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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 22:07:35 GMT -5
Quaxo held back laughter at Mungo's last words, oh God he really isn't making this any better... As he watched Munk's retreating form he turned to face Mungo, "so...that was, umm...kind of bad eh? Your friend sure was mad..."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 22:07:56 GMT -5
Mungo flinched at Munkustrap's angry yells. His ears were pinned back and his fur stood up. If there was an equivalent to a dog whistle for cat's... Munkustrap yelling might just be it. Jerrie looked over to Quaxo after Munkustrap had left. The calico looked a bit worried and embarrassed.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 22:11:10 GMT -5
Quaxo sat down again, if he hadn't dyed his fur you would see a blush on his face. He too was embarrassed, "is...is he gonna be OK?" He ran a hand through his hair, "I mean, I guess we were kind of..." he trailed off, "but still..."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 22:20:20 GMT -5
"I've never seen 'im that mad before...." Mungo stated, a very blank look on his face. He blinked a few times, still slightly in shock. "Should we like... get 'im a present or somethin?" he asked, not really sure about how to remedy such a situation. "Maybe we should, uh, start cleanin, yeah...lets do that..." he mumbled, reaching down and picking his shirt up off the floor. He slid it on and then looked around to make sure he wasn't missing any other articles of clothing. "By the way... I suppose ya want someplace ta sleep tonight... are you... accomodated?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 22:28:10 GMT -5
Quaxo stood up and began pulling the sheets off of the bed, "I don't know what to do...I...I guess I've kind of solidified my place as an outcast now..." He was feeling emotional, and for once he was sure it was only because of himself. He wanted to be liked, he thought that this was all going to be one big adventure, that Misto would allow him into his life with open arms. Instead he was that weird new cat who fainted for reasons unknown and fucked some other tom he barely knew.
He kept his back to Mungo to stop him seeing the tears welling up in his eyes, "I have a little place," Quaxo said, cursing his voice for wavering as he spoke.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 22:38:40 GMT -5
Mungo frowned, "Aaay, don't say that!" He slinked up behind Quaxo and wrapped his arms around the cat's wasit from behind. He rested his head down on the black cat's shoulder and muttered, "Yer not an outcast in my eyes. Ya always 'ave a place with me." He purred softly. He didn't want Quaxo to be sad. Even though he had just met the guy, he felt connected to him somehow, besides the sex. Quaxo was... special.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 22:49:09 GMT -5
Quaxo dropped the sheets as Mungo hugged him, his resolve breaking and tears flowing down his cheeks. God damn he cried a lot recently, but this was different, these tears were his, they belonged to no-one else. This was just Quaxo, him alone. "I am though," he sobbed, "my own brother doesn't even want me. Everyone thinks I'm up to no good; that I'm some kind of psycho or something." He turned around, hugging Mungo tight and burying his face into his shoulder. He felt like a kitten again, "nothing is turning out the way that it's supposed to."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 22:57:58 GMT -5
Mungo solemnly stroked Quaxo's head, "Shhh...shhhh.... its okay." He felt a bit out of place being the one to comfort tom. "Maybe ya don't need Misto. If he's bein a dick, then I say leave 'im. He'll realize sooner or later whot a treasure he's thrown away." Gah, this was so sappy and cheesy. Jerrie couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. "We can be outcasts togetha' then," he smiled sympathetically.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 23:05:08 GMT -5
Quaxo looked up at him with a tear streaked face, "you think I'm a treasure?" He hugged him tighter, "outcasts together," he repeated softly, "OK." He paused a second, "but the whole junkyard will know about you, are...are you sure you can handle that?"
He caught a glance of his bare arm, "I don't have a shirt to wear back out there...mine isn't really wearable right now."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 23:09:26 GMT -5
Mungo was a bit hesitant on the idea about the tribe knowing about his sexuality. Sure, he still loved queens, but toms too? He'd just have to suck it up and get it over his fear. "Y-yeah... I think I can 'andle it..." he mumbled, trying to put on a brave face. Hearing Quaxo's complaint of not having a shirt, Mungo pulled his own off almost immediately and handed it over.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 23:13:02 GMT -5
Quaxo shook his head, "you keep it. I'll pick up another one later, I'll be OK for a little while." He returned to the sheets bundling them up, and slinging them over his shoulder, "you can hardly even tell we were ever here."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 23:15:54 GMT -5
Mungo reluctantly put his shirt back on. "Munk's just got a stick up 'is arse or somethin..." he grumbled quietly. "Where does 'e expect us ta burn these things anyways?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 23:33:28 GMT -5
Quaxo shrugged, "I dunno, we could just commandeer them, clean them up and use them for ourselves or something."
"So," Quaxo said shyly, "does the offer of a place to sleep still stand?" He paused, "because, to be honest, it would be really nice to have someone to just...be there, you know?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 4, 2011 17:23:15 GMT -5
The thought of stealing Munk's sheets made Mungojerrie very happy. He chuckled lightly. Oh how he did love taking things that didn't belong to him. "Of course the offa' still stands!" he smiled, ruffling up Quaxo's crazy hair. "Course... Rumple 'n me live with our humans, but I'm positive they wouldn't notice ya. They can barely tell me 'n Rumple apart as is...." He laughed at the thought. It was true though. His owners were either rarely at home, or they just didn't pay any attention.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 4, 2011 18:05:08 GMT -5
"You have a family?" Quaxo said, slightly surprised. He didn't know why but he just automatically assumed that Mungo would be a resident of the junkyard. The thought reminded him slightly of his old family, they would have returned from their vacation recently; they probably just noticed he was gone. His face fell slightly, he'd given up everything he had for this, for his brother, for the adventure. He mentally slapped himself, he had been such an idiot.
He looked up at Mungo again, "are you sure?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 4, 2011 23:39:12 GMT -5
The calico nodded and smiled, "Yep, I've got a family. Pretty well off too, always somethin nice ta nab...." He sighed and shook his head lightly at Quaxo's question. "I'm sure if yer sure. I'm pretty certain that Rumps won't mind... and if she does, I don't care."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 4, 2011 23:49:02 GMT -5
Quaxo practically beamed, "I'd love to Mungo." He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Mungo's lips, "you know what. You're the best thing that's happened to me since I've been here, it's funny how things work out isn't it?" He winked at Mungo, "should we head out then? Make sure we're gone before Munkustrap comes back?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 4, 2011 23:58:05 GMT -5
Jerrie blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Aw, gosh... heh..." He really hoped that Rumple would be okay with the situation. He didn't like doing things without her input. But, maybe it was time to grow up and become less attached to her. "Yeah... I don't wanna be 'ere when Munk comes back.... 'opefully he'll calm down soon..."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 5, 2011 0:02:11 GMT -5
"Yeah," Quaxo said, "here's hoping..." He readjusted the sheets, "why don't we drop these off in my den before we head over to your place. Does that sound OK?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 5, 2011 0:14:04 GMT -5
"Sounds great!" Mungo beamed, giving a thumbs up to Quaxo. He then paused and lowered his hand, "Oh... um, we'll 'ave to walk across the junkyard won't we..." He was still incredibly nervous about confronting the other cats. He felt terrible about it, but he couldn't control his irrational fear.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 5, 2011 0:16:42 GMT -5
Quaxo offered Mungo his free hand, "we'll do it together." He laughed lightly, winking again and looking down at himself, "besides, at least you aren't shirtless with slightly sticky, matted fur on your chest."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 5, 2011 0:26:02 GMT -5
Mungo gratefully accepted Quaxo's hand. "Thanks," he smiled softly. He felt a little better with Quaxo there. "I 'ave no complaints about ya bein shirtless," he smirked.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 5, 2011 0:29:53 GMT -5
"I bet you don't," Quaxo said, sticking his tongue out at Mungo. "We'll just pit stop at my place, and then head to yours, yeah?"
"OK," Quaxo said taking a breath, "let's go shall we?"
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