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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 28, 2013 3:44:01 GMT -8
Later that day...Micah slide into the apartment like Inspector Clouseau, looking around for signs of fluffy white invasion. He gave a heavy sniff, it smelt normal. He moved cautiously around checking everything, nothing was particularly out of place. There wasn't a wet patch insight, nothing looked broken. It was too fucking perfect. Alex had definitely cleaned up the place, which was normal. Too normal.
The animals cowered behind under the couch sensing the uninvited presence...
Oh god did Alex shut the white fluffy ball of disease and fleas in his room? Micah's mind reeled with the fucking horror. It was worse than Cornish.
He checked his bedroom, it resembled a war zone with clothes and crap strewn about the place. A sock had somehow found itself peculiarly hanging from the lightshade. New life forms were possibly stirring amongst the chaos.
It was just how he had left it.
That only left one place. The sacred chamber of morning stuff. The clear white room of privacy time. Corrupted. Fouled. Micah clenched his fist as he made his way there. Why hadn't they picked up biohazard suits yet?
He put his hand tentatively on the doorknob, should he open it. Was it like The Trap door? Was he opening Pandora's box? He took a breath opened the door slightly...
Nothing, just a dark emptiness.
Oh right, his eyes were fucking closed.
He squinted into the room. The creature stared back and so began a game of wills...
Who was the victor, only time will tell...well obviously not time itself being a metaphor and not a physical being capable of speech...
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Post by DKender on May 30, 2013 18:15:08 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2013 19:37:34 GMT -8
Micah wandered in a little while later hoping to be able to move the dog. Possibly to the roof or fuck forbid, in with the chooks. Could he do it this time or would his will crumble like before?"..."
Then he burst into laughter, the poor creature looked hilarious. How evil was alternate universe Alex? Even the demon who possessed him had more taste than that!
Focus Micah, focus.“What did you do? You didn't go near my fucking room, right? Poor little fucker... A tutu, seriously Alex? Give me at least one fucking reason why we need another pet? Couldn't Ash take it, he's into the the whole pet dressing shit.” He moved cautiously to the beast and put out a tentative hand to give it a pat. Damn little thing had won but that didn't mean Micah couldn't go down without a fight, right?
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Post by DKender on May 30, 2013 20:00:15 GMT -8
"Don't worry. I didn't touch your den of old socks and pointless chaos." Elliot wiggled happily and licked Micah's fingers."He's going to learn dog dance, so the tutu is legit - it's not just a silly costume, like Mr. Frisker's bowtie. So. Can we keep little Billy Elliot? I'll do ANYTHING. Pleeeease." " "
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2013 20:53:49 GMT -8
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Post by DKender on May 30, 2013 21:58:19 GMT -8
"Wow. Are you possessed by ALL my ex girlfriends right now? Guess they had a point. Sorry. I know that I'm a ..." his voice took on a Spanish accent "... self-centered, thoughtless fuck. And you're a saint for putting up with me. I know." He leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Elliot hopped to the floor and pranced around Micah's feet. "Man, I don't talk about magic because there's nothing to say. It's like trying to learn physics without a textbook. Or, uh, dunno. Something hard. Too hard for me. And Capitol Hill ... do you really want to get into that? I'm endangering people for a personal errand. The artifact gathering and scouting - you know that stuff's BS icing on the cake, right? I'm looking for my friend. That's it."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2013 22:17:04 GMT -8
"Woah! Sorry, mate. Maybe that came off a bit fucking harsh or something? I was just trying to bust your chops, of course the mutt can stay. You're not self-centred or selfish, you fuck. It's just... don't you think I'd wanna fucking help find your friend? You don't want me to come, it's fucking fine though. I'm sure I can find something else life-endangering to do, plenty around the shop. " Micah flopped onto an empty space in the couch, giving the grouchy Alex plenty of room.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 31, 2013 4:15:58 GMT -8
“Nah, you're fucking not. If you were thoughtless and self-centred you wouldn't be risking your life for a friend. Sure, I've never seen a dorm before. Were you part of fraternity or some shit? What was it like?” Micah grabbed a testy Snowball as it attempted to naw one of his laces. He gave it some unwanted patting to which it put up with, occasionally purring and occasionally nipping at his fingers. He hoped he didn't sound too curious about university. Culinary school totally fucking counted.
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Post by DKender on May 31, 2013 14:10:57 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 31, 2013 15:40:54 GMT -8
"Animal house? Sure I had a roomie, if it had been an actual fucking room. It was just big enough to move. My bunk mate was another Sous chef, Anthony, an old geezer in his fifties. He was okay. I had the top bunk at first but I kept fucking falling off in the night, so he let me take the bottom bunk. I still fell out most nights but the landing was less painful. So? Emiliano's just like you...Fuck! I mean... What are you going to do if you find him?"
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Post by DKender on May 31, 2013 17:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 31, 2013 23:12:47 GMT -8
"Or Emiliano could just move into the spare room we never use. Ugh, I haven't looked in there for ages, I hope it's still fucking there...Hahaha I'll just go write that little fucking idea in my imaginary diary, shall I? (Micah made some half-arsed stupid movements of writing with his finger.) ... Oh no I ran out of imaginary ink. Shit! So, are you going to go after Kat, now that she'll be around the shop?"
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Post by DKender on Jun 1, 2013 0:45:58 GMT -8
"HA! Nah. I like Kat too much to ruin our friendlationship. She tells funny jokes." Evidently, he remembered some, because Alex started laughing. He settled down after a bit."Oh, that was great. Hey, Micah. Thank you. Oh! So, I had this prophetic dream ..." He started describing it in great detail, and will continue to chat about inconsequential things until Micah either leaves, interrupts, or tells him to zip it.
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