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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 27, 2010 8:16:27 GMT -5
"Jesus..." he murmured, shivering. "You should talk to him again. I mean, you're his brother; he should listen." His legs were drawn up, one knee near his chest, tip of his tail thumping, trapped in thought. This... wasn't good. Really wasn't good. He'd have never suspected her, either. Sure, she was brash and over the top at times, and he'd just thought she'd had a ridiculous crush on their fearless leader, but...
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 27, 2010 8:51:11 GMT -5
"He won't listen," Tugger said. "Since when would he trust my judgement more than his? She knows just how to work him too. Sad story, wronged queen in need of saving. She'll have him wrapped around her paw in no time."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 27, 2010 10:35:50 GMT -5
"Then we need to do something..." Mistoffelees frowned, though his mind went back to one thing, and one thing only: how many strikes?
"I mean.. maybe if he's won over, we can just... do something... without him knowing. Talk to her, get it out of her, get her to leave. Something. Didn't she know Mungojerrie?"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 29, 2010 20:56:38 GMT -5
Tugger shrugged. "I don't know. I've never really understood why Munkus let him in either. I don't trust any of them."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jul 30, 2010 7:04:48 GMT -5
"Good point, although we need to trust someone or else we're stuck and it'll be like watching a train wreck. Perhaps a good portion of this could be avoided or... something." his voice trailed off more uselessly before he scooted by his friend and, after a moment, touched a paw to his back.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jul 31, 2010 9:58:19 GMT -5
"Misto," Tugger began. "I'm going to do something, and you have to promise never to tell anybody."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 2, 2010 18:23:51 GMT -5
A thin eyebrow arched curiously, but there was a bit of unease on his face accompanying it, the slight sniff of his nose. A nod was given, just one, but it was there nonetheless.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Aug 2, 2010 22:31:08 GMT -5
Tugger wrapped his arms around Misto and pulled him close. "I'm scared," he whispered. "What if something happens to Munkus? What would we do then? I know they'll be after me too because I'm the other son."
He wasn't even being selfish then. He knew it was quite reasonable to be a target, considering his rank in the tribe (even if he didn't want it). He didn't know about Misto's run in with Macavity.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 2, 2010 23:06:34 GMT -5
The fur on the back of Mistoffelees' neck rose, not from being startled at the fast move his friend made, but more than horrid reality accompanying it. He embraced Tugger in return, a thought coming to mind of that incident, the one he'd never said. A shiver was given. The reality was grave--Munkustrap was their pillar of strength, and no matter what, blood was blood. The Rum Tum Tugger would be another target. After him, Mistoffelees couldn't even fathom anything.
His fingers twisted in the thick mane as he sighed. "I think..." A sigh. "I... think you should try to talk to Munkustrap again. He's your brother, and you have every reason to be concerned. And... and I think that... I mean, you saw it when he was there watching us?" But that second meeting, the bloodied cheek, was left out.
He pulled closer to Tugger, face turning by the other's ear, voice dropping. "I won't let anything happen to you, Tug... I know... I know I'm not much, but I'd die if I couldn't protect you."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Aug 4, 2010 12:29:04 GMT -5
Suddenly, Tugger was sitting back as he was before. "Surely you could just zap him away," Tugger suggested flippantly. Perhaps is was a vain bravado that prevented him from allowing himself to seem weak for very long. Maybe he was genuinely afraid that if he let such fears become too strong, he couldn't stop them. And maybe, just maybe, he felt he had to be strong so others got confidence that nothing was really that wrong.
"Did you hear about that new queen the found?" he asked Misto. "Apparently all beaten up and bloodied."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 5, 2010 9:15:50 GMT -5
Mistoffelees never would push when it got to that point. It wouldn't be right. Instead, he'd sit up, the way he always did, as he looked at the other. "I saw her. I haven't had the chance to speak, nor really was there anything I could do, but I saw. Saw enough, at least." And it made him nervous.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Aug 17, 2010 19:27:27 GMT -5
"Maybe I should go try and comfort her," he mused, all traces of worry gone, or at least hidden.
"She may be hot too, once she's cleaned up."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 18, 2010 11:14:09 GMT -5
Mistoffelees froze up before he slapped Tugger across the face as hard as he could. Tears almost sprung to his own eyes from the sting.
"You ASSHOLE!" he snarled. "This queen has been battered and abused and you're thinking about doing her?! You fucking ASSHOLE!"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Aug 18, 2010 23:51:58 GMT -5
Tugger stared at Misto. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to work out what had just happened. Where had that come from?
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 19, 2010 22:01:52 GMT -5
He couldn't help it. He wasn't even sure why. Or where it came from. Or what the deal was. Zapping Tugger felt different than physically hitting him.
But that queen... waiting for a queen to heal so he could hope she'd be good enough to do... Tugger really was the lowest of the low. Worse than that.
And still, Mistoffelees didn't think he could love anyone more.
That was why, he reasoned, he started to cry, something he rarely did in general, something even more rare around his best friend. "You... you asshole..."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Aug 23, 2010 21:48:48 GMT -5
"But...But...Why?" Tugger simply didn't know what to do. He was never any good with crying cats. especially when they seemed to be doing it for no reason.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 24, 2010 21:20:08 GMT -5
"You don't... you don't... you just don't... don't do that... it's... it's using and feeding off of the abused..." A reminder of how Tugger could be the scum of the earth with queens, how Mistoffelees never stood a chance unless Tugger were drunk enough.
But that wasn't what Mistoffelees would want. No. And there was Victor who he genuinely liked. He wasn't sure about love, that seemed too early, but a deep like. That should have taken away some of the hunger, some of the pain, but it somewhat seemed to fuel it.
He sniffled back a little, rubbing his eyes more before, uncharacteristically, burying his face against the other's chest.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Sept 1, 2010 10:35:59 GMT -5
"I don't use anyone," Tugger defended. "Everyone gets what they want from me. No one is ever used."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 1, 2010 14:48:46 GMT -5
"That's not true," he murmured into the thick mane, fingers twisting in it as he tried to keep his shoulders still enough, a few choked sounds made as he cried. No. Not everyone would get what they wanted.
Maybe this thing was better with Victor. Maybe it was really good. But it was hard. So hard.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Sept 5, 2010 9:26:16 GMT -5
"It is," Tugger responded. "Name one queen who didn't know exactly what the deal was."
He shook his head. "But that's irrelevant. I'm not stupid. This isn't about me. I thought you were happy with Victor."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 5, 2010 10:25:44 GMT -5
Mistoffelees didn't have an answer for that, and he tensed for a moment when Tugger turned around the question on himself. "When'd he come into this?" he said hurriedly. "I am happy with him. Extremely happy. He's... he gets me. And we're in similar situations so, yeah. I'm happy." He rubbed at his face as he pulled away from Tugger, somewhat turning his back.
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