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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 12, 2011 2:00:00 GMT -5
Mungo sat there silently. He was a bit amazed by his sister, and at a complete loss for words. Wow, she was mad, huh? He looked to Quaxo, "Should I go talk ta 'er?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 12, 2011 2:38:57 GMT -5
Quaxo's ears were still firmly pressed to his head as Mungo asked his question, "umm...I'm gonna go with no. Give her some time to cool off first I think, that might be for the best."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 12, 2011 15:03:00 GMT -5
He nodded, "Yeah... yer probably right." He let out a deep sigh and then fell backwards onto the cushions with a groan. "Man, I'm always gettin' inta trouble." He looked to Quaxo, "I mean, who is she ta think she's all 'igh n' mighty, huh?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 12, 2011 15:52:56 GMT -5
Quaxo rolled on top of Mungo, facing him, "I dunno, she's your sister, I guess she thinks that gives her the right to give you trouble whenever she wants." He smiled, "though to be fair, we both do kind of deserve to get in trouble for this one."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 12, 2011 17:08:08 GMT -5
Mungo rested his hands behind his head. "I suppose so..." He smirked, "Too bad we can't get in more trouble...." He stuck out his tongue playfully, "Or else Big Bad Rumple would kick us out."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 12, 2011 17:11:10 GMT -5
Quaxo smirked down at Mungo, "well, that's only if she catches us you know. We can get into trouble as much as we want, just so long as we don't actually get caught doing it."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 12, 2011 23:08:44 GMT -5
Jerrie chuckled and reached to kiss Quaxo lightly on the forehead. "I can be pretty sneaky..." he smiled. He ran his hands through the tom's hair. "Y'know... purple is my favorite color."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 12, 2011 23:13:17 GMT -5
Quaxo giggled down at Mungo, returning the kiss with one of his own, gently on his lips. "I'll bet you can pretty damn sneaky," he said, winking, "you'll have to show me sometime." He purred softly as Mungo ran his hands through his hair, "well, I'll be sure to keep it that way then."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 12, 2011 23:38:37 GMT -5
Mungo poked Quaxo in the nose with his pointer finger. "Heh, I 'ope so," he commented. He wrapped his arms around Quaxo's shoulders and then rolled over so he was on top. Leaning down he placed a peck on the black cat's cheek.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 12, 2011 23:41:59 GMT -5
"You like being on top," Quaxo said smirking up at Mungo, "so Mr. Mungo, tell me something I don't know about you."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 0:03:28 GMT -5
He stopped to think for a moment, "Hm... I dunno, I'm pretty transparent. 'N I'm not that interestin'." He genuinely couldn't think of anything even remotely interesting about himself. "Um... well... some people like scars I guess..." His 'M' brand was a touchy subject for him, but he felt comfortable enough with Quaxo to show it to him. "From uh, when me 'n Rumps worked for Macavity..." He sat up and reached to his right hip. He combed some of the fur out of the way to reveal the slightly raised scar in the shape of an 'M'.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 0:08:38 GMT -5
"Wow," he said, brushing his fingers over the mark, "that Macavity character sure doesn't play any games does he? That's pretty intense...kind of scary." He paused, "OK, something about me you don't know," he pulled out the picture of him and Misto again, "see if you notice something strange about this." He wondered if Mungo would put together that the white cat in the photo was Quaxo.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 0:16:11 GMT -5
"Well... hm... Misto doesn't look as much like a prick..." he examined. He continued looking over it. The white cat.... the eyes. He looked at the picture, and then to Quaxo, and then to the picture again. He placed his finger on the white cat and paused a moment. "She's 'ot."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 0:19:53 GMT -5
Quaxo threw his hands over his mouth, bursting into a fir of giggles.
"Mungo," he gasped, "that's great." He calmed himself down a little bit so he could speak properly, "that's me when I was a kit with Misto. They used to call me Ghost back then."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 0:37:01 GMT -5
The calico's jaw dropped. "Wow, really!? But, yer fur!" He was pretty amazed. "Ya look so different!"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 0:39:46 GMT -5
Quaxo nodded, "yeah, well I dyed it before I left home. I mean," he gestured to his hair, "you don't get naturally purple hair you know." He laughed, "yeah, I don't really like me with white fur exactly because I think it makes me look...well," his voice trailed off, "weak."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 1:02:53 GMT -5
Mungo tilted his head. "Really? Its just a color though, right? I mean... Vicky is white, and I wouldn't ever want ta cross 'er. She scares me a bit." He didn't bring up Fangor, he didn't want to. He was white as well though. Just the thought of that sicko made Jerrie naseous. In which he was feeling now. He blinked uncomfortably and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 1:05:38 GMT -5
"Well," Quaxo said, "maybe I'll let it grow out. Do you think I should?" He noticed Mungo's discomfort, "are you OK Mungo?" He ran a hand through the calico's hair, "you look...unwell."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 1:34:22 GMT -5
"I'm....f-fine... I just uh, I just thought of something, thats all..." he mumbled. "You should uh, keep it black... yeah..." He didn't know if he'd be able to handle seeing white fur all the time, especially on a male figure. Victoria being white was one thing, but another white tom? Mungo preferred not to think about it.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 1:38:48 GMT -5
Quaxo frowned, "Mungo, are you sure you're OK?" He nodded in response to Mungo's request though, "yeah, I figured I would." He was worried about Mungo, he didn't expect this reaction at all. He wished that the calico would tell him what was wrong, but he didn't want to push.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 2:08:05 GMT -5
"Yeah.... I'm okay..." he took a deep breath, "Its just... someone I used ta know... 'e 'ad white fur..." Shaking his head he tried to calm himself down. "Its okay, I'll probably neva' see 'im again."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 7:35:40 GMT -5
Quaxo brushed his hand over Mungo's scar again, "one of Macavity's?" He kissed Mungo softly, "if it makes you uncomfortable then you definitely don't have to worry. I'll be black furred, purple haired Quaxo forever."
Judging by Mungo's reaction, he sincerely hoped that Mungo never did see him again.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 16:42:10 GMT -5
Mungo nodded, "Yeah... 'e was one sick motha-fucker...." He sighed deeply and pulled Quaxo close. He gently stroked the tom's cheek and kissed him lightly. "Just promise me, if ya ever come in contact with Macavity's gang, just run. Don't try ta be an 'ero, just get the 'ell outta there." Closing his eyes for a moment, he brought a smile to his face. "Now, lets get offa that subject n' talk bout somethin' less morbid eh?"
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 18:54:18 GMT -5
"I promise," Quaxo said seriously, "and yes, lets talk about something else." He paused, "I dunno, what do you want to talk about?" He figured it would be safer to let Mungo choose the topic of conversation, that way he could be sure to avoid bringing up another bad subject.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 13, 2011 23:22:23 GMT -5
Mungo tapped his chin, thinking. "Hm, well, tell me more about yerself. I want ta know everythin about ya," he stated with a small grin. "Me, I'm 19 years old, I don't like vegetables, I'm a bit paranoid, my voice still crack sometimes, and uh... I'm not opposed ta wearin' women's clothin'." He blushed slightly and then added, "N' I can't see anyone eatin' bananas without gettin' excited, heh..."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 13, 2011 23:34:46 GMT -5
Quaxo laughed at Mungo's revelations, "bananas are pretty exciting," he teased.
"Well," he paused, "I'm 21, I used to live with a family in the next city over, I also really don't like vegetables, I think your accent is one of the most adorable things ever, I'm afraid of small enclosed spaces, I'm kind of insecure, I really like tight clothes, I'm really bad at keeping my nose out of other people's business, I can't decide if the thought of you dressed in women's clothing is funny or ridiculously arousing, and I have a very strong urge to eat a banana right now."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 14, 2011 1:54:53 GMT -5
"I 'ave an accent...?" Mungo questioned quietly. He really had never thought he talk differently... probably because he was around Rumple his whole life, and they both talked the same. He laughed nervously, "Haha, just talkin' about bananas is makin' me wanna ravage ya right now...."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 14, 2011 7:44:22 GMT -5
Quaxo laughed, "yeah," he said, putting on a cockney accent, "you do 'ave an accent."
He leaned in towards Mungo, kissing him once again. "Like I said," he responded, dropping the accent, "bananas are pretty exciting."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 14, 2011 16:55:20 GMT -5
"Indeed they are..." he murmured, lowering his eyelids and kissing Quaxo back.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 14, 2011 20:40:33 GMT -5
Quaxo purred, "hey Mungo, I've been thinking. I would really like for you to ravage me again, but," he placed another kiss on Mungo's cheek, "we've both had rather a busy day, and I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
He winked up at Mungo, "so what do you say we go out on our first date? Dinner, followed by a nice walk, followed by a night full of," he licked his lips slowly, and lowered his voice so the last word was a whisper, "ravaging."
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