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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 8, 2011 2:01:54 GMT -5
"Well...Rumple might 'ave 'elped alittle.... she 'as 'er own stash though," he laughed, rubbing the back of his head. He then dived onto the pillows, causing them to make a little, 'poof' sound as he did so. "Feel free ta take anything ya like from there. I don't really 'ave any use for it, I just like the thrill of takin it."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 8, 2011 2:08:14 GMT -5
"Really?" Quaxo asked happily, his tail swishing like a kitten, "I like this," he held up the chain. "Here," he said, pouncing on Mungo, and settling himself with his back to the calico's chest, "help me put it on, I'll wear it and it'll remind me of the day we met." Wow, that was corny, but true all the same, regardless of what happened after this, he would always remember this day.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 8, 2011 2:12:44 GMT -5
Mungo smiled and obeyed. He grabbed the back of the chain and fumbled a bit with the little hook before finally figuring it out. He latched the two ends together and let the chain fall into place. "There ya go!" he beamed, feeling quite proud of his accomplishment... even if it was only hooking a simple chain. "It stands out nice against yer fur."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 8, 2011 2:18:51 GMT -5
Quaxo grinned, turning around to face Mungo, "it looks OK then, not too gaudy?" he said jokingly. He collapsed next to his, now roommate and propped himself up on an elbow, "this is just great" he sighed, comfortable, and feeling truly at home for the first time in what felt like a very long time.
"So," he said, "is there anything you wanted to ask me, or know about me, or...you know, anything like that?" He wanted to tell Mungo about his life, and wanted to hear his in return; the trust between the two was strange but amazing to him. Quaxo would not, and could not question it.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 8, 2011 2:22:04 GMT -5
"Well, one thing thats been on my mind... 'ow did ya come ta find this place anyway, I mean, 'ow did ya know that Misto was 'ere?" he asked in all seriousness, "And... 'ow is it that ya both 'ave... 'powers'?" He was quite curious about that. He never did know how Mistoffelees came to have powers, maybe Quaxo could tell him the answer.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 8, 2011 2:29:21 GMT -5
Quaxo nodded at the questions, "basically how I found Misto really came down to luck. I asked around, showed a picture of us when we were kits," he procured the picture, not realizing that the white cat there would hardly be recognizable as himself. "Misto's fur pattern is pretty unique and I just happened to stumble on a couple of cats who seemed to know where he was." He paused, "I just sort of assumed and hoped that he'd still be in the city, since that was where I had last seen him."
"As for the powers thing," he said, "I really wish that I knew. I never really knew my parents, except when I was very young, so I'm not sure if they also had them or if it's just something that happened to the two of us for some reason." He gave a small smile, "maybe someday I'll figure it out," he placed a hand on Mungo's chest, "if I do, you'll be the first to know."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 8, 2011 6:23:29 GMT -5
Rumple could never fall asleep when she wasn't really sure where Mungo was. She had gone home earlier today, assured that Mungo would follow her home soon enough. But he hadn't, not when she expected him to, at least. Lost and worried, she wandered around the house, trying to keep an eye on the backyard. Since the humans were gone, the house was way too quiet. It made her anxious.
She had gotten distracted by a pile of shiny silver knight figures on the floor of one of the boy's rooms. Shiny, sparkly things always caught her attention. By the time she resumed her anxious rounds, she heard voices down in Mungo's layer. Rumple trotted down to the compartment under the stairs, not bothering to think that if there were voices, there must be someone else there.
"Mungo?" she called, a few feet from the layer. "Are ya home? I was worried.... about ya...." She trailed off, staring at Quaxo and her brother in confusion. "Uh..." Rumple trailed off again, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. What the hell happened there?
[[OOC: Right, humans gone. Didn't read carefully enough, so edited. Oops.]]
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 8, 2011 17:15:23 GMT -5
Mungo's eyes darted over to look at Rumpleteazer. He had no idea she was even home! What a sneaky one she was. "O-oh! Rumple! I uh... didn't know that ya were 'ome. I um... er... This is Quaxo!" he awkwardly motioned to the tom at his side, "Though, um, I'm sure ya know that already so.... yep..." Usually he was completely at ease around his sister. He always felt more comfortable with her around; until now. Maybe it was the fact that Quaxo was there. Maybe he was just nervous about her finding out what happened. "Sooo... 'ave ya been 'ere all day?" he asked. Perhaps she wasn't aware yet of the... incident at Munkustrap's den.
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 8, 2011 18:51:00 GMT -5
Rumple nodded. "Yeah, we've met. Right when 'e got ta the junkyard, actually." She frowned at her brother's discomfort, shrugging at his question. "There wasn't much ta do at the junkyard, so I came home early, around.... four? Four-ish, maybe. I thought ya'd be home earlier, actually, or I'da gone ta sleep already."
"Sorry I didn't tell ya I was leavin', I couldn't find ya...." Rumple crossed her arms, shifting her weight awkwardly. "Um.... Why is he here?"
Subtlety was not Rumpleteazer's strong point.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 8, 2011 22:43:39 GMT -5
"Well..." he started, "Quaxo is gonna be stayin with us." It was better to just get to the point rather than dance around it. "And I don't care what ya say, he's 'ere ta stay."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 9, 2011 0:34:51 GMT -5
Quaxo looked up at Rumple as she entered, even though he had been expecting to see her sooner rather than later, she still made him feel nervous. He sat up, removing his hand from Mungo's chest and sitting beside him instead. Best to let he and his sister work this out, he would keep his tongue.
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 9, 2011 10:28:40 GMT -5
"Okaaay...." Rumple raised an eyebrow. She had to restrain herself from adding something snarky. What was up with Mungo? He hardly ever did anything without asking her. "Um, won't the family notice a new cat? I mean, 'e don't even look like us."
She shook her head and waved her hand vaguely. "Anyway. Why is 'e 'ere, insteada at the Junkyard? With Misto? 'Is brothah?" Had something happened between when she helped Quaxo find Misto and now? It was awkward, sure, but she thought they would get along great. Something must have happened.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 9, 2011 14:47:54 GMT -5
Mungo scoffed, "Hah, they barely notice that we're 'ere. I doubt that some black 'airs on the carpet will sound the alarm. " He then shrugged and continued, "'Sides, with the cat door bein' left open all the time, whot da they expect?" The tom crossed his arms over his chest and 'humphed' loudly, "Misto basically sent 'im away! It was like 'e didn't want nothin' ta do with Quaxo." Jerrie reached over and placed his hand atop Quaxo's spiky purple head protectively. "He's stayin', and thats that."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 9, 2011 17:26:14 GMT -5
Quaxo did his best to smile up at Mungo's twin, she seemed a bit iffy about him being there, which to be honest was probably fair. As Mungo touched him, however, he felt a bit better about the whole thing.
"Umm," he said, "I really don't have much there at that junkyard. It's like Mungo said, Misto along with most everyone else there seems to think I'm an untrustworthy freak." He smiled at Mungo, "but your brother and I..." he paused, this perhaps an omission of the truth at this point would be better, "we really got on, from the second we met and he invited me to stay with you." He looked back up to Teazer, "I understand if you're not comfortable with this, but I really hope that you are. I...well, I don't really have anywhere else to go."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 9, 2011 18:09:37 GMT -5
Rumple crossed her arms impatiently. "But why? Why wouldn't they trust ya? Hell, they trust me and Jerrie, even though they got a whole lot more reasons ta kick us ta the curb, but why don' they trust you? What 'ave ya done in just... what, 'ow long 'ave ya been here? Not that long."
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Damn it, now she was feeling bad about questioning little homeless Quaxo so much. But when had Mungo met him? Today? And Quaxo was already moving in? Damn straight she was apprehensive. "The Jellicles are somea the nicest cats I've evah met. They trust just about everyone. Why don't they trust ya?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 9, 2011 19:08:47 GMT -5
Quaxo cringed a little bit at Teazer's questions, well that certainly didn't make him feel any better about himself.
His ears pressed back into his head, as he answered, "because I have that...power, and I can't turn it off. It makes it so that I always feel what other people feel, and when there are particularly strong emotions it makes me feel them more than me. Sometimes it's just too much, and I pass out. It makes the other cats nervous, I guess...I feel others in pain and I want to help, but they don't want to talk to me, but I...I just can't leave them to suffer alone."
He took a deep breath but continued, determined to get the whole story out, "some cat was about to beat on Misto because he called him stupid or something. I stood up to him, and he stormed off, but all the stress and emotions were getting to be too much for me, so I passed out. Mungo helped Munkustrap take me to his den, and when I woke up we talked, then Munk left, and Mungo and I...talked. We got on, so when Munk told us to leave, Mungo invited me here."
It was Mungo's prerogative to tell Teazer about what had happened between them beyond what Quaxo had said. He had promised Mungo that he wouldn't tell anyone, and he would keep that promise.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 10, 2011 0:40:37 GMT -5
Mungo looked back and forth between his sister and Quaxo. He was at a loss for words. Did Rumple really have such a big problem with the situation? He had thought she wouldn't care! Shows how much he actually knew his sister... "Yeah! Its just like 'ow 'e said! Just ask anyone!" he paused, "Er... don't ask Munkustrap though... Yeah, anyone but 'im." Well, if that wasn't suspicious enough... Maybe he should't have said anything. Usually when he stayed quiet things went better. It was when he opened his mouth that all hell broke loose.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 10, 2011 1:39:54 GMT -5
Quaxo very nearly burst out into laughter. God Mungo, you really do know how to put your foot in your mouth don't you? He managed to stay quiet, if just barely, he had a feeling that Teazer wasn't going to give up on this until she found out what they were hiding. He sort of hoped Mungo would just tell her, Quaxo had a feeling that she would much rather hear it from her brother than some random cat at the junkyard.
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 10, 2011 9:26:39 GMT -5
Rumple's face softened slightly, and she looked down as she muttered, "Oh. Well, I'm sorry. That sucks...." Great, now she felt like a bitch for being cautious about Mungo bringing this strange cat into their house when he had nowhere to go. She would never be able to cope with Quaxo's power. Even dealing with her own emotions made her uncomfortable.
She glanced up at Mungo's comment and her brow furrowed. "Now, why shouldn't I ask Munkustrap?" She knew her brother was hiding something. You don't spend 19 years with someone without being able to tell when they weren't being honest with you. That was half the reason she was being so insistent on questioning Mungo and Quaxo.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 10, 2011 12:01:27 GMT -5
"Uuuh... Munk's in one'uh them bad moods today," Jerrie tried to explain, "And uh... ya know 'ow 'e can get. Soooo...yeah. Don't talk ta 'im." His eyes darted around nervously. Well, atleast he wasn't lying. Munkustrap WAS in a bad mood.
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 10, 2011 12:45:17 GMT -5
Rumple raised a eyebrow. "Munk's always a grouch." She crossed her arms, drumming her fingers impatiently "What's up with ya, Jerrie? What're ya hiding?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 10, 2011 14:17:36 GMT -5
Quaxo bit his lip, grabbing Mungo's hand and looking at him. "You should tell her, she'll hear about it anyways, and I'm sure she'd rather hear it from you." He squeezed his hand, trying his best to be encouraging, and looked back to Teazer, smiling and relieved that she didn't seem like she was about to kick him out.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 10, 2011 15:27:21 GMT -5
Mungo looked down and took a deep breath. Looking back up, he turned to Quaxo and nodded. Then turning to Rumple he opened his mouth to speak. He hesitated and looked back to Quaxo for reassurance before continuing. "Um... well... ya see... Quaxo 'n me, we uh... We sorta 'ad sex."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 10, 2011 17:24:40 GMT -5
Rumple tilted her head. "You... you like guys?" Huh. Never would have guessed that. Of course, Mungo being all affectionate with Quaxo should have given her a hint, but hindsight is clearer.... or something like that.
She shrugged. "Whatever. S'long as yer happy." Mungo was her twin brother, the one cat she was closest to and probably couldn't live without. She certainly wasn't going to disown him for a silly little thing like his sexuality. So he liked guys. So did she. He was still her brother, and she'd love him no matter what. After a moment, her brow furrowed, this time in confusion. "Why would that get Munk's tail in a knot?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 10, 2011 17:50:05 GMT -5
"Umm," Quaxo said awkwardly. Maybe he should field this one, since it was kind of him initiating the whole thing, "that would probably be because," he breathed, speaking very quickly, "wemighthavehadsexinhisdenwhilehewasn'tthere..."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 10, 2011 21:21:31 GMT -5
"What?" Rumple almost didn't catch what Quaxo said, her brow furrowing in concentration. "You... did that.... in Munk's den? In Munkustrap's den?" She gazed past them for a moment, trying to process it.
Her gaze suddenly snapped to Mungo, and she reached over to smack the back of his head. "What is wrong with ya two? Ya couldn't wait until ya were somewhere else, anywhere else! In Munk's den! God, did 'e find ya two? 'E musta blown a gasket, ya probably gave 'im a heart attack! How can ya be so stupid?" God, she thought Mungo had more sense than that. Idiot.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 10, 2011 21:31:17 GMT -5
The wrath of Rumpleteazer was something Mungo was fairly familiar with, though the stinging at the back of his head would say differently. He held his hands out in front of him, trying to calm the Pearly Beast. "It just 'appened! When the moment is right its just... yknow, its right!" he explained while waving his arms about, "Its not like you wouldn't 'ave done the same given the situation! Just think if uh..." Who did the girls like again? Oh yeah. "What if you 'n Tugger 'ad been in the same situation! Would ya 'ave waited!?"
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 10, 2011 22:11:02 GMT -5
"No, I wouldn't 'ave done what you did! Frankly, it's just rude ta 'ave sex in someone else's den! It's disgustin'!" Rumple crossed her arms, glaring at Mungo. "No, even if it was Tugger, I would not 'ave sex in Munkustrap's, or anyone else's, den, but mine or Tugger's!" She smacked Mungo's head again for good measure.
She shook her head, turning to leave. "God, that's just gross. Show some restraint. I don't care if ya like toms, but Everlastin' Cat. Sex in Munk's den. What is wrong with ya?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 10, 2011 22:22:41 GMT -5
Quaxo's ears pressed into his head bowed his head before speaking, "well...it wasn't entirely his fault. I kind of...well, I started it, and Mungo wanted to stop at one point and I kind of egged him on, but it was right and we kind of forgot where we were and things happened and...yeah..."
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Jun 11, 2011 22:01:13 GMT -5
"Seriously? Gawd.... Botha ya stop talkin', yer not 'elpin'." Rumple glanced over her shoulder, mildly disgusted. "Look, you can stay Quaxo, but if I walk in on you two havin' sex, evah, yer both outa here." She shuddered, desperately trying to put any vague image of her brother having sex out of her mind permanently.
"I'm goin' ta bed. My room is the guest bedroom closet, upstairs. No one uses it. If ya even think about 'avin' sex in my room, Munk'll look downright cheerful. G'night." Shaking her head, Rumple turned on her heel and marched out of the room. God. She needed brain bleach or something.
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