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Post by Plato on Jul 10, 2010 18:08:44 GMT -5
At that, Plato became a little quiet. Looked downright uncomfortable even.
"I tried."
Two words that said so much.
He picked up the pace as he spotted part of the building where he'd stashed his clothes under some rubble, digging through to find his boxers and jeans which he stepped in hurriedly and pulled up, working to tighten the belt so it wouldn't fall down. Hard muscle almost rippled with the movement in his back as he picked up a shirt, stalled, then extended a hand behind him with it. "If you want to use that until you get your own..."
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Post by Victoria on Jul 17, 2010 14:28:41 GMT -5
Victoria drew her brows together in a frown. This was a side of Plato she had never seen before, and never expected. It was odd to see him so subdued. She bit the side of her lip, unsure how to proceed with the situation. "I know." She replied quietly.
She accepted the shirt, looking at it for a moment. "Thanks." She muttered simple, before turning around and pulling it on. She was quite a bit shorter than Plato, and the shirt easily fell mid-thigh on her. She turned back around, smoothing the front of the shirt and smiling.
"How do I look?" She asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
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Post by Plato on Jul 17, 2010 15:41:46 GMT -5
She... knew...?
Plato blinked a bit, somewhat getting more rigid. What did she even mean by that? It was strange, and he wasn't sure how to respond, so he got more quiet.
And then there was the question, permission to turn around. The height difference really was apparent there, but... it was somewhat cute. Really cute.
"Pretty," he replied, honestly.
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Post by Victoria on Jul 17, 2010 21:25:08 GMT -5
Victoria liked seeing the good in others. And although she knew Plato to be a bit of a meathead and tool, she had noticed he was trying to be...a gentleman. Mistoffelees had told her to ignore it, but she couldn't help but recall it. She tried to explain. "I could see you were trying to be...er, less rude than Alonzo and Victor. It was nice."
She trailed off, feeling awkward.
"Thanks!" She said brightly at his compliment, trying to move the conversation into a more sunny direction. Mistoffelees would probably tell her she'd have to take a million baths, in water, for wearing Plato's shirt, but for now she found herself simply glad to be covered up.
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Post by Plato on Jul 17, 2010 21:40:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, they... you know, they mean well. Alonzo, it's really not his fault. I mean, some cats just aren't that..." He paused and looked around, as if to make sure the cat wasn't there. "Aren't that hot, and like... some have trouble getting girlfriends. But I mean, he's trying REALLY hard so sometimes it pisses me off that Victor rips on him. Like Victor was talking about how he got with more queens than someone else and like, I had to step in. That was just mean since he was trying so hard."
Context--Plato still perceived that incident to be about Alonzo, not Victor making fun of himself. And with the quieter words, it was clear that his effort was well-meaning.
"I mean, I don't think he's that ugly, and I love the guy, but just some have no luck."
His face brightened up a bit with the thanks, and he laughed. "I think you're pretty no matter what, but you already know that, I bet."
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Post by Victoria on Jul 24, 2010 1:00:08 GMT -5
Victoria giggled in spite of herself. "I get the feeling Alonzo think I'm kind of an, er-" She dropped her voice "-a bitch. But I'm not. I'm just not into his particular brand of humor."She shrugged. "If finding him a girlfriend will make him less childish, then by all means, I'll make that my next project."
She stopped, smile softening from artificially wide to genuine. "Er, thanks. Thanks a lot." She pulled the hem of his shirt down self-consciously. "My clothes aren't that far away, and then you can, uh, have your shirt back."
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Post by Plato on Jul 24, 2010 9:02:03 GMT -5
"That's just Alonzo. He can't really help it," Plato tried to reaffirm though he felt a bit repetitive with that. "And... you know, I don't know about him because I don't remember him having a gee-eff. Ever. Or any sort of little queen friend. I don't even remember if he has a human home or not. I think he might. Maybe."
He scratched at his shoulder through thick, tawny fur, then tugged at the hemp cord around his neck. He couldn't even remember when he'd started wearing them, sort of his own trademark.
"You can keep it if you want. I mean, it's kinda dirty so you probably don't, but I mean. Yeah."
Well... that was somewhat of an effort... of something.
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Post by Victoria on Aug 30, 2010 21:04:24 GMT -5
Victoria crossed her arms, a frown flitting across her face. "I think he can help it. Anyone can change." She said, a bit distantly, more to herself than Plato. She'd changed a lot in the past few years, and she had faith that any cat, regardless of upbringing, was capable of becoming someone different, someone better.
She looked up at him, smiling genuinely. "Er, thanks." The t-shirt smelled like him, good, masculine, and not unpleasant. "That's very nice of you. My clothes are just ahead..."
She'd stowed her clothes beside a fence - a feminine blouse and floral skirt. She disregarded the blouse, hiking the skirt over her hips so it's hem fell just below the edge of the shirt he'd lent her. She felt far less exposed now, and it read in her body language. Every inch of her relaxed slightly as she fell back into step with Plato.
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Post by Plato on Aug 30, 2010 21:18:32 GMT -5
"So... what were you planning to do today?" Plato asked, a little awkward though seemingly more at ease with them both dressed, if it could be called that with his state of shirtlessness. But hey, if Alonzo did that from time to time,sometimes more often than not.
"I didn't really have much to do. Wasn't really sure. I mean, the thing I was watching before." He stalled a little, maybe embarrassed.
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Post by Victoria on Dec 21, 2010 16:00:03 GMT -5
((PSSSH, THIS ISN'T A MILLION YEARS LATE, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!))
Victoria shrugged. "I was going to find Mistoffelees and hang out."
She didn't know if she should tell Misto about this incident. She obviously wouldn't spill about his watching human children's television, but about him offering her a shirt, not making lewd comments, trying to be less of a total frat boy? That was interesting. Still, she almost wanted to keep this information to herself. His sweetness felt precious to her. She didn't know if she wanted it picked apart and scorned by Misto.
Still, she might want to bring up the subject of his abs. She was trying, very pointedly, not to eye his muscular body.
"I'm sure you could find the rest of the...boys. Alonzo, Victor, the rest." She said, trying to keep derision out of her voice. "They're you're friends."
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Post by Plato on Dec 21, 2010 18:21:07 GMT -5
"Oh. Yeah. Maybe I should go." Plato smiled thinly at Victoria. "So uh. I'll see you around, yeah?" He walked ahead of her, not sure why he didn't want to see Victoria walk away.
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