Post by Tumblebrutus on Jul 5, 2010 23:49:17 GMT -5
(I will edit this later... There's a Part 2 to come. If anyone wants to plot about stuff, plot thread is open.)
Pounce: Pouncival had been somewhat worried about his friend lately, having noticed he was acting a bit... well, strange. He wasn't really aware of why; at first he figured it was better to just leave him be for a while, but it hadn't been too much better since the first discovery. He really didn't know what had been going on. He was interested, but didn't know if he should bring it up... but he decided to bring it up anyway.
He scooted around a corner, peeking over at Tumblebrutus curiously, ears perked. He wasn't sure of how to bring it up. He thought for half a moment, thinking it probably would be best to do it delicately... so, he wandered up to Tumblebrutus, plopped down, looked to him and tilted his head.
"What the hell's been up with you, dude? Been acting all funny again." Yes. Delicate.
Tumble: The cat jerked, tail fluffing out wildly, before he seemed to settle upon processing his best friend. "Don't do that," he mumbled before shifting his weight and sighing.
"I didn't think it was that bad this time..." Tumblebrutus shifted his weight uncomfortably before looking at his shoes.
Pounce: "Do what?" He asked, nose wrinkling. "I always do that." Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with Tumble. Usually he didn't care. Or at least whined more.
"Okay then. Something's wrong." A poke to the other tom's arm was given, his face contorting to one of concern. "What is it, dude? You're supposed to tell me everything."
10:09:07 PM Untitled 8: "Yeah but..." He frowned and shifted his weight as he looked to his friend then back at his feet. Well, there was a lot on his mind, but it was difficult to bring up sometimes. A few loose attempts had been made, sentences that Tumblebrutus never would finish out of cowardice, that horrible incident where he got the hard on with Pouncival.
Well... now or never.
"Victor's with Mistoffelees. Like dating or something. Open relationship stuff..."
That was a way to test the waters.
10:13:25 PM taintiepants: Pouncival rose an eyebrow, lacing his fingers together and resting his elbows on his raised knees. Why should he care about that? It was kind of like... gross. But he always knew Misto was like that so it didn't surprise him too much. Not that he liked to hear it.
"Okay, so? What're you so bent out of shape for? Is it 'cause your brother's gay? I'd be kinda like... surprised too." He gave Tumblebrutus' shoulder a sympathetic pat, a slight nod. It made sense to him.
10:15:14 PM Untitled 8: "... well, no," Tumblebrutus started awkwardly, for a moment leaning into the touch before pulling back a bit. He rubbed the back of his neck before taking off his cap and sliding it back on, readjusting it backwards.
"Victor had... been saying that Misto... had interest in me... before then. ... and then got with Misto himself. It just... that doesn't feel fair."
10:19:37 PM taintiepants: Pouncival wrinkled his nose slightly, taking his paw back to scratch at his nose. "Yeah but... why should you care?" It was hard to tell if it was blissful or forced ignorance at work. "I mean, seriously. Misto's an okay friend and all, but if he ever had an interest in me I'd back off."
There was a slight hesitance, giving Tumblebrutus a sideways glance before shaking his head. Couldn't be anything of the sort, no. "It's not a huge deal, really. Maybe Victor'll get Misto to not crush on you or something."
10:22:23 PM Untitled 8: "But that's not the problem!" Tumblebrutus protested a bit too loudly before his lips pursed shut and he looked away. God... why did this have to be so hard? Right. Because Pouncival could be considered borderline homophobic.
But that was then. This was now.
"Maybe I kind of wanted him to like me," Tumblebrutus said quietly, nearly inaudible. "... and not have Victor know that and date Misto anyway."
10:26:05 PM taintiepants: Pouncival rose an eyebrow, ears perking to better hear his friend before flattening back somewhat. Pah.
"Dude, are you serious?" He asked, leaning away slightly. "I shoulda known you were gay. You talk about Jemima way too damn much, it was so a cover." The logic actually wasn't too far off, even if it wasn't accurate. But he didn't particularly like what he was hearing. At all. He only tried to hold back because Tumble was being pathetic.
10:28:16 PM Untitled 8: "I--Dude!"
His own ears flattened as he finally looked the other in the eye. "I -do- like her, thank you very much!! I just-" A frustrated sigh. "--just... maybe like him a lot, too. But that doesn't mean I'm gay! And besides, why should it matter?! My brother's like... bi or something... and like, I'm sure a lot of other cats are."
10:32:16 PM taintiepants: "Y'know, I don't know if I buy this whole 'bi' crap." Pouncival said, rather matter-of-factly. "I mean, if you want something shoved up your ass, it makes you gay. That's just a simple fact. And it matters because I don't want some tom trying to shove his dick up my ass." He tried to keep the tone, but was starting to sound aggitated.
10:35:52 PM Untitled 8: "Who says they'd even want you?!" Tumblebrutus argued, giving the other tom a bit of a hard shove before partially turning his back. "Why the hell do you get like this anyway? All bent out of shape any time I try to talk to you about this stuff. I thought we were supposed to be best friends and best friends accepted each other and could talk about anything, as you were even saying!"
Frustrated, he drew up his knees, head resting against them as he closed his eyes. "It's not even about the sex. I just... like him. ... and Victor knew that. Encouraged me." He exhaled deeply.
10:40:30 PM taintiepants: Pouncival sneered. He hated that Tumble had made a pount; he HAD said that. Didn't mean he wanted to talk about it though. At all.
"Everything boils down to sex eventually. Seriously. Given the chance you'd bone Jemima - if you are this 'bi' you claim to be, I'm not so sure - so seriously... you either wanna screw him, or be friends. You can't be both." It was obvious somewhere along the lines, something in Pouncival's head got programmed the wrong way. Maybe it was too many nights spent hanging out with Plato having dropped some of his intelligance.
"Seriously, I'll talk about anything, but when you start talking this crazy shit I gotta try to talk you out of it. I'm a good friend, y'know, I don't want you to do some dumbass shit." That's what he felt he was doing...
10:45:41 PM Untitled 8: "So you're saying I'm a dumbass because I like both and I actually believe in something that means more than just pointless, meaningless fucks?!"
Harsh language for the normally passive tom as he squeezed his eyes shut. "It's not crazy dumbass shit. I really liked him. It's such a joke. Probably Jemima's dating someone else too. I don't want to be this alone." Broken fragments of thoughts that didn't fuse well together. They worked in his head, his fucked up head.
His torso rocked in small weaves back and forth.
10:49:30 PM taintiepants: Pouncival narrowed his eyes, lips pursed. His impulse was to get angrier, but he tried to suppress it... Tumble was upset. Pouncival wasn't heartless, even if he wasn't sensitive.
"Dude, seriously though, listen to yourself." His tone softened, a paw gently resting on Tumblebrutus' back. "Doesn't it sound a little, y'know, crazy? You're just confused is all, it's got you acting funny again. Let's go do something fun."
Though... if Tumble really was gay like he thought, he didn't know if he wanted to 'go do something fun'. His paw slowly peeled off the others back, scooting away slightly.
10:53:56 PM Untitled 8: Tumblebrutus noticed the gesture, slow as it was, and certainly the scooting as he turned his head, one of the most betrayed expressions coming to his face as he looked away.
"Why does everyone do that? Say I'm confused, or I don't know what I'm talking about, or don't know how I feel?" He shifted his weight as he put more space between him and Pouncival, blatantly wounded by the other moving away.
"You don't want to do anything fun with me. What if I get gay germs on you?" he mumbled, maybe a bit sarcastically though he shook his head more sadly.
10:56:39 PM taintiepants: Pouncival snorted, rolling his eyes. "There's no such thing as gay germs." He said, picking up a rock and throwing it out, not looking at Tumblebrutus. If he wanted to be all pissy, he'd get pissy too.
"Besides, if you had 'em I'd already have 'em, since there was that one time you got a hardon for me." Not a good thing to bring up, but it was out of his mouth before he knew it, and he didn't bother to see how Tumble reacted, instead picking up another rock. "Guess I shoulda known then you were gay."
11:00:07 PM Untitled 8: His head snapped around sharply, a look of betrayal on it. "You promised me we wouldn't talk about that again!" But the sentence was said more shakily.
He remembered that day well. The most confusing day he'd had, so many strange things happening to his body, and unable to control any of it. He didn't even know why he got an erection on the other, or how he'd been situated when he'd just tried to tackle the other, but he did. It just happened.
And Tumblebrutus looked at his friend, the betrayal never leaving his face though something mixed it, a sort of pain he didn't understand. Rejection? No. That was stupid. To feel rejection would mean he loved Pounce or something. And he did love Pounce, truly, but in the best friend sorta way.
11:03:34 PM taintiepants: "Well, this'd be the time to bring it up!" He said somewhat grumpily, looking over to Tumblebrutus, ears flat against his head. He didn't like seeing his friend so upset but... he was like a pitbull on a pantleg, and he didn't like to let things go. This was bugging him. So he wouldn't shut up anytime soon.
"Look, dude, if you just found out I was gay, wouldn't you be afraid that I'd jump you in your sleep or something?" The most ignorant thing he could have said, possibly. "At least I'm not being all retarded and calling you a fag like Plato would. Seriously, would you rather that?" He started to sound nastier, though he didn't mean to. He wanted that look on Tumblebrutus' face to go away. But he didn't want to say sorry, so he just dug his hole deeper. "Because I can do that, man."
11:09:42 PM Untitled 8: "No, I wouldn't! I wouldn't care if you were! Maybe I'd even like you better if you were!" Tumblebrutus got out in the middle, voice raising before a silence fell as the words hit him hard, a slow process. No, no, he wouldn't care if Pounce were gay. He'd ask the other what he could do to help. Wouldn't treat him differently. Maybe even hang out more.
The word "fag" stung among the others.
Tumblebrutus rose to his feet, hands shoving deep in his pockets. "Fuck you," he spat as he walked a few steps away, back to the other, doing what he could to try and stifle the tears that were threatening to fall.
He needed Pounce. He desperately needed him, and there he was being stupid and walking away. But it stung. It hurt. It drew him to a halt, one hand rubbing his forehead. Maybe he just was confused and fucked up
11:15:08 PM taintiepants: Pouncival slumped, paws in his lap. He felt rather... dumb. But he still didn't want to say sorry. It'd be too hard. The words would never come out. It was a lot easier to crush something than to build it back.
He looked away, ears flicking. In his head he was doing his best to combat the 'maybe I'd like it better if you were!" that kept ringing. He was trying not to convince himself Tumble wanted him to be gay with him... it wasn't an easy task. If he looked at everything Tumble did, it all seemed like a cover-up to him, to hide the fact he was gay. Talking about chicks all the time like he did, but never making a move. Even if someone could say the same about Pounce, which SO wouldn't be true.
A soft, but audible growl came from his throat as he rubbed his forehead with his palm, unknowingly mirroring his friend. "Dude," his tone was exasperated, eyes going to the sky, still not looking to him. "Sit back down. The lid came off. Shouldn't of." Possibly the closest thing to 'sorry' he'd say.
11:20:41 PM Untitled 8: For almost a minute, Tumblebrutus didn't budge, but in the end he always turned to omega tendencies as he turned around and walked next to Pouncival, stalling a moment before sitting down, a little bit of space between them as he crossed his legs, hands resting idly by his sneakers. At least Pouncival wasn't calling him a fag or something.
He wanted to say something but didn't. Really, what was there to say? Not much. Or nothing he could think of. His shoulders only rounded over more. Maybe he just was confused. Or scared.
11:24:13 PM taintiepants: Pouncival continued scanning over the sky in the awkward silence, fingers fiddling with the edge of his shirt, mouth twisted somewhat to one side. What was there to say? The silence was painful. Pouncival still wasn't sure how he felt about all of that. At least the dirty looks stopped.
"Look, dude," Pause. He couldn't think of anything. Total blank. Damn. "Don't... give me those looks again. Don't like it." The truth, even if it sounded stupid.
11:34:19 PM Untitled 8: "Sorry..." he replied honestly, not looking at the other. "It's... hard. Maybe you're right and I'm just confused and talking crazy." But Tumblebrutus knew it wasn't true as he glanced at Pouncival out of the corner of his eye. It'd be so much easier if the other weren't so closed-minded at times, or all about the girls, or something. He was so similar to Plato sometimes it made him freaked out.
"You... really don't think I'm the type to do that... do you?"
11:37:26 PM taintiepants: "What do you mean?" Pouncival asked, looking to him. "Talk crazy? Dunno. You've said some out there things. Not that I think you need to be in the loony bin but, y'know." A shrug was given, picking at a dirty spot on his jeans. He looked around for a moment before finally looking to Tumblebrutus.
"But I guess you're not crazy. I really don't want to hear about that stuff though. Dunno. Bothers me."
11:41:44 PM Untitled 8: "So what do I do?" Tumblebrutus asked then, a little on the quiet side. "What do I do if I'm having trouble and I can't talk to you, and I can't talk to Mom, and I can't talk to Dad, and I can't talk to Victor, or anyone?" More root of the problem as he shifted uncomfortably.
"I mean, and why's it bother you? You know I wouldn't do anything to you in your sleep... right?"
But then there was a thought. Just one of what it'd be like to kiss his friend. And that freaked him out.
11:44:06 PM taintiepants: Pouncival wrung his fingers somewhat nervously shaking his head. He felt bad that Tumble couldn't talk to him, but...
"I dunno." He said quickly, looking to him. "Always has." Though at the question, he looked startled. He'd never thought of that... great. "I don't... think you would. If you did I'd kick your ass. But I know you're not some insane creeper or anything. You're too nice to diddle someone in their sleep."
11:59:46 PM Untitled 8: "That's gross," Tumblebrutus lamented, nose wrinkling. "I haven't even been able to kiss anyone yet..." And his voice became quiet as he lay on his back, arms folding so his fingers could knit together as a pillow.
There was hesitation but he didn't speak, seeming to change his mind. "Really? Always?"
12:02:37 AM taintiepants: Pouncival shrugged. "For as long as... I knew what it was." He said with a shrug, picking at a claw nervously. He really wanted off this subject, but Tumble wouldn't get off it. "Always has. I dunno, it just wigged me out. I don't mean to be bad about it or nothin', I can't help it."
12:04:26 AM Untitled 8: "Why though?" Tumblebrutus turned on his side to gaze at the other. "I mean... it shouldn't be a big deal though. It didn't really even seem like a big deal until I--you know--when I was--I mean but that happens to anyone, right?" There was another shift in position.
12:07:08 AM taintiepants: "It shouldn't be but it just is." The tom said, looking away, frowning. "I don't know. Trying to explain why it does is like you trying to explain why you like a tom. Even I get it's just like... there. I just... yeah. Don't like hearing about it." He still didn't look to his friend, picking a small scab on his arm somewhat nervously.
12:34:01 AM Untitled 8: "Oh..." Well, that seemed a simple enough answer, so why was Pouncival acting all weird and shit? It made no sense. None at all. And now he knew he was certainly confused because well, it was Pounce.
Though also it was a bit nervewracking.
12:35:43 AM taintiepants: "Yeah..." A slight frown was given, looking around before looking at Tumblebrutus. "Happy now? I mean, you know why. So... yeah." A slight tilt of the head was given, one eye narrowed.
12:45:55 AM Untitled 8: "Not really," Tumble answered honestly as he gazed at his friend, the tiniest of a flush coming to his cheeks though he tried to mirror the other's expression.
"It's really hard. With Victor and Misto and all this stuff... you know when Dad was around... I guess I mistook Kamaria for Claudia." A frown creased his brow. "Maybe we should do something. You're right."
12:47:47 AM taintiepants: "What do you mean, I'm right?" Pouncival asked, frowning. Even though he couldn't see how Kamaria and Claudia could be mistaken, really. "Do something? Dude, you're starting to freak me out a little sometimes, I'm not following so great."
12:49:34 AM Untitled 8: "Like, I... fuck, shit." He groaned before he turned on his back once more, hands pressed over his eyes. "I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore..." He took deep breaths, eyes closing behind his hands as if to help slow his thoughts.
12:51:33 AM taintiepants: Pouncival blew out a breath, rolling his eyes slowly. "Man, we gotta get you together. And people think I'm the difficult one." It was meant to be a joke, a playful nudge to his friend given, not occuring to him it may not be the best time.
12:53:21 AM Untitled 8: He tensed up immediately before giving an awkward laugh as he lowered his hands and opened his eyes in turn. "Heh, y-yeah. Guess so. But--but you're the one who always has everything set. I mean, you like get to kiss the girls, and have things under control and everything." Earnest words, ones he believed, maybe foolishly so.
12:55:20 AM taintiepants: Pouncival sat back, a slight frown on his face. "Guess so." He said, his head tilting, scratching behind his ear. "I dunno though. I dunno if anyone really has everything under control." Looking away, he scanned the ground as if it had suddenly become interesting. Those words could be insightful, but insightfulness was possibly past him.
12:56:44 AM Untitled 8: "... yeah, I guess. Heh. I mean, I mean like... I never feel like I have control ever. Like, I mean... sometimes... it's just." He stalled once more, a little stuck almost. "... Mom says it's really unhealthy that I keep forgetting everything but... it's easier."
12:58:42 AM taintiepants: "Yeah, no, that... that's not good. You gotta learn to deal with your problems." A slight smile was given; big words for someone who was unlikely to follow the advice himself. "But you'll get it figured out. You just need to steel yourself and plow through the shit and even if you don't come out clean on the other side, y'know... you got it done."
1:00:48 AM Untitled 8: Tumblebrutus nodded at his friend, taking the words to heart before he embraced Pouncival, thinking nothing of it really as he gave a small squeeze, head resting on his shoulder. "Thanks, Pounce. You're the best ever." A soft admission in his ear.
1:02:21 AM taintiepants: Pouncival really didn't mean to, but he stiffened at the embrace, ear twitching against Tumble's head with the soft words. He made a little face, but hugged Tumblebrutus reguardless; he was just being edgy. "Nah, just... y'know... I was an ass earlier."
1:04:18 AM Untitled 8: "Yeah, you kinda were," Tumble replied honestly. "But it's okay. I mean. Well, it's not okay that you're an ass sometimes but you didn't mean it. And we're always gonna be close right?" It felt safe to be so close, and so no effort was made to pull from the other. It was just them. Just them and the silence.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT POST
Pounce: Pouncival had been somewhat worried about his friend lately, having noticed he was acting a bit... well, strange. He wasn't really aware of why; at first he figured it was better to just leave him be for a while, but it hadn't been too much better since the first discovery. He really didn't know what had been going on. He was interested, but didn't know if he should bring it up... but he decided to bring it up anyway.
He scooted around a corner, peeking over at Tumblebrutus curiously, ears perked. He wasn't sure of how to bring it up. He thought for half a moment, thinking it probably would be best to do it delicately... so, he wandered up to Tumblebrutus, plopped down, looked to him and tilted his head.
"What the hell's been up with you, dude? Been acting all funny again." Yes. Delicate.
Tumble: The cat jerked, tail fluffing out wildly, before he seemed to settle upon processing his best friend. "Don't do that," he mumbled before shifting his weight and sighing.
"I didn't think it was that bad this time..." Tumblebrutus shifted his weight uncomfortably before looking at his shoes.
Pounce: "Do what?" He asked, nose wrinkling. "I always do that." Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with Tumble. Usually he didn't care. Or at least whined more.
"Okay then. Something's wrong." A poke to the other tom's arm was given, his face contorting to one of concern. "What is it, dude? You're supposed to tell me everything."
10:09:07 PM Untitled 8: "Yeah but..." He frowned and shifted his weight as he looked to his friend then back at his feet. Well, there was a lot on his mind, but it was difficult to bring up sometimes. A few loose attempts had been made, sentences that Tumblebrutus never would finish out of cowardice, that horrible incident where he got the hard on with Pouncival.
Well... now or never.
"Victor's with Mistoffelees. Like dating or something. Open relationship stuff..."
That was a way to test the waters.
10:13:25 PM taintiepants: Pouncival rose an eyebrow, lacing his fingers together and resting his elbows on his raised knees. Why should he care about that? It was kind of like... gross. But he always knew Misto was like that so it didn't surprise him too much. Not that he liked to hear it.
"Okay, so? What're you so bent out of shape for? Is it 'cause your brother's gay? I'd be kinda like... surprised too." He gave Tumblebrutus' shoulder a sympathetic pat, a slight nod. It made sense to him.
10:15:14 PM Untitled 8: "... well, no," Tumblebrutus started awkwardly, for a moment leaning into the touch before pulling back a bit. He rubbed the back of his neck before taking off his cap and sliding it back on, readjusting it backwards.
"Victor had... been saying that Misto... had interest in me... before then. ... and then got with Misto himself. It just... that doesn't feel fair."
10:19:37 PM taintiepants: Pouncival wrinkled his nose slightly, taking his paw back to scratch at his nose. "Yeah but... why should you care?" It was hard to tell if it was blissful or forced ignorance at work. "I mean, seriously. Misto's an okay friend and all, but if he ever had an interest in me I'd back off."
There was a slight hesitance, giving Tumblebrutus a sideways glance before shaking his head. Couldn't be anything of the sort, no. "It's not a huge deal, really. Maybe Victor'll get Misto to not crush on you or something."
10:22:23 PM Untitled 8: "But that's not the problem!" Tumblebrutus protested a bit too loudly before his lips pursed shut and he looked away. God... why did this have to be so hard? Right. Because Pouncival could be considered borderline homophobic.
But that was then. This was now.
"Maybe I kind of wanted him to like me," Tumblebrutus said quietly, nearly inaudible. "... and not have Victor know that and date Misto anyway."
10:26:05 PM taintiepants: Pouncival rose an eyebrow, ears perking to better hear his friend before flattening back somewhat. Pah.
"Dude, are you serious?" He asked, leaning away slightly. "I shoulda known you were gay. You talk about Jemima way too damn much, it was so a cover." The logic actually wasn't too far off, even if it wasn't accurate. But he didn't particularly like what he was hearing. At all. He only tried to hold back because Tumble was being pathetic.
10:28:16 PM Untitled 8: "I--Dude!"
His own ears flattened as he finally looked the other in the eye. "I -do- like her, thank you very much!! I just-" A frustrated sigh. "--just... maybe like him a lot, too. But that doesn't mean I'm gay! And besides, why should it matter?! My brother's like... bi or something... and like, I'm sure a lot of other cats are."
10:32:16 PM taintiepants: "Y'know, I don't know if I buy this whole 'bi' crap." Pouncival said, rather matter-of-factly. "I mean, if you want something shoved up your ass, it makes you gay. That's just a simple fact. And it matters because I don't want some tom trying to shove his dick up my ass." He tried to keep the tone, but was starting to sound aggitated.
10:35:52 PM Untitled 8: "Who says they'd even want you?!" Tumblebrutus argued, giving the other tom a bit of a hard shove before partially turning his back. "Why the hell do you get like this anyway? All bent out of shape any time I try to talk to you about this stuff. I thought we were supposed to be best friends and best friends accepted each other and could talk about anything, as you were even saying!"
Frustrated, he drew up his knees, head resting against them as he closed his eyes. "It's not even about the sex. I just... like him. ... and Victor knew that. Encouraged me." He exhaled deeply.
10:40:30 PM taintiepants: Pouncival sneered. He hated that Tumble had made a pount; he HAD said that. Didn't mean he wanted to talk about it though. At all.
"Everything boils down to sex eventually. Seriously. Given the chance you'd bone Jemima - if you are this 'bi' you claim to be, I'm not so sure - so seriously... you either wanna screw him, or be friends. You can't be both." It was obvious somewhere along the lines, something in Pouncival's head got programmed the wrong way. Maybe it was too many nights spent hanging out with Plato having dropped some of his intelligance.
"Seriously, I'll talk about anything, but when you start talking this crazy shit I gotta try to talk you out of it. I'm a good friend, y'know, I don't want you to do some dumbass shit." That's what he felt he was doing...
10:45:41 PM Untitled 8: "So you're saying I'm a dumbass because I like both and I actually believe in something that means more than just pointless, meaningless fucks?!"
Harsh language for the normally passive tom as he squeezed his eyes shut. "It's not crazy dumbass shit. I really liked him. It's such a joke. Probably Jemima's dating someone else too. I don't want to be this alone." Broken fragments of thoughts that didn't fuse well together. They worked in his head, his fucked up head.
His torso rocked in small weaves back and forth.
10:49:30 PM taintiepants: Pouncival narrowed his eyes, lips pursed. His impulse was to get angrier, but he tried to suppress it... Tumble was upset. Pouncival wasn't heartless, even if he wasn't sensitive.
"Dude, seriously though, listen to yourself." His tone softened, a paw gently resting on Tumblebrutus' back. "Doesn't it sound a little, y'know, crazy? You're just confused is all, it's got you acting funny again. Let's go do something fun."
Though... if Tumble really was gay like he thought, he didn't know if he wanted to 'go do something fun'. His paw slowly peeled off the others back, scooting away slightly.
10:53:56 PM Untitled 8: Tumblebrutus noticed the gesture, slow as it was, and certainly the scooting as he turned his head, one of the most betrayed expressions coming to his face as he looked away.
"Why does everyone do that? Say I'm confused, or I don't know what I'm talking about, or don't know how I feel?" He shifted his weight as he put more space between him and Pouncival, blatantly wounded by the other moving away.
"You don't want to do anything fun with me. What if I get gay germs on you?" he mumbled, maybe a bit sarcastically though he shook his head more sadly.
10:56:39 PM taintiepants: Pouncival snorted, rolling his eyes. "There's no such thing as gay germs." He said, picking up a rock and throwing it out, not looking at Tumblebrutus. If he wanted to be all pissy, he'd get pissy too.
"Besides, if you had 'em I'd already have 'em, since there was that one time you got a hardon for me." Not a good thing to bring up, but it was out of his mouth before he knew it, and he didn't bother to see how Tumble reacted, instead picking up another rock. "Guess I shoulda known then you were gay."
11:00:07 PM Untitled 8: His head snapped around sharply, a look of betrayal on it. "You promised me we wouldn't talk about that again!" But the sentence was said more shakily.
He remembered that day well. The most confusing day he'd had, so many strange things happening to his body, and unable to control any of it. He didn't even know why he got an erection on the other, or how he'd been situated when he'd just tried to tackle the other, but he did. It just happened.
And Tumblebrutus looked at his friend, the betrayal never leaving his face though something mixed it, a sort of pain he didn't understand. Rejection? No. That was stupid. To feel rejection would mean he loved Pounce or something. And he did love Pounce, truly, but in the best friend sorta way.
11:03:34 PM taintiepants: "Well, this'd be the time to bring it up!" He said somewhat grumpily, looking over to Tumblebrutus, ears flat against his head. He didn't like seeing his friend so upset but... he was like a pitbull on a pantleg, and he didn't like to let things go. This was bugging him. So he wouldn't shut up anytime soon.
"Look, dude, if you just found out I was gay, wouldn't you be afraid that I'd jump you in your sleep or something?" The most ignorant thing he could have said, possibly. "At least I'm not being all retarded and calling you a fag like Plato would. Seriously, would you rather that?" He started to sound nastier, though he didn't mean to. He wanted that look on Tumblebrutus' face to go away. But he didn't want to say sorry, so he just dug his hole deeper. "Because I can do that, man."
11:09:42 PM Untitled 8: "No, I wouldn't! I wouldn't care if you were! Maybe I'd even like you better if you were!" Tumblebrutus got out in the middle, voice raising before a silence fell as the words hit him hard, a slow process. No, no, he wouldn't care if Pounce were gay. He'd ask the other what he could do to help. Wouldn't treat him differently. Maybe even hang out more.
The word "fag" stung among the others.
Tumblebrutus rose to his feet, hands shoving deep in his pockets. "Fuck you," he spat as he walked a few steps away, back to the other, doing what he could to try and stifle the tears that were threatening to fall.
He needed Pounce. He desperately needed him, and there he was being stupid and walking away. But it stung. It hurt. It drew him to a halt, one hand rubbing his forehead. Maybe he just was confused and fucked up
11:15:08 PM taintiepants: Pouncival slumped, paws in his lap. He felt rather... dumb. But he still didn't want to say sorry. It'd be too hard. The words would never come out. It was a lot easier to crush something than to build it back.
He looked away, ears flicking. In his head he was doing his best to combat the 'maybe I'd like it better if you were!" that kept ringing. He was trying not to convince himself Tumble wanted him to be gay with him... it wasn't an easy task. If he looked at everything Tumble did, it all seemed like a cover-up to him, to hide the fact he was gay. Talking about chicks all the time like he did, but never making a move. Even if someone could say the same about Pounce, which SO wouldn't be true.
A soft, but audible growl came from his throat as he rubbed his forehead with his palm, unknowingly mirroring his friend. "Dude," his tone was exasperated, eyes going to the sky, still not looking to him. "Sit back down. The lid came off. Shouldn't of." Possibly the closest thing to 'sorry' he'd say.
11:20:41 PM Untitled 8: For almost a minute, Tumblebrutus didn't budge, but in the end he always turned to omega tendencies as he turned around and walked next to Pouncival, stalling a moment before sitting down, a little bit of space between them as he crossed his legs, hands resting idly by his sneakers. At least Pouncival wasn't calling him a fag or something.
He wanted to say something but didn't. Really, what was there to say? Not much. Or nothing he could think of. His shoulders only rounded over more. Maybe he just was confused. Or scared.
11:24:13 PM taintiepants: Pouncival continued scanning over the sky in the awkward silence, fingers fiddling with the edge of his shirt, mouth twisted somewhat to one side. What was there to say? The silence was painful. Pouncival still wasn't sure how he felt about all of that. At least the dirty looks stopped.
"Look, dude," Pause. He couldn't think of anything. Total blank. Damn. "Don't... give me those looks again. Don't like it." The truth, even if it sounded stupid.
11:34:19 PM Untitled 8: "Sorry..." he replied honestly, not looking at the other. "It's... hard. Maybe you're right and I'm just confused and talking crazy." But Tumblebrutus knew it wasn't true as he glanced at Pouncival out of the corner of his eye. It'd be so much easier if the other weren't so closed-minded at times, or all about the girls, or something. He was so similar to Plato sometimes it made him freaked out.
"You... really don't think I'm the type to do that... do you?"
11:37:26 PM taintiepants: "What do you mean?" Pouncival asked, looking to him. "Talk crazy? Dunno. You've said some out there things. Not that I think you need to be in the loony bin but, y'know." A shrug was given, picking at a dirty spot on his jeans. He looked around for a moment before finally looking to Tumblebrutus.
"But I guess you're not crazy. I really don't want to hear about that stuff though. Dunno. Bothers me."
11:41:44 PM Untitled 8: "So what do I do?" Tumblebrutus asked then, a little on the quiet side. "What do I do if I'm having trouble and I can't talk to you, and I can't talk to Mom, and I can't talk to Dad, and I can't talk to Victor, or anyone?" More root of the problem as he shifted uncomfortably.
"I mean, and why's it bother you? You know I wouldn't do anything to you in your sleep... right?"
But then there was a thought. Just one of what it'd be like to kiss his friend. And that freaked him out.
11:44:06 PM taintiepants: Pouncival wrung his fingers somewhat nervously shaking his head. He felt bad that Tumble couldn't talk to him, but...
"I dunno." He said quickly, looking to him. "Always has." Though at the question, he looked startled. He'd never thought of that... great. "I don't... think you would. If you did I'd kick your ass. But I know you're not some insane creeper or anything. You're too nice to diddle someone in their sleep."
11:59:46 PM Untitled 8: "That's gross," Tumblebrutus lamented, nose wrinkling. "I haven't even been able to kiss anyone yet..." And his voice became quiet as he lay on his back, arms folding so his fingers could knit together as a pillow.
There was hesitation but he didn't speak, seeming to change his mind. "Really? Always?"
12:02:37 AM taintiepants: Pouncival shrugged. "For as long as... I knew what it was." He said with a shrug, picking at a claw nervously. He really wanted off this subject, but Tumble wouldn't get off it. "Always has. I dunno, it just wigged me out. I don't mean to be bad about it or nothin', I can't help it."
12:04:26 AM Untitled 8: "Why though?" Tumblebrutus turned on his side to gaze at the other. "I mean... it shouldn't be a big deal though. It didn't really even seem like a big deal until I--you know--when I was--I mean but that happens to anyone, right?" There was another shift in position.
12:07:08 AM taintiepants: "It shouldn't be but it just is." The tom said, looking away, frowning. "I don't know. Trying to explain why it does is like you trying to explain why you like a tom. Even I get it's just like... there. I just... yeah. Don't like hearing about it." He still didn't look to his friend, picking a small scab on his arm somewhat nervously.
12:34:01 AM Untitled 8: "Oh..." Well, that seemed a simple enough answer, so why was Pouncival acting all weird and shit? It made no sense. None at all. And now he knew he was certainly confused because well, it was Pounce.
Though also it was a bit nervewracking.
12:35:43 AM taintiepants: "Yeah..." A slight frown was given, looking around before looking at Tumblebrutus. "Happy now? I mean, you know why. So... yeah." A slight tilt of the head was given, one eye narrowed.
12:45:55 AM Untitled 8: "Not really," Tumble answered honestly as he gazed at his friend, the tiniest of a flush coming to his cheeks though he tried to mirror the other's expression.
"It's really hard. With Victor and Misto and all this stuff... you know when Dad was around... I guess I mistook Kamaria for Claudia." A frown creased his brow. "Maybe we should do something. You're right."
12:47:47 AM taintiepants: "What do you mean, I'm right?" Pouncival asked, frowning. Even though he couldn't see how Kamaria and Claudia could be mistaken, really. "Do something? Dude, you're starting to freak me out a little sometimes, I'm not following so great."
12:49:34 AM Untitled 8: "Like, I... fuck, shit." He groaned before he turned on his back once more, hands pressed over his eyes. "I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore..." He took deep breaths, eyes closing behind his hands as if to help slow his thoughts.
12:51:33 AM taintiepants: Pouncival blew out a breath, rolling his eyes slowly. "Man, we gotta get you together. And people think I'm the difficult one." It was meant to be a joke, a playful nudge to his friend given, not occuring to him it may not be the best time.
12:53:21 AM Untitled 8: He tensed up immediately before giving an awkward laugh as he lowered his hands and opened his eyes in turn. "Heh, y-yeah. Guess so. But--but you're the one who always has everything set. I mean, you like get to kiss the girls, and have things under control and everything." Earnest words, ones he believed, maybe foolishly so.
12:55:20 AM taintiepants: Pouncival sat back, a slight frown on his face. "Guess so." He said, his head tilting, scratching behind his ear. "I dunno though. I dunno if anyone really has everything under control." Looking away, he scanned the ground as if it had suddenly become interesting. Those words could be insightful, but insightfulness was possibly past him.
12:56:44 AM Untitled 8: "... yeah, I guess. Heh. I mean, I mean like... I never feel like I have control ever. Like, I mean... sometimes... it's just." He stalled once more, a little stuck almost. "... Mom says it's really unhealthy that I keep forgetting everything but... it's easier."
12:58:42 AM taintiepants: "Yeah, no, that... that's not good. You gotta learn to deal with your problems." A slight smile was given; big words for someone who was unlikely to follow the advice himself. "But you'll get it figured out. You just need to steel yourself and plow through the shit and even if you don't come out clean on the other side, y'know... you got it done."
1:00:48 AM Untitled 8: Tumblebrutus nodded at his friend, taking the words to heart before he embraced Pouncival, thinking nothing of it really as he gave a small squeeze, head resting on his shoulder. "Thanks, Pounce. You're the best ever." A soft admission in his ear.
1:02:21 AM taintiepants: Pouncival really didn't mean to, but he stiffened at the embrace, ear twitching against Tumble's head with the soft words. He made a little face, but hugged Tumblebrutus reguardless; he was just being edgy. "Nah, just... y'know... I was an ass earlier."
1:04:18 AM Untitled 8: "Yeah, you kinda were," Tumble replied honestly. "But it's okay. I mean. Well, it's not okay that you're an ass sometimes but you didn't mean it. And we're always gonna be close right?" It felt safe to be so close, and so no effort was made to pull from the other. It was just them. Just them and the silence.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT POST
