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Post by kamaria on Apr 26, 2010 13:41:33 GMT -5
Kamaria felt like she was three inches tall. Munkus really had no interest in her whatsoever. And Plato would screw anything of the female persuasion, so him calling her hot probably didn't mean anything.
She slumped against the car.
"Why did you join us in the first place, then, if you had no interest in being social with us?"
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Post by Plato on Apr 26, 2010 14:30:49 GMT -5
Plato blinked at the duo. "... I'm getting the feeling I'm not really wanted here." Another blink. "Why's that? I'm totally rad to hang out with. I mean, I'm awesome first of all. And I'm hot. And I'm funny. And eh... why so serious?"
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Post by kamaria on Apr 26, 2010 14:43:20 GMT -5
Kamaria felt a twang of guilt. She did consider Plato a friend, at least. She walked over to him and gave him a hug. Hopefully that wasn't a bad idea. Ah well, worth the risk.
"Sorry, hon. I'm just having a bad day, I guess. Not sure what Munk's problem is, though," she said, looking at the grey tom. He was a hard nut to crack, that's for sure.
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Post by Plato on Apr 26, 2010 14:47:58 GMT -5
WAIT!!!
HE GOT A HUG?!?!?!
OH HELL, YES!
The biggest, and somewhat dopiest, grin came to his face as he squeezed back, simply beaming. This was just... this was fantastic! Words couldn't describe the enthusiasm he felt at this sort of acknowledgment. Just... understatement. He was on cloud nine. He was just awesome.
"Well fear not, for Plato is here."
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Post by kamaria on Apr 26, 2010 14:55:40 GMT -5
Kamaria couldn't help but laugh. Plato's grin was infectious. She was also very proud of him for not copping a grope. Good boy.
"Here to save the day, eh?"
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Post by Plato on Apr 26, 2010 15:22:24 GMT -5
"Of course, babe, absolutely of course. The cure for boredom and sadness is Plato. ... the cure for everything kinda is Plato, too, but especially now. And I'm by far the hug master. Munk's hugs probably can't beat mine. Hee."
So much for him having an instance of self-doubt.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 26, 2010 22:06:58 GMT -5
Bombalurina liked to make an entrance.
It didn't help that she was bright red, stacked, and dressed in black leather. Black leather leggings, black leather jacket. Black tank top. Black heeled boots. Everything sticking tight to her curvaceous body. At any time in any company, she oozed sexuality. It was often annoying, but Bom lived in a state of blissful ignorance of this fact.
"Hellooooo Jellicles," she purred, slinking her way over the hood of an abandoned car, taking measured, modelesque steps. "Having a party I wasn't invited to?" She pretended to pout. If Bom was anything, she was ever the drama queen.
(OOC; WHO BE CRASHIN' UR THREAD? BOMBSHELL BE CRASHIN' UR THREAD)
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Post by Plato on Apr 28, 2010 8:56:13 GMT -5
"Baby, you're invited wherever I am," Plato purred, eyes lighting up when he saw the queen though he didn't let Kamaria go. That'd be just rude, and Kamaria was cute, and he totally had a better chance of getting a girlfriend with her than Bombalurina. He still didn't know what the big issue was with why the Bomb kept refusing to sleep with him, or even show him her tits; he'd been generous enough to even offer to show his dick in exchange! That seemed like a fair trade to him!
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Post by kamaria on Apr 28, 2010 10:01:33 GMT -5
Kamaria was surprised Plato was still hanging onto her. Hopefully he wasn't getting the wrong idea, although he probably was. But it felt so good being held, she didn't care.
And yet, even though she had no interest in Plato besides friendship, she felt a pang of jealousy when Bombalurina showed up. Everybody fancies Bombalurina, whether or not they're willing to admit it. Heck, Kamaria thought she was pretty hot, too.
Trying to swallow her sadness, though, Kamaria put on a smile for the red queen.
"Hullo, Bombalurina. Wouldn't really call this a party. Munkustrap is in a bad mood, Kitrina walked off with a raincloud over her head... Happy days."
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 14:47:27 GMT -5
Bombalurina narrowed her eyes at Plato, who seemed to have attached himself to Kamaria. "In your dreams, hun," she purred condescendingly, settling herself onto a busted stool that worked as a seat. Flicking her thick tail back and forth, she stared up at Kamaria. She didn't sound particularly chipper.
"Well that sucks. Luckily you have the Bombshell to bring the par-tay." Bombalurina actually had no "par-tay", or the right to talk about herself in the third person, but she was just in that kind of mood. "Kitrina split? Why?"
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Post by kamaria on Apr 28, 2010 15:29:12 GMT -5
Kamaria shrugged.
"I don't know. We were just goofing off, she figured out how ticklish I am and was highly amused. Munkustrap was being all awkward, so Kitrina launched a tickle-attack on him, to try to lighten the mood. She, well, she pretty much climbed on top of him, straddling him while she tickled, and, I don't know, maybe it made him uncomfortable or something. Anyway he fought her off, and then she just... Shut down. I'm not sure what happened. She stormed off before I could get to her," she said. She had a tendency to ramble if she started explaining while upset.
She eyed Munkustrap. She still hadn't figured out why he was such a grumpy ass in the first place.
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Post by Plato on Apr 28, 2010 16:50:11 GMT -5
Plato cocked his head to the side as he looked at Munkustrap. "Yeah, I wouldn't want her either. She's like the queen bitch." The idea that said departure was more the issue wasn't even a consideration for Plato, who now was looking back and forth from Kamaria to Bombalurina and envisioning a sandwich with himself in the middle. Oooh yeah.
"So Munk, what say we all team up and go out together? I can be generous!"
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 18:40:58 GMT -5
Bombalurina felt her hackles rise, and her eyes flared up. She did not appreciate a friend of hers being ragged on, even by an world-class tool like Plato. She stood up, pacing over to Plato and placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet her scathing gaze.
"Plato, baby, you can't really afford to be choosy when it comes to Queens." Her purr was vicious, and she dug her claw briefly into the soft skin under his chin. "And believe me, you haven't met the Queen Bitch." She drew her hand away to point at herself, implying that the Bombshell was queen of the bitches. And she could be, if you got her riled up enough.
Turning her attention to Munkustrap, she folded her arms. "You have a hot queen all over you and you clam up, Oh Fearless Leader? What does that say about you?"
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