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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 9:48:42 GMT -5
"You never know, and I intend on putting a stop to it. The last thing we need is Tumblebrutus to pick up habits the way Victor did. You need to keep a rein on the boys. Goodness." Her steps were faster then, tail swishing.
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Post by isthatasock on Jun 15, 2010 16:27:24 GMT -5
Skimble kept pace, trying to diffuse the situation before Jenny got to the yard.
"But how," he pointed out. "You can't just tell Edgar to not see him."
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 20:50:03 GMT -5
"Any why not?" she asked as she stomped forth. "He's been out of the boys' lives so it shouldn't make a difference whether he meets on or two nephews. Tumblebrutus is much too delicate. MUCH too delicate." She stopped.
"And you can either give a damn about your own sons well being and their best interests, or you could butt out so at least I can do my job of protecting them."
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Post by isthatasock on Jun 15, 2010 20:57:51 GMT -5
"I think such things should be their own choice," Skimble said simply, quite used to this. "You can't control their lives. Even Tumble is growing up. You can't keep him a kitten forever."
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 21:43:19 GMT -5
"He's growing up too quickly because of this! Sixteen is still much too young for a tom to be getting strange ideas and be tromping around doing God knows what. You can't disagree with that." Her head shook, marching steps increased.
"And I'm not keeping him a kitten. He's young. He'd probably have a heart attack if girls began to take interest in him. Would probably have a heart attack if he found out Victor was off with... that... Mistoffelees."
A bit too close to the truth though not for reasons she would expect.
"Though maybe you should talk with him about how... some of the stuff... works... like sex... so he knows what to avoid."
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Post by isthatasock on Jun 15, 2010 22:20:03 GMT -5
"He does know that Victor is with Mistoffelees," Skimbleshanks said, figuring that Jenny would find out sooner or later anyway. "And he's upset, because he also likes Mistoffelees."
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 22:34:34 GMT -5
"Wait, what?"
Jennyanydots turned to Skimbleshanks abruptly, gripping onto his arm.
Being left in the dark was difficult.
"... please explain."
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Post by isthatasock on Jun 15, 2010 22:41:07 GMT -5
"Tumble had a crush on Mistoffelees," Skimble said slowly. "After he slept with Victor, Tumble got jealous and upset. I don't know what he's done since."
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 22:49:22 GMT -5
Jenny brought a hand to her mouth then, feeling weak at the knees.
Both of her sons... both of her sons that way... about toms? What had she done as a Mother? How had she failed? It must have been Skimble... it must have. His lack of time around the kits.
Or the magical cat.
"He's possessed them..." she said shakily, trying to keep from screaming. "That... that filthy cat... is trying to make our boys filthy..."
What if Tumblebrutus did something stupid? Victor made a lot of stupid mistakes, but Tumblebrutus was far too young, far too young and that vileness was setting in.
"He's too young," she said sharply as she picked up the pace, more to herself than her companion. "God damn it, having him grow up too fast. I'm going to need to intervene. He's too young for it but there's no other choice. Who'd be safe for the boys? Victoria for Victor--similar ages, she's pure, sweet, good hearted. Could absorb that dark,black magic. Brutus... Brutus, where would he fit? He's too young. The girls are too young, but he's too young. He needs something. Something strong. Would Bombalurina do it? God, he's too young for all this. Much too young. GOD DAMN IT! LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR FUCKING SONS AND YOU'RE JUST SITTING BY LETTING IT HAPPEN!"
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Post by isthatasock on Jun 15, 2010 23:25:04 GMT -5
Skimble halted under Jenny's rage. He opened his mouth to reply, but he'd never been very good at standing up to her when she was that angry.
"I think Tumble and Jemima are already sweet on each other," he muttered, giving in.
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 23:29:23 GMT -5
"Are they? Are they really?" she argued, trembling in anger. "Or is this just something you've concocted to make up for the trash these boys are turning into?! Don't you want to be a good example for them?! God, you're intolerable, sometimes! Sometimes I wonder if you have any desire to help your damn children out!"
She stormed faster in the direction of the Junkyard. "If you want to make yourself helpful, help me at least find Tumblebrutus and talk some damn sense into him!"
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Post by isthatasock on Jun 15, 2010 23:37:34 GMT -5
Skimble hesitated. He should really tell her off, but frankly, he was scared.
"I'm going for a walk," he said, turning another way that would get him to the back of the Junkyard.
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Post by gumbiecat on Jun 15, 2010 23:39:14 GMT -5
"Fine! Do that!" she screamed back. "Just walk away from the problems rather than do your job!"
Because her work was never over, and never would be. And so, the Junkyard's entrance before her, she strode in with confidence, maybe more fierce and determined than before.
It was time to find, and change, her son.
... sons.
((End Thread))
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