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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 9:50:32 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus was fairly quiet save for a few noises of him bouncing a small ball against the ground, catching it on the way up. His brows were furrowed slightly in agitation, not entirely processing the extent of his anger, trying to convert it always into a smile, a good mood.
He had difficulty with this at times. Now was one of those.
So... his brother and Mistoffelees had one night together. That was it. It could have been a mistake. It didn't mean Mistoffelees was out of bounds... and his father was busy talking with Kamaria. That was all right. He didn't need to be jealous that she came in contact with him before Tumblebrutus himself did. Right?
His hands wove together, fingers linking around the small ball before he threw it up in the air, rolling on his back before catching it only again to throw it up. Overreacting. That was all.
It was nothing.
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 20:31:30 GMT -5
Kamaria had noticed Tumble hanging around alone, quiet and broody, and was worried.
She wasn't quite sure how he perceived her, especially after that strange moment with Skimbleshanks, but she was still very fond of him, and considered him a sort of surrogate little brother almost, so she approached him. Slowly, a little hesitantly.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"You okay?"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 20:35:31 GMT -5
He turned his head, getting his with the ball in the chest though he didn't seem too fazed as he sat upright, rubbing the back of his head. There was a sort of fuzziness, but he smiled nonetheless. Sweetly, even.
"I'm okay. Yeah. Thank you. How are you?"
Politeness drilled into him by his mother, and something that became a part of his personality, awkward as it was.
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 20:52:54 GMT -5
"Hmm. Not buying that. You seem preoccupied," Kamaria said and sat down next to him.
"I'm okay, I suppose."
Small smile.
"Really, though. I'm a good listener, promise. What's bothering you?"
Small, friendly shoulder-nudge.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 21:14:31 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus gave a little shrug. "I made Victor and Mistoffelees get in a fight. And I miss my Dad. It's stupid. Just was hoping to see him a bit more before he turns around and leaves again." He shifted a little bit, head cocked. "Doesn't really matter. Do you know my Dad?" Some blurred memories.
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 21:23:33 GMT -5
"I think your dad is sticking around for a while this time. You should talk to him," Kamaria said, and attempted an encouraging smile. Hopefully it didn't fail too miserably.
"I do know him, yes. You ran into him and I the other day, remember? You called me... Claudia? I think you were upset," she said quietly. That had been an unpleasant moment. And had made Skimbleshanks close up on her, which had been upsetting. More upsetting than she would've expected, too. It was all so confusing.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 21:27:33 GMT -5
"No, I didn't!" he said hurriedly, body becoming rigid as anything as he gripped at the ground. "I'd never call anyone else that. Never." The event she talked about seemed blurred by that name, that one that haunted him, that horrible imagery in mind. He didn't know. It'd been a tough year. One he regressed from, stuck in this young state.
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 21:32:12 GMT -5
"You did," Kamaria said quietly, looking at her feet, fidgeting a little.
"Caught your father off guard, too. He's worried about you, you know. I am, too."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 21:34:37 GMT -5
"I didn't. I couldn't. I wouldn't."
He seemed to suck back a little before turning his head to the side. "She's been dead like... five years or six or something. I'm fine. I'm fine."
But he didn't quite feel one-hundred percent with her as he shifted.
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 21:40:06 GMT -5
"Not buying it," Kamaria said quietly, but didn't push it. It had unsettled her quite a bit, and she wasn't sure she wanted to pry. It'd probably best not to, anyway. So she just sat there, quietly. If Tumblebrutus wanted to talk, she'd listen.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 21:50:26 GMT -5
The boy shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I don't really know how to talk about myself," he said after a minute. "Pounce... a lot of the stuff makes him uncomfortable so I don't really... Victor used to a little but then he like... did something... with Mistoffelees... and Dad... I mean, Claudia's not his kid. Wasn't his kid." He looked at the ground, tracing a line in the dirt. "So I need to be okay. Because if I'm not, no one will help."
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 21:58:31 GMT -5
"I'll help. Try to, anyway," Kamaria said softly, with a small smile. She genuinely wanted to help Tumble. He was a good kid, and she hated seeing everyone talk down to him all the time. Alpha, omega, Kamaria couldn't care less.
"Granted, I have no experience with being a tom, but still. I'm here."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 22:01:36 GMT -5
"... okay." He folded his hands together in his lap, trying to think. "So... so there's this girl. I really like her a lot. She's perfect. Pretty, no, not pretty, just beautiful. Smart. Wonderful. Talented dancer. Voice like an angel. But she deserves more than me, and there's no way she'd like me anyway. But also there's this guy I really like a lot. Handsome. Maybe not so tall. Clever, shy, sweet. And I think he liked me but then Victor and him were fighting and... it sounded like that guy just wanted to sleep with me. I've never been kissed." He scratched the back of his head. "Pounce doesn't like when I talk about guys at all."
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 22:14:43 GMT -5
"You have a thing for two cats at the same time? Hmm. That's tricky," Kamaria said softly.
"Don't ever think you're not good enough, though. Ever."
Like she was one to talk. She never thought she was good enough. Way to not listen to your own words. Still though, it was easier said than done. Confidence, what's that?
"You never know, maybe she, or he, likes you, too," she said with a small smile.
"And just so you know? I win. I'm, what, almost ten years older than you? Never been kissed, either."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 22:18:07 GMT -5
"You're 26?" He asked, a little bit surprised. Granted, he'd never asked anyone their age pretty much, sometimes assuming things that could be way off. A paw rubbed the back of his neck then as he rocked. "I don't know. I almost don't want to know if they do. But--" he paused as he looked at her. "Really, you haven't been kissed either? Pounce said if I don't soon I'm gonna get like blue balls or somethin'. Er--" He flushed and coughed.
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Post by kamaria on May 28, 2010 22:28:39 GMT -5
"I said 'almost'," Kamaria said with a smile. "I'm 24."
"Nope, never been kissed. How sad is that? I'm beginning to think I'll be alone forever. Nobody ever seems to notice me," she said, drifting off. She was lost in thought for a second, then shook her head.
"Don't listen to him. Not getting kissed won't do anything to your body," she said with a slight chuckle.
"Won't do much good for your confidence, though."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 28, 2010 22:35:24 GMT -5
Immediately, he seemed to pick up more interest, head cocking to the side. So... she understood that fear? That concern? Why did Pounce rip on him so hard then? He didn't understand that.
"But you're really pretty," he said by instinct, though he believed it. "Plato was knocked off his feet. He was talking about you for days after you met but uh." He looked both ways before lowering his voice. "You might wanna be careful. He gets really drunk sometimes. Misto says he's just too stupid; I don't know."
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 3:56:42 GMT -5
Kamaria smiled then, and quietly said "thank you."
She blinked when Tumble mentioned Plato. "Really? He did make a pass on me, sorta, but I thought he did that with all queens, so I didn't really think much of it," she admitted, picking absentmindedly at a stray bit of thread hanging down from the ripped knee of her jeans. She had never been called 'really pretty' before. 'Kinda pretty', maybe.
Being an abyssinian, she was quite striking, but the extra bit of pudge, and her complete lack of confidence seemed to make her invisible to both toms and queens. At least Kamaria believed that.
Plato had called her cute, but that didn't really stick with her. She always thought 'cute' and 'kinda pretty' were reserved for the plain girls. Polite compliments, nothing more.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 29, 2010 8:40:28 GMT -5
"He flirts with almost all girls, yeah, but he doesn't like all of them," Tumblebrutus explained. "It gets confusing. But he really liked you a bit. Still does, but that's sorta like also with Rumpleteazer. Lost cause. You're not gonna tell him I told you that, are you? He'd kick my ass since he wants to be all Tugger but..." his voice trailed off.
"But yeah."
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 8:55:05 GMT -5
Kamaria smiled.
"He's a good guy. Just... not my type. He'd probably have a shot otherwise," she said with a lopsided grin.
"I won't tell him, I promise. He's giving you a hard enough time as it is."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 29, 2010 8:57:49 GMT -5
"Everyone does," Tumblebrutus muttered, looking at the ground. "If Victor weren't bigger and stronger than all of them, it'd be worse. He's punched Plato enough times for picking on me. But I mean, happens. Plato's an alpha. Always will be. And me?" His ears drooped.
"Well, doesn't matter, really. But hey, that's at least one tom who likes you a lot, yeah?"
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 9:04:17 GMT -5
"I don't, do I? I don't mean to, anyway," she said and gave him a one-armed hug.
"They're all idiots anyway. Picking on you to make themselves feel better. It's stupid, and you don't deserve it."
She offered an encouraging smile.
Then she nodded, smile fading a little. "I guess. That's never gonna happen, though, so I'm still stuck at square one."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 29, 2010 9:19:03 GMT -5
He found himself leaning against her, still using his forefinger to trace idle designs against the ground. "No, you're nice. ... you kinda remind me of my sister. Just a little. I think she'd have been a good mom."
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 9:32:24 GMT -5
Kamaria smiled, a little sadly.
"I'm sorry about your sister. I don't really know what happened, but yeah.. I'm sorry."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 29, 2010 9:34:51 GMT -5
"Tumblebrutus, have you seen your brother at all by any chance? I was hoping to speak with him," Mistoffelees asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dressed to kill in a sleek suit--everything about it black, the only visible white being that on his neck, face, and very tip of his tail.
He then focused his attention on Kamaria, lowering his head a bit in a bow. "Pardon me for interrupting. How are you, Kamaria?"
The showman at work. Polite and shy. Quaxo side submerged in favor of magical Mr. Mistoffelees.
He'd been doing magic.
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 9:38:54 GMT -5
Kamaria looked up in surprise when Misto appeared out of nowhere.
"Hullo."
Small smile.
"I'm okay, I suppose. How're you?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 29, 2010 9:40:15 GMT -5
"Quite fine, thank you. Just... looking for Victor is all. Have you seen him as well? I had just assumed with Tumblebrutus as they seem close enough," the cat replied, voice seemingly soft though it carried, each word enunciated flawlessly. "I'll be out of your fur soon enough, I promise."
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 9:49:28 GMT -5
Kamaria shook her head, apologetic look on her face.
"Sorry, haven't seen him at all," she said.
He seemed kind of urgent. Hmm.
"Anything the matter?"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 29, 2010 10:00:16 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus clammed up immediately and moved a little bit away from Kamaria, not as if he got caught doing something bad, but rather was trying to assess himself as being strong.
"Why do you want to see him?" he shot back in question, not quite able to mask the big of jealousy on his face.
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Post by kamaria on May 29, 2010 10:06:57 GMT -5
Sudden change in Tumble. Kamaria made no comment, but peered at him curiously. Was Misto the tom he had a thing for? Huh.
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