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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 22:19:53 GMT -5
[[Open to ALL who'd be around when Tumble would be going on 12 and Pounce would be 13--LULZWORTHY and CUTE thread ahead!]]
Oh something was WRONG. It was wrong, and it was bad, and he knew it!
It wasn't so much the coarser fur that was growing in patches, somewhat liking the way his face looked with the mini-goatee and sideburns, but the shock of waking up at his human home, meaning to take a bath, and glancing there. THAT was what freaked him out. They weren't supposed to get that large! ... were they? He never really thought about it but shuffled as he walked, enough of one for his human home to take him to the vet fearing something was wrong, reminding him yet again how much he hated thermometers.
A few days passed since then, and things seemed a bit calmer. Maybe he'd just imagined it. More so wishful thinking as he started to spend less time at his den, more overnights at the house, some embarrassing stains on the sheets enough to do it. The hell? He was too old to be wetting himself or the bed! If he told his mother, she'd make a fuss and EVERYONE would know. If he told his dad, he'd be disappointed and give a talk. If he told his brother, well, he wasn't sure what but assumed he'd be made fun of. And like HELL he'd tell Pounce.
Those thoughts, however, were pushed aside, forgotten about like a lot of other things were more recently, which was obnoxious with the constant reminders. Today was one of those days as he bounded over to Pouncival's den, not going inside, instead yelling, "POUNCE! COME OUT, I'M BORED!"
Spotting a soccer ball, he scooted around, kicking it against a wall as he waited, slightly mal-coordinated. Well, that was annoying.
"COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~"
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 12, 2010 22:26:18 GMT -5
The noise startled a previously sleeping Pouncival, who gave a squeak as he fell from his bed, an oof coming from him as he hit the floor, hard.
A groan, then a yell. No one liked to be woken in such a fashion. Certainly not Pouncival. Especially when it was - TUMBLE. TUMBRUTUS! AGH!
Pulling himself to his feet, he started out, ears flat against his skull. The tomkit didn't yet have the anger inside of him that would build up in his later years, but this puberty stage was still no picnic, and sometimes Tumblebrutus got the brunt of it...
"Tumble!" He shouted, pointing to him as he left his den. "What's going on?!"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 22:47:27 GMT -5
"I'm freaking bored!" he yelled before kicking the ball particularly hard, jumping so he would avoid getting hit, not chasing it as it rolled the other direction. Picking up a jog, he slowed by his friend. Sometimes he wondered how they hadn't met that long ago in retrospect. The years he was a little lonely about not having another tom his age could have been greatly lessened. After all, it was kinda weird having your brother for your best friend.
It was also strange being Pouncival's height when he'd been shorter before. Though, blinking at the other, he smirked. "I think I'm taller than you!" Not by much, but maybe an ear. Or something. "Ha! That's because you su-UCK!"
And Tumblebrutus froze, a hand moving to his throat as he cleared it. The hell was that?! "Sorry, THat WAS a BIT weIR-" His lips slammed shut then, eyes a little wide, hand moving to his mouth.
What the--
"Pounce?" he squeaked between his fingers. "... play... football?"
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 12, 2010 22:54:05 GMT -5
Pouncival stopped. He stared for a moment as his friend talked. Then, slowly, a grin spread over his lips, tail twitching in happy amusement. This... this was funny.
"What was that again, Tumble?" Pouncival asked sweetly, his head tilting, leaning forward slightly, that large grin on his face. Way too funny. Oooooh, it was so funny, he completely ignored the comment before that. He wouldn't respond to the 'you suck', he wouldn't gripe about height, he wanted to focus on this... priceless.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 22:58:57 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus took a step backward as his friend leaned forth. Oh jeez. Oh jeez, definitely the wrong cat to be around when his voice was being all stupid. Maybe it was the wetfood. That sometimes made him sick. But he didn't feel that sick.
The hand stayed over his mouth, and he shifted uncomfortably in his clothes, as if they didn't quite fit.
Slowly, his hand lowered, and he stilled. "I was bored." Guarded words. He paused again. No change. Good. "Wanted to hang out." Even better. He relaxed. "So I was thinking we could plAY FOOTBAll EVerLASTing cAT!!!"
Mortified, he stared at his best friend, arguably his only friend at that point. "I caN'T TalK."
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 12, 2010 23:03:14 GMT -5
He couldn't hlep it. No, he didn't TRY to help it. Pouncival burst out laughing. Which for him, at this moment, was some strange high pitched noise that didn't quite go with his voice. It was THAT funny, to warrant such a stupid laugh. He doubled over for a moment before catching his breath, finally looking back up at Tumblebrutus, lopsided grin and all.
"That... that was so awesome. Your face was priceless." Pawing over an ear, he shook his head. "Just... just awesome."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 23:06:26 GMT -5
"ShUT Up, jeRKFAcE," Tumblebrutus tried to defend himself, giving the other a little bit of a shove, not like he thought it'd do much. "IT'S NOT FUnny. The heCK iS WROng wITh Me?!" A positively pathetic whimper sounded as the cat then paced, covering his face with both hands, stifling more and more the urge to kick Pouncival in the balls.
Actually, that idea sounded like a GREAT one at that moment, he decided, fixing a glare on his best friend, which probably wasn't as menacing as he thought it was.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 12, 2010 23:09:37 GMT -5
Pouncival grinned, putting his paws on his hips. "Oh come on, don't get your butt-fur in a twist." Most would say using 'tail' would suffice, but, well...
"What's that look for? It's funny! You'd have laughed too!" Shaking his head, he walked over to Tumblebrutus, clapping a paw onto his shoulder. "Think of your reaction if it had been me. You would have DIED. Thus, I laughed at you. Simple."
Because it made SO much sense.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 23:13:03 GMT -5
"... I don't GET it," Tumblebrutus replied unhappily, ears and tail drooping. "Other stUFF was baD AS WEll. The VET DiDN't know what's wrong." He forced himself to cough before speaking again, voice in a more even register though a bit deeper than it was, more hoarse, and quieter.
"And it's not funny," he added again, sullenly. "What if Jemima was there instead of you?"
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 12, 2010 23:17:07 GMT -5
"...I would die laughing and never let you forget it." Was Pouncival's dick-headed response, tittering somewhat again as he stepped back slightly. He didn't think Tumblebrutus would swat him. But hey, being prepared was better than getting caught with a fist (or wimpy paw) any day, right?
"And other stuff? Oooooh, that's got to be even BETTER. Jeez Tumble." Why was anyone friends with Pounce, again? "It just all goes downhill at once, don't it? Kinda want to go find Plato and see what he thinks... ooooh... that'd be HILARIOUS."
Pouncival really didn't know yet how much of an ass he could be to his best friend... and the misery, really, only prompted him on. Emotional sadist? There was no way to say 'no' to that.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 23:22:21 GMT -5
That was around when Tumblebrutus, for the first time, lunged and tackled his friend with the intent of beating him up. While he might have succeeded in landing on top of him, his grip was somewhat weak on the other's shoulder as he tried to strangle his neck, legs straddling the other's waist.
"You ASSHOLE! DoN'T YOU DARE teLL PLAto ANyTHING!" Tumblebrutus howled, voice changing in pitch too quickly, utterly perturbed by it all. God, what if Plato found out?! That'd be the end of EVERYTHING! No girl would EVER look at him again. EVER! EVER! And then Alonzo would know! Because Alonzo and Plato like shared a brain or something. And Admetus! And his brother!
That horrified him most of all as he tried to shake Pouncival a bit, again howling, "It'S NOT FAiR!"
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 12, 2010 23:25:32 GMT -5
"AAAH HEY! You can't take a JOKE?!" Pouncival yelled, kicking against Tumblebrutus angrily, flailing and pushing him away.
"You're such an ASS. I didn't hit YOU did I? COME ON. I was JOKING. Jeez. But maybe now I WASN'T joking." A little more of his not-so-eloquent-ness... But hey. He was trying to get his point across.
"Maybe NOW I'll go tell EVERYBODY. Because like, you hit me. Asshat." He really, really couldn't take any ill action against him... couldn't Tumblebrutus take a joke? Come on!
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 12, 2010 23:41:26 GMT -5
"DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT!" he screeched, almost on the verge of tears as he shook the other. "YOU HAve nO IdeA WHAT IT's LikE TO HAve weIRD StuFF HAPPen to yoU." He shook harder before his body tensed up. Something did NOT feel right. Downright strange, even.
He sat upright, weight shifting on his knees, situated a bit too perfectly over Pouncival's crotch as he looked down to the front of his own pants. Again, mortification came as he screamed, though this time not at Pouncival.
"GO AWAY!!!" His hands lowered, as if shoving himself down, straining even, face contorting in pain before he conceded to crawling off the other, walking near the wall, sitting facing it, and trying to reposition himself without crying. The stress was overwhelming, really.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 13, 2010 0:02:10 GMT -5
Now Pouncival looked somewhat mortified, sitting up quickly.
"OH MAN WHAT WAS THAT?!" He shrieked, unsure of how to react. That was... that was so weird! Oh man! Why would that happen?! Ew! Oh... ohh... EWWWWW. Just ew. The thought.. the thought... Ugh. His nose wrinkled, shaking his shoulders slightly before standing. He felt downright repulsed at his best friend. Kinda. It was weird. But he knew he sohuld bre repulsed, so he was.
"Dude just... dude. The hell. Why man, why? Are you gay?" He asked, his paws on his hips, frowning.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 13, 2010 0:16:45 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus rounded his shoulders forward, finally resorting to shoving a hand down the front of his pants, pushing down, and wincing as he closed his thighs before pulling his hand back. Pouncival's disgust only made it worse, and then the question afterward. Why? And was he--
"What's gay?" he asked quietly.
Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. And that with the why drew a snivel out of him.
"I don't know," he said, voice gravelly but not cracking. "I don't know what's wrong. Something's wrong. That keeps, that keeps happening. It won't stay down at all. And it got all freakishly big. And I can't do good handsprings anymore. And I have to change the sheets a lot. And-and-and I think I'm sick but the vet didn't know what was wrong so the stupid thermometer was for nothing. And you're gonna be mean and tell everyone about it, penis breath!"
And, maybe with a whine and a little too immaturely, Tumblebrutus started to cry. He hadn't been able to get to the stage where he'd know there was a time and place for everything... and this probably wasn't the best time to share all his concerns. But the distress hit him, a tom far too naive for his own good.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 13, 2010 0:23:08 GMT -5
Pouncival's nose wrinkled.
He... he didn't want that information. Just... uh... ew... Not... not of his best friend. Or anyone! Yeah, or anyone. Ew. Just... words... failed him.
"You're not sick but um... ew. Don't like... talk about that... again." Pouncival said, his eyes shifting from side to side as if checking to make sure no one was around. Suddenly it really wasn't all that funny anymore.
"Gay means you like toms. Like, like them. You wanna kiss 'em and stuff. You ain't that, are you? 'Cause I dunno if I could be your friend, man."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 13, 2010 0:33:00 GMT -5
What are those two yelling about now?
Tugger was mildly annoyed. He had been having his beauty sleep, the other beauty having left earlier, and was rudely awoken by adolescence.
"What are you two up to?" he demanded, rounding the corner as he did up his shirt buttons as far as the mane would allow.
"What's with the pity party?" he enquired, seeing their expressions. "Toms your age shouldn't be crying. You should be making your parents cry that there is no hope left for you to be dignified members of society."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 13, 2010 8:44:18 GMT -5
"TugGER!" Tumblebrutus cried out, tried to rub at his eyes as he leapt to his feet, voice cracking again in the middle, weight shifted uncomfortably. Why wouldn't it go down??? He looked at the Junkyard's essential idol to his best friend, and back again.
"Something's wrong with me," he said, voice managing to keep the same tone as he sniveled pathetically. "And Pounce said if it made me gay he doesn't want to be friends with me anyMORE." Just the thought of Pouncival not being his friend was enough to get him over emotional as he rubbed at his eyes again and tried to keep from crying in frustration. Pounce as as close to his other half as anyone could get. Without him...
Well, he didn't know what he would do without him.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 13, 2010 8:48:07 GMT -5
"Wrong with you?" Tugger inquired, curiously.
"And last I heard, you can't be made gay. It doesn't work like that."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 13, 2010 9:08:48 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus looked at Pouncival, then a bit angry, or a lot rather, at his best friend. "Then you'RE A DIckheAD." A hand closed over his mouth again and he groaned in frustration in Tugger's direction. "See? SomeTHING'S wrong wiTH ME."
And, again, the angry streak back at Pouncival. "And whY WOuLD anY tom WANT To kISS OTher tOMS? KissING's for GIRLS ANd gross." Why would ANYONE like kissing and stuff? Especially their age? It was stupid enough seeing the older toms, his brother included, all caught up in that stuff. Possibly Plato was the worst with his rampant hip thrusts, and humping sprees. Groooosssssssssssssssss. And he didn't want to think about his brother kissing kittens or kits or... well, who else could they kiss? It was stressful, and confusing, and he kind of wanted to kick Pouncival in the balls, but if he did that then, for certain, EVERYONE would know that something was just wrong with him, and he'd be made fun of, or shunned, or something equally unpleasant.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 13, 2010 9:11:12 GMT -5
"Ah," Tugger said sagely. "That sort of wrong."
"Well, don't worry, it happens to almost every guy at some point."
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 14, 2010 12:27:17 GMT -5
Pouncival shook his head, nose wirnkled, paw going over his ear several times.
"It's still screwed up." He said, the disgust lingering in his voice. "I didn't want to know about any of that! All ewy and gross and ew."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 14, 2010 22:09:00 GMT -5
Tugger chuckled. "You'll change your tune. In the long run, it's a good thing," he said.
He looked at them again. "You don't know what it is, do you?"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 15, 2010 0:41:39 GMT -5
"... you know whAT IT Is? My voiCE?" Tumblebrutus asked skeptically, arms folding over his chest more protectively. "I don't waNT Pounce to HAte mE."
Crushed by that. Simply crushed.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 15, 2010 1:17:10 GMT -5
"Your voice is breaking," Tugger said simply, then hurried to correct since that could easily be taken as a bad thing. "It means it's rearranging itself. It'll end up deeper."
It always bothered him that Munkus had ended up with a deeper voice than him. "It'll probably happen to you too," he told Pounce.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 15, 2010 9:28:43 GMT -5
"I doN'T want that," he said, coughing and clearing his throat, it sounding a bit more gravelly though now holding more one tone. "I don't want my voice to change. I like my voice."
But then, there was the possibility of it happening to Pouncival, and Tumblebrutus could only do one thing that any best friend seeking revenge would do: point and laugh.
"You jerk!" he said between that laughter, peels of glee. "I'm gonna make fun of you so badly when that happens to you and when your dick starts doing weird stuff!"
Mature? Definitely not. Though he shifted a bit and glanced down, his problem from before seemingly having died down. He exhaled deeply. "Pounce said... something... happened because I was gay. But kissing's gross." Though, granted, he'd never kissed before so he didn't really know, but it SEEMED gross. Even in pictures. Or the one time he walked in on Victor. THAT was gross. Why would ANYONE want their tongue down someone's throat? Nasty!
He scratched his knee through his jeans, attention span leaving him a bit bored already. Why'd Pounce have to be a dick if this stuff happened to every tom, as Tugger put it? What was wrong with them playing soccer, or digging for worms to slip down the back of the kittens shirts. He'd have LOVED to do that to Electra.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 14:41:04 GMT -5
Pouncival wrinkled his nose. "Why are you being an ass now?" He asked with a snort, shaking his head and scooting away from Tumblebrutus. "And that? Yeah. That happens if you're gay. It's supposed to happen when you're around queens, but you did it to me." He stuck out his tongue, as if that meant anything, before pawing over his head.
"Besides, whatever's happening to you, I'll do it with so much more dignity and class, so there." Srupid, careless words; he just tried to sound cool, most of the time.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 14:52:07 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus quieted down then. Pouncival did have a point about dignity. Well, mainly since, despite what Tumble would sometimes say, he really did look up to his best friend. A bit of a pout came before he looked down. "I'm sorry, Pounce," he said, voice gravelly. His paws pressed together.
"That happened around queens too, though. SomeTHING'S wrong with me."
A slight sniff, and the tom rubbed at his eyes as if to prevent himself from crying. It was successful, and he looked up, eyes wide, young, a little pathetic maybe. "... you're not gonna hate me now, are you? I don't wanna lose you ever."
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 14:58:09 GMT -5
Pouncival shifted a little. Aw, man, he hated it when Tumble looked like that. It made him feel bad. Eh.
"It's... um... not your fault." He said, shifting a little, looking around. "It's okay. I don't hate you or nothin'." He sighed, looking to Tumblebrutus rather sheepishly. Now he felt bad for being an ass. Sort of. Okay yeah, he did. Not that he'd want to admit it. "Don't get all... sad on me. I don't know what to do with sad."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 15:13:16 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, arms wrapping around his knees as he pulled them toward his chest. Carefully, he rocked, chewing the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to do.
Maybe Tugger knew the answer.
He gave the older cat a look, not quite verbalizing the questions, but they were there--what could he do? What should he do? What... just what in general?
"I dunno what to do..."
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