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Post by kamaria on Apr 22, 2010 17:10:17 GMT -5
Kamaria sqirmed a little where she sat. Ugh, this was awkward. Why was it so awkward? Dammit.
"The weather and food? Really? This totally isn't awkward at all," she said, grinning teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 22, 2010 19:08:27 GMT -5
That was the breaker she needed. From her back, she gave a stretch, seemingly innocent, before again a hard poke in Kamaria's side, trying to get to the ticklish spot from before, maybe a bastardly thing to do, really, but... well...
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 22, 2010 21:09:53 GMT -5
"...Eh?" Munkustrap glanced between the two slightly confused, his ears tilting slightly. What was going on, now? Tickling...? Why?
Kitrina really did confuse him. He'd pretend to understand.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 23, 2010 5:49:39 GMT -5
Kamaria let out an involuntary squeak.
"Nooo, that's not fair!" she whined, squirming away from Kitrina's fingers.
Gee, this must look every so mature.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 11:08:23 GMT -5
"You should try it," Kitrina said, not quite able to look Munkustrap in the eye as she shifted, seeming to stop her assault. However, it seemed to break up the silence. And so, that was why she reasoned, she half-launched herself, somewhat lying over Munkustrap perpendicular to pin Kamaria down, fingers again continuing a relentless assault.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 12:46:32 GMT -5
Munkustrap's eyes widened, giving a startled grunt and staring down at her, looking to Kamaria quickly. Since when did he become a mat to play on? Okay that sounded... er... strange. But still. He didn't know either of them very well, so this was not what he'd been expecting.
"Uh..."
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Post by kamaria on Apr 23, 2010 13:50:21 GMT -5
"Ugh, Munk, if she's bothering you, tell her so, don't let her walk all over you," Kamaria managed, between squeaks and squeals.
Trying to get out from Kitrina's reach, Kamaria grumbled, although with a smile on her face.
"Why is it always me?"
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 13:53:24 GMT -5
"Because she doesn't want to tickle a tom and him get the wrong impression." Munkustrap said with a shrug without thinking about it first, raising an eyebrow at Kitrina, still a little confused.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 15:17:28 GMT -5
"Wait, what?!" The queen more suddenly squealed, losing her balance as she fell more directly in Munk's lap, face smacking Kamaria in the thigh. A groan was offered before she forced herself upright again. "I have no qualms tickling him! You just... you make funny expressions!" Flustered...
How was he able to do that to her?
And give him the wrong impression... he always had the wrong impression of her.
"See?"
And, maybe to prove a point, Kitrina flipped herself around to face Munk, knees straddling his waist with almost too much of an ease as one paw tried to shove him on his back, the other moving to his side, fingers wiggling in an attempt to find some sort of ticklish spot.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 23, 2010 15:47:42 GMT -5
Kamaria laughed at first, at Kitrina's flustered reaction, but her smile vanished when Kitrina was suddenly straddling Munkustrap.
What the hell?
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 20:57:27 GMT -5
Munkustrap let out a startled yell, his back hitting with a hard thud as he stared up at her in disbelief. He started laughing loudly, trying tok push her off, wriggling aorund underneath her.
"Stop it!" He pleaded, one paw shoving at her chest in an attempt to get hr off, unnoticed.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 21:47:47 GMT -5
Kitrina offered her own small squeal, one thought going to her head for a brief moment: why the fuck did she ever decide to stop wearing bras? But, rather than dwell on that, the very thin fabric a separator, or something else a bit more... dark... she shifted back, releasing the one paws that pushed him back to use two paws on his side, tail wrapping around one of his legs to try and hold him somewhat still though, incidentally, it brought her over the front of his trousers.
A gleeful smirk played on her lips. "Make me," she taunted. "Beg for it!"
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 21:58:16 GMT -5
The silver tabby gave a loud grunt before laughing harder, his sides aching. "Get off!" He somewhat pleaded between his laughs, trying to grab onto her waist to shove her off, his paws not wanting to grasp. He felt embarrassed, but didn't know what to do. He couldn't get her off, he was being tickled, and this was... awkward. Awkward.
Oh god let this end.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 22:10:52 GMT -5
"Not good enough, oh fearless leader!" she barely got out between peals of laughter, straining by that point to stay over him, Munkustrap's strength outdoing hers. Then again, she was the one tickling him and bringing him down, and maybe it wasn't such a problem to be essentially wrestling with him.
"You won't get anyone to fall under the great regime of the Great Guru Munkustrap!"
Another taunt, one accompanied by a stuck out tongue and wiggle.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 22:16:51 GMT -5
"Come on!" Munkustrap shouted, trying to sit up to get her off, tears in the corner of his eyes, looking up at her with weak, pained laughs.
"Get off, get off!" He repeated, grabbing her wrists in his hands tightly, panting loudly, his ears to the sides.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 22:25:35 GMT -5
Deciding to take mild pity on the other, she let her wrists get captured, fingers widespread as she looked down at him, her chest heaving as she still laughed, something heartier than a giggle, trying to catch her breath. "Wimp," she goaded, unable to quite get the strength to sit upright or pull off of him, waistband of her jeans digging into her skin.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 22:32:48 GMT -5
One last heavy breath was given before his breathing steadied somewhat, smoothing back his hair.
"You think you could get off?" He asked, sighing softly, looking up at her, finally releasing her wrists. "And I am not a wimp. You caught me off guard."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 23:03:47 GMT -5
The queen more suddenly seemed to process her location, their situation. The magneticism was gone, and things were quiet. She barely processed his words after the initial request to get off him.
A sense of shame hit her, mixing with embarrassment, as she quickly drew her leg over his side, keeping a good space between them, shoulders slightly rounded. "Heh..." A soft sound. A something. She knew she wasn't heavy, not even close, sometimes self-conscious about the lack of meat on her bones though since finding sanctuary with the Jellicles she'd been steadily gaining, but the idea of him not wanting it, of a tom not wanting her like that.
She'd straddled a few when Chris ran with Fangor, once even the albino fucker himself reluctantly and to many laughs and her tears.
Chris...
It was sick that she even found Munkustrap attractive. It'd been years since Chris... no. She couldn't move on. It wasn't right. She committed to him. All to him.
A pang of loneliness hit her as she wrapped her arms around her waist, gazing across the junkyard to where the horizon met Earth. I miss you.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 23:13:58 GMT -5
Munkustrap sat up, giving her a strange, curious look. She just suddenly clammed up, cut herself off. Did he do something wrong? He couldn't think of anything... being embarrassed was the reaction he expected. That's how he felt.
He smoothed down the legs of his pants slowly, adjusting his shirt, clearing his throat. He felt more awkward seeing Kamaria was there. How socially awkward could he get? This wasn't good. Worse, he had no clue of how to go about rectifying it.
"...Did I do something wrong?" He finally asked, looking to her somewhat sheepishly. She was hard to figure out... and that's really all he knew.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 23:28:33 GMT -5
"... I should let you guys be," she murmured, not looking away from that spot, tone not changing. It made no sense why she was left to live. Why it was her to survive. Fangor could have killed her in a heartbeat, as much as she'd hate to admit his strength. But he didn't.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 24, 2010 5:13:55 GMT -5
Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. Ohgodpleasestop.
Kamaria shifted in her seat, suddenly feeling very much like the third wheel on the wagon. Why was it that Kitrina could do such things with ease? It wasn't fair. Even worse, Munkustrap seemed to enjoy it. Dammit.
...or did he? He did look a little embarrassed. Good. Or, wait... Could he possibly be embarrassed because he was enjoying it more than he wanted to let on?
Fuck.
She hated this. This was not the way things went in her daydreams. Kamaria folded in on herself, crossing her arms over her stomach, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her little pudge. Of course he found Kitrina far more attractive. She was beautiful, whereas Kamaria was just... average. Who the hell wants average?
She looked up in surprise when Kitrina suddenly clammed up, though. What on earth had just happened?
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 24, 2010 10:26:04 GMT -5
Munkustrap sat, looking troubled. Perhaps he simply shouldn't have intruded. After a pause, he pulled himself to his feet slowly, clearing his throat.
"I'll just leave you two ladies alone then." He gave them a nod before finally turning to leave, his ears presed to the sides. This wasn't supposed to happen... oh well...
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Post by kamaria on Apr 24, 2010 10:33:54 GMT -5
Leave? Kamaria wilted a little.
"Please don't," she said quietly, pitifully, and slid off the bonnet of the car, taking a hesitant step towards Munkustrap.
Oh god, what was she doing? He clearly didn't want to be around the two queens, but Kamaria craved his company. She desperately wished for him to warm up towards her.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 24, 2010 17:32:45 GMT -5
A glance was given to Kamaria, then Munkustrap as her attention pulled from the horizon. "She's right," she said after a moment's deliberation. "You should spend some time with her. She's pretty. And nice."
Kitrina scooted off the car then, hands shoving in the pockets of her jeans as she started to walk the other direction. That was right. Feel pain. She deserved to feel pain.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 24, 2010 17:44:25 GMT -5
Wait, what? Kamaria stared at Kitrina.
"Wh-"
She had no words. Why was Kitrina suddenly backing off?
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Post by Plato on Apr 25, 2010 9:25:08 GMT -5
"DUDE!!!!"
Plato proclaimed, voice resonating over the Junkyard as he strutted toward their group, sidestepping around Kitrina. "Dude, SO not cool you're already stealing my hypocritical girlfriend!" Hypocritical sounded like hypothetical; valiant effort. Not seeming to notice the tension, nor feeling the urge to lower his voice, he stood in front of Munkustrap and Kamaria. "God, she's such a bitch," he said, in reference to the departing queen though soon the thought was out of mind, thumbs hooked in his belt, a stance given more like Tugger.
After all, he had to pick up his idol's mannerisms!
"So, what's up?"
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 25, 2010 15:36:46 GMT -5
A loud groan was given and Munkustrap rubbed a paw down his eyes, eyes heavward, shaking his head.
"I'm not exactly in the mood to deal with you, Plato." The silver tabby replied, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. He had no clue of what to do in this situation. Ugh. He really just wanted to stretch out somewhere, maybe take a good nap...
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Post by kamaria on Apr 25, 2010 15:56:55 GMT -5
Kamaria spluttered.
"Since when am I your girlfriend?! I must've missed that memo," she grumbled, staring at Plato with a raised eyebrow.
Perfect timing, doofus.
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Post by Plato on Apr 25, 2010 20:34:54 GMT -5
"I didn't say girlfriend, though I wish! I said 'hypocritical girlfriend'," Plato tried to emphasize, again not realizing the misused word, not knowing the difference, really. A whine was offered then as he pouted at Munkustrap. "What's got your boxers in a bunch? I mean, man, you should be thrilled your company's hot. Usually I get stuck with Alonzo. And Victor. And Admetus. Too much sausage, really."
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 26, 2010 13:20:47 GMT -5
Munkustrap's paw came up and slowly but firmly rubbed at his temple, his eyebrows knit together. He could feel the headache starting already. He didn't know where exactly things went wrong with this particular tom, but things had gone wrong nonetheless... oi.
"I'm not in a particularly social mood." Munk said somewhat bitterly, shaking his head.
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