Double Trouble [Done]

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumpleteazer smirked, eyes darting every way as she peered around a pile of junk. Good. Alone. Giggling, she darted out and found a little ledge to perch on, dropping the pillowcase she held into her lap.

She wore black leggings and an extra long black shirt, the sleeves pushed up past her elbows. Black fishnet fingerless gloves covered her hands, which delved into the pillowcase, gleefully pulling out a strand of pearls and silverwear. Pretty good haul tonight.

She glanced up momentarily, before greedily returning to her bag. The other cats never were happy when she went off thieving, and she didn't want to share this with Mungo, the fruits of her first solo excursion. Her pearls.... She grinned, holding the strand up to her neck. How she loved pearls...

[[OOC: Edited title, because I think this thread is done.]]

[Mungojerrie]

Mungojerrie quietly had followed his sister the whole way, seeing as she didn't realize it only fueled his ego. He slinked around behind some trash piles on his tiptoes as to not make a sound. Ah, it was cute when Rumple tried to pull a heist without him.

Suddenly, he popped up behind her, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Ya gonna be sharin that then?" he asked with a smirk. His tail flicked with amusement. "I mean, I deserve 'alf the share seein as I caught ya. Call it... a pay off."

He loved teasing his sister, it brought him endless joy. He sighed and shook his head. "Always tryin' ta do thing by yourself. Let Mungo in on the action sometimes!"

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumpleteazer let out a small shriek, the pearls flying out of her hands. After a moment of stunned silence, she began to wack her brother with her pillowcase full of silverwear. "Do. Not. Sneak. Up. On. Me. You. Jerk!" Rumple said, emphasizing each word with a hit.

Sighing, she dropped her bag back to her lap, before raising an eyebrow at Mungojerrie. "Half? Nah, maybe a quarter. I did all the work, ya know."

She shrugged, running a hand through her headfur. "Sides, when's the last time you pulled off a heist by yourself? Oh, right. Never!" She smirked before tensing suddenly. "My pearls!" she cried, before diving off in the direction she through they had flown.

[Mungojerrie]

Mungojerrie laughed as he blocked the blows his sister threw at him. After the barrage, he plopped himself down next to her. "True, true... buut... I could just waltz up ta Munk'a'strap and tell 'im that I caught my precious sista in the act of burglary. 'Ow do ya think he'd like that?" he asked, idly looking away and twisting his tail about.

At the next comment, he scoffed and frowned, "Well, maybe I don't pull heists by mahself cause I'm not selfish and I like to share the joy with my beloved Rumple." This with a few fake tears and sniffles he added, "I just want her ta know the pleasure of a dual heist... its sad really, 'ow much I care 'bout her."

[Rumpleteazer]

Having retrieved her necklace and securely fastened it around her neck, Rumpleteazer sighed and returned to sitting by her brother. "Sure, ya could, or I could tell 'im about..." She trailed off, trying to remember some horrible deed her brother had done. "I'll tell 'im.... Aw, screw it. I don't remember. Besides, you don't know where I got the loot. I could 'ave found it, for all ya know." Conveniently forgetting she had just told him what a good heist it was.

Rolling her eyes, Rumple shoved the pillowcase into Mungojerrie's stomach. "Don't pull that crap wit me, Mungo. I know when you're fake cryin', you baby." She stretched, rolling out the kinks in her back. "Anyway, it's not that much. Some silverwear, a bracelet, my new necklace..."

After a moment, she giggled, reaching over to ruffle Mungo's headfur. "Aw, ya do care, ya big lug. After nineteen years together, it touches me heart to know that you really do care about little ol' me. Ain't ya sweet?"

[Mungojerrie]

Opening up the pillowcase, Mungo peeked inside to look at the treasures. "Oooh, very nice, very nice..." he mumbled, his head inside the bag looking around. After a bit of shuffling, he popped his head out of the bag. "Very nice indeed."

"Why, I'm the sweetest thing ya ever seen," he laughed. "Jus' tryin ta make sure my adorable sista don't get in no trouble." He smiled, and then looked seriously at Rumpleteazer's face.

"So, where'd ya get it from?" he asked, "No where on Macavity's turf I hope." His face was stone cold, he never wanted to go back there again, and he had to make sure Rumple didn't either.

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumpleteazer giggled again, leaning her head on Mungo's shoulder. Sometimes she wanted to bash his head in, but she loved him, for all his stupidity and arrogance.

She pursed her lips at his question, sitting up to scratch her head. "Uh.... I dunno?" She peered up at him, eyes widening innocently. "Well, it wasn't on Jellicle turf, I know that. But..." She trailed off, then continued in a quiet voice. "I dunno. Maybe it was on the edge of Mac's...."

Her eyes were cast down at her knees, not daring to look up at Mungo. She knew he didn't like her going on Macavity's turf, but if she didn't get caught, what was the harm?

[Mungojerrie]

Mungo scowled, "Ya gotta be careful!" He sighed and shook his head, "Next time tell me when you're gonna be off Jellicle turf! I don't want anythin ta happen ta ya!"

With a twitch of his tail he stood up and faced Rumple, his hands on his hips and his face looking stern. "Next time we go together. That way I can keep an eye on ya. But we WON'T be goin anywhere near Macavity's turf. Got it?" He had to be stern at times, if he hadn't, who knows where the two would be. Sure he loved silliness and goofing off, but when it came to Macavity, that was no laughing matter.

[Rumpleteazer]

"But I was careful!" Pouting, Rumple pushed herself up to stand and stride past her brother, arms crossed across her chest in defiance. "I didn' get caught, did I? No. I'm fine. You think you know better than me, always."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to face Mungo, arms still crossed, her tail flicking back and forth in annoyance. "I don't need ya to keep an eye on me all the time. I can take care of myself."

Sure, she liked going on heists with her brother. It was fun, usually. But not when he started getting all overprotective about her, and thinking he had to baby her. "I'm the same age as you, stop treating me like a baby!"

[Mungojerrie]

The tom simply sighed and placed a hand on Rumple's shoulder, "Alright, alright, just don't do anythin that you'll regret. 'Kay?" With a light affectionate tap on her cheek.

"Now, enough 'a that. What da ya wanna do today?" he asked, chaning the subject completely. "I personally think that layin out in the sun sounds like a fine idea. Nap nap nap..."

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple sighed. "Why do ya always got ta change the subject, right when I'm gettin' good and mad, huh?" She rolled her eyes and started playing with the strand of pearls around her neck, sneering slightly at Mungo's suggestion.

"Nap? Pfft. That's boring. Boooooriiiiinnnnggg...." She dragged the word out as long as possible, until she ran out of air. After a deep breath, she shook her head. "No. Nappin' is boring, and we, dear brotha, are anythin' but boring." She tapped her chin. "But wot is there interestin' ta do around here?"

[Mungojerrie]

Mungo stuck out his bottom lip in a childish pout, something that didn't fit his appearance very well. "Aww, but its so nice out! Why waste the day doin stuff when ya can just sleep?" he asked, his views a bit reversed.
"Well... we could always...hm... Uh... I dunno, ya know I'm not the mastermind behind the sit-yoo-ations... atleast on this occasion. Maybe we could go nab something... fom where, I dunno." Then with a shurg he added, "Buut, you've already had a nice heist today, so maybe we could do somethin else."

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple raised an eyebrow and snickered, but decided to otherwise ignore Mungo's idea of a perfect day. She stopped pacing and wandered over to link her arm through her brother's.

"Eh. Let's go for a walk, maybe we'll find someone fun. Or someone borin' to annoy, but either way, it's somethin' to do."

She started off, dragging Mungo with her. "So what 'ave you been doin', while I've been off on a hiest?"

[Mungojerrie]

"Eh, sleepin mostly... I followed ya 'round for a bit too. Ya never noticed, it was adorable," he smiled.
"Maybe we could go, uh.... Bother some pollicles or somethin? They're always a riot ta watch run around," Mungo suggested. Really, it was quite fun to mess with the dogs....mainly because they were laughably stupid and clumsy.

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple rolled her eyes. "Jerk." she muttered, absently hitting Mungojerrie's arm. "I woz focused on not gettin' caught, ya know."

"Sure, the pollicles are fun, only if they don't eat ya. If you're so tired, how ya gonna run from 'em when they get annoyed, huh?" She stuck out her tongue at her brother, and sighed. "But I don't got any better ideas...."

[Mungojerrie]

"The great Mungojerrie is always ready for a challenge, tired or not!" he announced with a heroic pose, "The great Mungojerrie just 'opes his sista is up for tha challenge."
With a sly smirk he slammed his hand on top of Rumple's head, ruffling her hair something terrible. Then pushing her back he raced out ahead.
"Last one there is gonna take the blame fer this!" he mocked.

[Rumpleteazer]

"The Great Mungojerrie? Don' make me laugh!" Rumple snorted. "I'm up for anything, as long as you loose!"

She was too busy laughing to notice when Mungo pushed her back. "Hey!" Rumple stumbled backwards a few steps, then charged after her brother. Damn him and his long legs! Why did she have to be so short, she never beat him in races.

[Mungojerrie]

Cackling acidly, Mungojerrie called back, "C'mon Rumpy!" He spun around in circles, and even ran backwards for a bit, still laughing.
"Rumpy's gonna be dinnah for tha Pollicles~" he chanted.
He had no trouble keeping a long stride and staying a good deal ahead of his sister.

[Rumpleteazer]

"Don't call me Rumpy! I hate that!" Rumple cried, trying to pick up her pace a bit. It wasn't much use, her legs were too short to match Mungo's strides. She hated being shorter than her stupid brother, they were twins, even!

"You'll be dinnah for somethin', when I catch up to ya!" She suddenly giggled, her trademark high pitched giggle. She hated to admit it, but it was fun, competing with Mungo. As long as she won most of the time, of course.

[Mungojerrie]

"Ya mean IF ya catch up to me!" he snickered. He slowed down a bit, letting himself fall back alittle. He craned his neck and looked to Rumple. He opened his mouth to speak, but as he did, his foot clipped a rock and he toppled over, face planting into the ground.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
Now his face was gonna look all sciffed up, crap.

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple giggled again as she dodged around her fallen brother. "Ha! Least I don't trip over nothin'!" She ran a short distance forward, then paused to look back at Mungo.

"You ain't hurt, right? Cause if you were, I'd have to help you, and that wouldn' be fun." Her desire to win was pushed to the side, only momentarily, by her concern for Mungo. She didn't really want anything to happen to him.

[Mungojerrie]

"I'm so flattered by your concern, really, its not like I just fell flat on my face or anythin," he said with sarcasm. Groaning he lifted himself up, brushing some dirt from his clothes and fur.
His nose twitched a new smell entered it... blood? Lifting a hand to his face, he touched his forehead, a large scrape was spread across it. "Oh hey, itsn't that just bloody brilliant. I'm bleedin," he sighed apathetically.

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumpleteazer gasped as she saw the cut on Mungo's face. "Aww, shit, Mungo!" Actually concerned, she returned to her brother's side, grabbing his chin to pull his face down so she could scrutinize the cut.

"Eugh. That looks nasty...." Pursing her lips, she glanced down at her chest before sighing and yanking the tissue she had used to pad her bra out. "Here," she muttered, reaching to dab gently at the cut. "Sorry, didn' know you cut yourself...."

[Mungojerrie]

He had a bit of a horrified look on his face as he saw his sister pull tissues from her bra. There was something he didn't need to know about his sister.
"Its not a big deal, really," he explained. His face was a bit red, not from the blood gushing out of his head, but from the blood rushing to his cheeks. It was embarassing being treated in such a way. He felt like a kid. "C'mon Rumple! Really! I'm fine! Ya know 'head wounds always bleed more than they need ta!"

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple looked up at her brother, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, so it's fine fer you ta treat me like a baby, but I can't take care of ya when ya do somethin' stupid an' get hurt?" She sniffed, and shoved the tissues into Mungo's hand before striding away, adjusting her shirt to make sure her bra wasn't showing.

Smirking, she looked over her shoulder at Mungo. "Oh, is the bra stuffing a bit too much fer you?" She giggled, rolling her eyes before turning back around. "So, where were we goin'?"

[Mungojerrie]

Mungo pouted childishly and stuck out his tongue as Rumple walked away. He mumbled a few things to himself while patting the tissue against his forehead.
"I don't see why ya girl's need ta stuff your bras. Us toms don't stuff anythin! Well... maybe Skimble, but thats a different story," he stated. He trotted ahead to catch up with his sister. "I told ya where we're goin! Weren't ya listenin ta me!?" he scowled.

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple threw a hand over her eyes, glancing back at Mungo. "Gee, thanks fer that mental image, Mungo. Gawd, Skimble... My poor mind..." She shook her head, before giggling. "Aw, don' cha know that toms stare at boobs more than gals check out the, uh, the 'package'. And I'm flat as a board." She gestured to her chest. "I need all the help I can get."

She shrugged, and turned back to walk away from her brother. "Aww, when do I evah listen to ya, anyways? Wasn't it something about pollicles or whatever?"

[Mungojerrie]

"Never. The answer is never. YA NEVA' LISTEN TA ME!" he said, throwing up his hands in defeat. "And, not that you'll listen ta this... but, if all the toms care 'bout is big bazoombas, then I don't think ya need to have any association with those part-ick-ya-lah individuals. I think ya look fine the way ya are." Then jokingly he added, "Look at me! I don't got none neither!" He patted at his chest. "We're the same! All the better for blamin things on you!"

[Rumpleteazer]

Rumple giggled. "I'm not sayin' all they care about is the boobage, it's just a nice asset." She snorted at Mungo's statements about them being the same. "Now, see, that would work bettah if ya was my height. But I'm a head shorter than you! How ya gonna work that out, huh?"

She shrugged, linking her arm with her brothers. "I'm glad ya think I look 'fine'. Makes me feel great bout myself..." She looked up at him, smiling impishly. "Soooo.... Where are we goin' again?"

[Mungojerrie]

"Ass-ets. Pah, who cares 'bout those eitha'? I don't," he said with a pout. He pondered Rumple's next statement for a moment before saying, "Well, maybe I could crouch down or somethin... And if we run away fast enough, maybe they won't be able ta tell."
Mungo, then realizing his mistake added, "I mean... not 'fine', but I mean, ya look nice! Downright beee-yoo-ti-ful. Ya could give Victoria a run for 'er money! That's 'ow nice ya look!" He laughed nervously, hoping his sister would be held over for awhile by his newest comment.
"We're gonna go rile up some pollicles!"