Mine and Aff's word challenge #6
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Children. Bloody children. There was 'exploring' and then there was just frustrating. The fact that he had spent the entire afternoon chasing after a 2 year old determined to put anything other than a plug in every plug socket in the apartment; even ones that Kay didn't know existed. Once again scooping her up from the floor, taking the pencil from her she had been trying to force into the device before she did some damage with it, he couldn't understand how Juliet did it.
If she were to tell her no, she wouldn't do it. But apparently him telling his daughter no was cue for a girlish giggle, a smack in the face or a good old hair pull and for her to do it again two minutes later. This time? The smack in the face. And thats why he had taken the pencil off of her so she didn't get him in the eye with it. With an attempt at a stern 'no' he placed the two year old down in the middle of the room, giving her a plush toy to try and distract her while he went to the bathroom. Surely she couldn't do anything in the brief period it took him to take a leak.
Wrong. Returning, Danae had in hand the metal pen Kay had been using to try and fill out some paperwork and was deciding that not only did she want to make that work like the TV did when it was plugged in, but that the area around the plug was boring and needed sprucing up with some artistic scribbles. Great, just great. She was going to kill herself and ruin the house at the same time. "I swear to god, Danae..." Mumbling, tattooed arms once again lifted the girl before she did any damage, narrowly avoiding a pen up the nose before she threw it, those fingers clamping down around strands of hair fiercely.
With a rather defeated sigh, sitting down on the sofa with the toddler attached to his head kay admitted he didn't think that raising a child would be easy; hence why he had never planned to be a father, but this was just taking the piss. And the joys of it all? He had this for another two days. Never again was he going to let his wife go away with work for more than a day, not if he didn't want to be driven towards an early grave.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Shadow
Mine and Aff's word challenge #5
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There was a figure, looming, creeping about in the shadows away from all of those who could see it. A strange footfall noise was the only indication that the figure was there; it was like to regular footstep. It sounded more like a horse, a muffled 'clip.... clop' as the tall creature moved further. There was a flutter of wings, a light chirp that ended almost as soon as it started with a loud smack followed by the crunching of tiny bones. "Shut the fuck up."
That was hardly a threatening voice... nor was it terribly threatening one in fact if anything it sounded slightly inebriated. Stumbling out from the shadowed alleyway onto an equally shady street; the sort you'd expect to see prostitutes and drug dealers if anyone, the almost 7 foot tall figure crumpled against a wall, clip-clopping as shimmering silver hooves tried to keep him stable. What was he supposed to be doing? Oh yeah... death and destruction and all that jazz. Just his luck he had gotten distracted by a group of blaitanly underage kids who had been smoking god-knows-what, thinking he was a figment of their imagination. What did he care though? They had booze and lots of it and yes, he would help himself thankyou very much.
Possibly not his best game plan when he was supposed to be working.
Straightening himself up, fingers shaped to a fine point running through the white and black tipped hair in the hopes of making himself look slightly more presentable he remembered where it was he was supposed to be going and who was intended to meet their maker. He had managed to unwrap a rather unwelcome piece of vine that had wrapped itself around one of the large curved horns and stumbled his way back into the shadows. Oh of only it was that easy. With a rather loud crash accompanied by a far from discreet 'bloody hell', after plenty of falling over his own legs trying to get back up the deathbringer only seemed to be bringing misfortune to himself.
Ten steps he made until he felt a horrible sensation. and looking down he saw the outline of the bird, previously crushed against the wall, lying lifeless and rather worse for wear half beneath a hoove. "Oh no..." That would leave a mark if he didn't clean it... and goddammit he would have nothing marring his beautiful hooves. Lowering himself to the ground, leg bent precariously the normally intimidating figure made to rather clumsily cleaning the blood and feathers away until he was faced with a once again shimmering surface. That was a close call and there was no doubt that the concentration he just had to exert wore him out quite a bit. He could hardly even stand unaided so how in hell he managed to clean himself was a near miracle. Stand. Oh lord he was supposed to do that again now.
"Fuck it..." With those words legs stretched out, meeting the other side of the alleyway easily and before even a second had passed he was gone. Unconscious, slumped against the wall whoever was on his list for the evening could wait for he had more important things to do right now, such as sleep his way to the hangover waiting for him just around the corner.
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There was a figure, looming, creeping about in the shadows away from all of those who could see it. A strange footfall noise was the only indication that the figure was there; it was like to regular footstep. It sounded more like a horse, a muffled 'clip.... clop' as the tall creature moved further. There was a flutter of wings, a light chirp that ended almost as soon as it started with a loud smack followed by the crunching of tiny bones. "Shut the fuck up."
That was hardly a threatening voice... nor was it terribly threatening one in fact if anything it sounded slightly inebriated. Stumbling out from the shadowed alleyway onto an equally shady street; the sort you'd expect to see prostitutes and drug dealers if anyone, the almost 7 foot tall figure crumpled against a wall, clip-clopping as shimmering silver hooves tried to keep him stable. What was he supposed to be doing? Oh yeah... death and destruction and all that jazz. Just his luck he had gotten distracted by a group of blaitanly underage kids who had been smoking god-knows-what, thinking he was a figment of their imagination. What did he care though? They had booze and lots of it and yes, he would help himself thankyou very much.
Possibly not his best game plan when he was supposed to be working.
Straightening himself up, fingers shaped to a fine point running through the white and black tipped hair in the hopes of making himself look slightly more presentable he remembered where it was he was supposed to be going and who was intended to meet their maker. He had managed to unwrap a rather unwelcome piece of vine that had wrapped itself around one of the large curved horns and stumbled his way back into the shadows. Oh of only it was that easy. With a rather loud crash accompanied by a far from discreet 'bloody hell', after plenty of falling over his own legs trying to get back up the deathbringer only seemed to be bringing misfortune to himself.
Ten steps he made until he felt a horrible sensation. and looking down he saw the outline of the bird, previously crushed against the wall, lying lifeless and rather worse for wear half beneath a hoove. "Oh no..." That would leave a mark if he didn't clean it... and goddammit he would have nothing marring his beautiful hooves. Lowering himself to the ground, leg bent precariously the normally intimidating figure made to rather clumsily cleaning the blood and feathers away until he was faced with a once again shimmering surface. That was a close call and there was no doubt that the concentration he just had to exert wore him out quite a bit. He could hardly even stand unaided so how in hell he managed to clean himself was a near miracle. Stand. Oh lord he was supposed to do that again now.
"Fuck it..." With those words legs stretched out, meeting the other side of the alleyway easily and before even a second had passed he was gone. Unconscious, slumped against the wall whoever was on his list for the evening could wait for he had more important things to do right now, such as sleep his way to the hangover waiting for him just around the corner.
Blob
Mine and Aff's word challenge #4
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Morgan simply couldn't be trusted to do anything! As longs legs carried the male down the corridor he couldn't help but scowl at the knowledge that his husband was too busy fussing over his sister so much he wouldn't leave the room, leaving him, the father of the child being born to go and get her ice chips. It was his fault she wanted them, it was his fault her water broke at 3 in the morning. Everything was his fault as both Tetsu and Phee frequently reminded him.
In all honesty it seemed to work out for the best. She may have been doing the biggest favour in the world in carrying a child for him, but (and especially not at this time in the morning) he really didn't care to hear about how many centimetre's she had dilated. It was just wrong for certain things to stretch so much. Still, trying to push that from his mind he stood at the machine, staring at it in the hopes that it would tell him what to do. Fortunately, at his time of need, a nurse came by with a woman in a wheelchair, a bundle of blankets in the arms of the exhausted mother. Needless to say he ignored the nurse's instructions, letting her do it for him as he inspected from afar the newborn being cradled.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Well... that was a debatable matter. Whoever said that all babies was cute was either blind or a liar for there was only one word he could think of describe the child.
"It looks like... a blob." No sugar-coating, just pure honesty as he found himself unable to look away from the gurgling thing, disgusted by the bubbles of spittle forming from lips. It seemed however that that wasn't an offensive term.
"Oh they all look like that when they are born."
Despair. Despair washed over the male at those words. All of them? That meant what was supposed to be his beautiful child would like a thing that crawled out from beneath the kitchen sink? He couldn't have this. And if he did? Well we all know whose fault that would be. He downright refused to have some kind of blob-child and this was probably evident on his face as both the women in his presence seemed to look at him like he had two heads.
Looking at the woman though was quite a reassurance. She was not the most attractive fish in the sea and judging by her looks her husband couldn't have been much of a looker to have such low standards.
"You're sure they all look like that?"
"Well this is my third and they have all been the spit of each other."
"Well, I hope you enjoy what must be a wizard's sleeve down there. I've got to go make sure I don't give birth to an abomination." Leaving the pair looking rather gobsmacked at his words, a swift turn on his heel and he had the cup of ice chips taken straight from the nurses hands rather promptly making his way back to the room where he was greeted with such an un-glorious site of Phoebe in stirups and Morgan discussing it all with the doctor and mid-wife in the room. That conversation could wait though as voice called across the room on his entrance.
"Morgan, if we have a blob I swear to god I am getting a divorce."
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Morgan simply couldn't be trusted to do anything! As longs legs carried the male down the corridor he couldn't help but scowl at the knowledge that his husband was too busy fussing over his sister so much he wouldn't leave the room, leaving him, the father of the child being born to go and get her ice chips. It was his fault she wanted them, it was his fault her water broke at 3 in the morning. Everything was his fault as both Tetsu and Phee frequently reminded him.
In all honesty it seemed to work out for the best. She may have been doing the biggest favour in the world in carrying a child for him, but (and especially not at this time in the morning) he really didn't care to hear about how many centimetre's she had dilated. It was just wrong for certain things to stretch so much. Still, trying to push that from his mind he stood at the machine, staring at it in the hopes that it would tell him what to do. Fortunately, at his time of need, a nurse came by with a woman in a wheelchair, a bundle of blankets in the arms of the exhausted mother. Needless to say he ignored the nurse's instructions, letting her do it for him as he inspected from afar the newborn being cradled.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Well... that was a debatable matter. Whoever said that all babies was cute was either blind or a liar for there was only one word he could think of describe the child.
"It looks like... a blob." No sugar-coating, just pure honesty as he found himself unable to look away from the gurgling thing, disgusted by the bubbles of spittle forming from lips. It seemed however that that wasn't an offensive term.
"Oh they all look like that when they are born."
Despair. Despair washed over the male at those words. All of them? That meant what was supposed to be his beautiful child would like a thing that crawled out from beneath the kitchen sink? He couldn't have this. And if he did? Well we all know whose fault that would be. He downright refused to have some kind of blob-child and this was probably evident on his face as both the women in his presence seemed to look at him like he had two heads.
Looking at the woman though was quite a reassurance. She was not the most attractive fish in the sea and judging by her looks her husband couldn't have been much of a looker to have such low standards.
"You're sure they all look like that?"
"Well this is my third and they have all been the spit of each other."
"Well, I hope you enjoy what must be a wizard's sleeve down there. I've got to go make sure I don't give birth to an abomination." Leaving the pair looking rather gobsmacked at his words, a swift turn on his heel and he had the cup of ice chips taken straight from the nurses hands rather promptly making his way back to the room where he was greeted with such an un-glorious site of Phoebe in stirups and Morgan discussing it all with the doctor and mid-wife in the room. That conversation could wait though as voice called across the room on his entrance.
"Morgan, if we have a blob I swear to god I am getting a divorce."
Syphilis
Mine and Aff's word challenge #3
note; I do not like writing fanfics. I can't write fanfics. However, I couldn't pass up this opportunity so apologies for the wankiness of it.
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"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?"
The shriek echoed throughout the cottage, it wouldn't have been surprising if the entire country of England hadn't heard the blood-curdling scream that simple caused a lazy roll over of the figure that had been resting in Arthur's bed. That was his bed, the place he had to himself and now this... this thing had even taken that from him. Well, we'd soon see about that.
"Bonjour, mon cherie." As blue eyes blinked open, unphased by the deadly scowl worn by the male he looked up at, a smile couldn't help but curve one Francis Bonnefoi's lips. "You know, Angleterre, you should really keep your voice down when people are trying to speak." The tall figure seemed to gain quite a bit of satisfaction from the visible cringe he drew from the other male, noticing the remains of a shattered tea cup on the floor in a pool of amber liquid; once a fine cup of tea now it was just a fatality of the day.
Stepping back as France swung legs out of the bed, feet meeting with the floor, England found himself forever in debt to the cover that still wrapped around the others waist and thighs, hiding the inevitable truth that he was not only in his bed, but in his bed naked. "You know, France, you don't have a very good past history of invading me successfully, do you?" His words were not answered, instead recieving an impassive look from the blonde in his bed. "Infact, I think its save to say that more British people have been killed by Syphillis than by the French."
Part of him wished he hadn't said that, as not only was he know made to feel short as his present company rose from the bed, he was also in the presence of the other completely starkers, looking anywhere but him. "Well, eyebrows, there is always room to change, don't you think?" With a dramatic flourish and a rather proud swagger to hide his bitterness at Englands words the man soon strode out of the room, head held high in an act of defiance leaving a rather confused England stood there.
After throwing the clothes he left at Francis through the window as the nude male strode past on his way down the road he tried to register what had actually just happened. If he wasn't mistaken, he believed himself to be victorious over the other nation. Yet again.
note; I do not like writing fanfics. I can't write fanfics. However, I couldn't pass up this opportunity so apologies for the wankiness of it.
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"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?"
The shriek echoed throughout the cottage, it wouldn't have been surprising if the entire country of England hadn't heard the blood-curdling scream that simple caused a lazy roll over of the figure that had been resting in Arthur's bed. That was his bed, the place he had to himself and now this... this thing had even taken that from him. Well, we'd soon see about that.
"Bonjour, mon cherie." As blue eyes blinked open, unphased by the deadly scowl worn by the male he looked up at, a smile couldn't help but curve one Francis Bonnefoi's lips. "You know, Angleterre, you should really keep your voice down when people are trying to speak." The tall figure seemed to gain quite a bit of satisfaction from the visible cringe he drew from the other male, noticing the remains of a shattered tea cup on the floor in a pool of amber liquid; once a fine cup of tea now it was just a fatality of the day.
Stepping back as France swung legs out of the bed, feet meeting with the floor, England found himself forever in debt to the cover that still wrapped around the others waist and thighs, hiding the inevitable truth that he was not only in his bed, but in his bed naked. "You know, France, you don't have a very good past history of invading me successfully, do you?" His words were not answered, instead recieving an impassive look from the blonde in his bed. "Infact, I think its save to say that more British people have been killed by Syphillis than by the French."
Part of him wished he hadn't said that, as not only was he know made to feel short as his present company rose from the bed, he was also in the presence of the other completely starkers, looking anywhere but him. "Well, eyebrows, there is always room to change, don't you think?" With a dramatic flourish and a rather proud swagger to hide his bitterness at Englands words the man soon strode out of the room, head held high in an act of defiance leaving a rather confused England stood there.
After throwing the clothes he left at Francis through the window as the nude male strode past on his way down the road he tried to register what had actually just happened. If he wasn't mistaken, he believed himself to be victorious over the other nation. Yet again.
Lifestyle
Mine and Aff's word challenge #2
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Feeling very much like a child banished to the 'naughty step', twenty-two year old Kayden had been made to sit in the corner of the photography classroom, not allowed to interact with the class he had actually been hired to intern for. It wasn't as if he had done anything bad, and really it wasn't just his fault! Dart was to blame aswell but it seemed that just because the older male had to be off teaching a class he didn't have to be punished. With strict instructions to not even mumble to himself as he was perched atop the stool, brown eyes instead opting for glaring at what he was forced to look at on the walls of the room; by the time this class was over he would be able to perfectly describe the photo he was staring at, criticizing it aswell when his mind didn't drift to the reason behind his cruel and unusual punishment.
It had really started a long time ago... and had just excalated to a ridiculous scale. Apparently reffering to David, the head of photography as Dad was frowned upon by some of the more 'serious' members of staff. On top of that finding any opportunity to hold hands with Dart while going down the corridor simply to freak out the younger students apparently wasn't a 'mature' move to make. Then there had been national talk like a pirate day that had been taken too extremes, thus being dubbed by the male 'walk, talk, act and look like a pirate day'.
Unfortunately though today had 'really taken the biscuit' according to both David and the head of the fashion department. They had long since accepted that one of their male mannequins would never be returned to them and in the state it was in they didn't really want it. Kay couldn't understand why they didn't want him back, he was a dam fine mannequin after all what with the permanent marker tattooes that covered his body and the various piercings through his plastic. They should have felt proud too have him as part of the school body. Despite not wanting him back though, a joined decision on Dart and Kay's part, it was realised that Jeff the Mannequin needed to atleast socialize with his own kind, and apparently he wanted to take it one step further.
Now, people react in different ways to walking in on the sight of two humanoid, inanimate objects being put in a rather crude position. Some would laugh, some would try and act dignified and others, well others apparently got quite angry. The shouts that were emitted from the room caused quite a stir, causing both student and staff to congregate around the rooms entrance eager to work out what was going on.
"How dare you defile yet more of this departments objects?"
"Its not my fault! Jeff was lonely..."
"Its true, he was beginni--"
"You stay out of this Reyer!"
"Why can you not just accept him?"
"This mannequin is not a 'him' it is an object."
"How dare you say such things?! You'll hurt his feelings"
"He doesn't have feelings."
"You're all the same. Sexist... racist... whatever you want to call it. Why can't you accept his lifestyle? He just wants to be loved! LET HIM BE LOVED!"
With many more rants regarding the lack of love Jeff was being shown and how its no surprise he had to turn to the arms of a 'floozy' to get it, and more retaliation of him not being real, it could have gone on for hours. Hell it could have probably gone on for days as the tall male was not intent on backing down regarding the mortality of one of the 'greatest friends he had ever had'. As it was it was soon put to an end, when it seemed that both cursing and threats were going to be bought out on the males behalf, the dreadlocked form of his partner in crime took a stand, arms wrapping around the now quite worked up intern, dragging him through the crowds and back to his own department, promising he would bring Jeff to him as soon as he was done getting what would more than likely be little more than a bollocking from David.
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Feeling very much like a child banished to the 'naughty step', twenty-two year old Kayden had been made to sit in the corner of the photography classroom, not allowed to interact with the class he had actually been hired to intern for. It wasn't as if he had done anything bad, and really it wasn't just his fault! Dart was to blame aswell but it seemed that just because the older male had to be off teaching a class he didn't have to be punished. With strict instructions to not even mumble to himself as he was perched atop the stool, brown eyes instead opting for glaring at what he was forced to look at on the walls of the room; by the time this class was over he would be able to perfectly describe the photo he was staring at, criticizing it aswell when his mind didn't drift to the reason behind his cruel and unusual punishment.
It had really started a long time ago... and had just excalated to a ridiculous scale. Apparently reffering to David, the head of photography as Dad was frowned upon by some of the more 'serious' members of staff. On top of that finding any opportunity to hold hands with Dart while going down the corridor simply to freak out the younger students apparently wasn't a 'mature' move to make. Then there had been national talk like a pirate day that had been taken too extremes, thus being dubbed by the male 'walk, talk, act and look like a pirate day'.
Unfortunately though today had 'really taken the biscuit' according to both David and the head of the fashion department. They had long since accepted that one of their male mannequins would never be returned to them and in the state it was in they didn't really want it. Kay couldn't understand why they didn't want him back, he was a dam fine mannequin after all what with the permanent marker tattooes that covered his body and the various piercings through his plastic. They should have felt proud too have him as part of the school body. Despite not wanting him back though, a joined decision on Dart and Kay's part, it was realised that Jeff the Mannequin needed to atleast socialize with his own kind, and apparently he wanted to take it one step further.
Now, people react in different ways to walking in on the sight of two humanoid, inanimate objects being put in a rather crude position. Some would laugh, some would try and act dignified and others, well others apparently got quite angry. The shouts that were emitted from the room caused quite a stir, causing both student and staff to congregate around the rooms entrance eager to work out what was going on.
"How dare you defile yet more of this departments objects?"
"Its not my fault! Jeff was lonely..."
"Its true, he was beginni--"
"You stay out of this Reyer!"
"Why can you not just accept him?"
"This mannequin is not a 'him' it is an object."
"How dare you say such things?! You'll hurt his feelings"
"He doesn't have feelings."
"You're all the same. Sexist... racist... whatever you want to call it. Why can't you accept his lifestyle? He just wants to be loved! LET HIM BE LOVED!"
With many more rants regarding the lack of love Jeff was being shown and how its no surprise he had to turn to the arms of a 'floozy' to get it, and more retaliation of him not being real, it could have gone on for hours. Hell it could have probably gone on for days as the tall male was not intent on backing down regarding the mortality of one of the 'greatest friends he had ever had'. As it was it was soon put to an end, when it seemed that both cursing and threats were going to be bought out on the males behalf, the dreadlocked form of his partner in crime took a stand, arms wrapping around the now quite worked up intern, dragging him through the crowds and back to his own department, promising he would bring Jeff to him as soon as he was done getting what would more than likely be little more than a bollocking from David.
Thunderstorm
Mine and Aff's word challenge #1
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It was strange to think that not only a few hours ago the sun had been shining and looking out the window he was now placed infront of their was the site of kids playing on the park. Laughing and playfully beating each other up while parents watched them from the corners of eyes as they had much more important things to discuss with each other such as 'oh Mary-anne where did you get that sweater' and 'oh didn't you hear? Apparently Mr. Stevens hasn't been coming home on time. Rumour goes that he's sleeping with his secretary but no-one has the heart to tell his wife.' Obviously very important matters.
Now as he looked out on the park, Rose could see nothing more than the desserted play area and an utter downpour; rain coming down in such heavy waves it was as if the sky was falling. He had been planning to go out aswell but as the metal frames were highlighted with a bright flash of thunder accompanied with a deep rumble it seemed obvious that anywhere other than the pleasant apartment was out of the question. The groceries would have to wait it seemed; they had enough to last it was just luxuries that would have been nice. Of course, if it had stopped by the time he finished work Flip would be able to grab some.
Thinking about it though, the young blonde really did want a nice strawberry tart and he was running low on tea. The decision was made; he would use a home-delivery service. Him going out in the thunderstorm was out of the question but there were people out there who got paid to deliver things to his doorstep and in all honesty, who was he to deny them a job? Justifying it that way, denim clad legs stretched down from the windowsill he had been perched upon, almost finding it hard to pull his gaze away from the mesmerizing rainfall, nimble finger moved across the large living room, picking up laptop that was sat lonely on a table and almost falling into the cream sofa, legs automatically curling to the side of him to get himself comfortable as he opened up the computer, finely manicured nail carefully turning it on to a light hum filling the room. There was another sound though, a less reassuring noice. It sounded like, whimpering?
'Claudia?' Nothing seemed to change in the room rather than the sound of that whimpering mewl getting louder and it seemed to be coming from right beneath him. As eyebrow furrowed trying to work out where the noise was coming from it wasn't until laptop had been closed and placed on the side that he managed to hear it properly. A sigh and soft shake of his head later and Rose was crouched on the floor, fingers tapping the floor softly in order to try and get the owner of bright green eyes from beneath the sofa. He had to have been there for atleast 5 minutes until the shadowed figure finally began to etch out from beneath the furniture, beginning with a pair of grey paws peeking out as if testing the ground. Having recieved a reassuring stroke these were soon followed by the rest of the siamese kitten, quivering with fear from the loud rumbles of thunder and soon curling up close to her owner. 'Honestly, I can't take you anywhere!' Offering the kitten a light kiss on the top of the head fingers stroked lovingly behind pink collar, settling back down on the sofa. Now, about that tea...
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It was strange to think that not only a few hours ago the sun had been shining and looking out the window he was now placed infront of their was the site of kids playing on the park. Laughing and playfully beating each other up while parents watched them from the corners of eyes as they had much more important things to discuss with each other such as 'oh Mary-anne where did you get that sweater' and 'oh didn't you hear? Apparently Mr. Stevens hasn't been coming home on time. Rumour goes that he's sleeping with his secretary but no-one has the heart to tell his wife.' Obviously very important matters.
Now as he looked out on the park, Rose could see nothing more than the desserted play area and an utter downpour; rain coming down in such heavy waves it was as if the sky was falling. He had been planning to go out aswell but as the metal frames were highlighted with a bright flash of thunder accompanied with a deep rumble it seemed obvious that anywhere other than the pleasant apartment was out of the question. The groceries would have to wait it seemed; they had enough to last it was just luxuries that would have been nice. Of course, if it had stopped by the time he finished work Flip would be able to grab some.
Thinking about it though, the young blonde really did want a nice strawberry tart and he was running low on tea. The decision was made; he would use a home-delivery service. Him going out in the thunderstorm was out of the question but there were people out there who got paid to deliver things to his doorstep and in all honesty, who was he to deny them a job? Justifying it that way, denim clad legs stretched down from the windowsill he had been perched upon, almost finding it hard to pull his gaze away from the mesmerizing rainfall, nimble finger moved across the large living room, picking up laptop that was sat lonely on a table and almost falling into the cream sofa, legs automatically curling to the side of him to get himself comfortable as he opened up the computer, finely manicured nail carefully turning it on to a light hum filling the room. There was another sound though, a less reassuring noice. It sounded like, whimpering?
'Claudia?' Nothing seemed to change in the room rather than the sound of that whimpering mewl getting louder and it seemed to be coming from right beneath him. As eyebrow furrowed trying to work out where the noise was coming from it wasn't until laptop had been closed and placed on the side that he managed to hear it properly. A sigh and soft shake of his head later and Rose was crouched on the floor, fingers tapping the floor softly in order to try and get the owner of bright green eyes from beneath the sofa. He had to have been there for atleast 5 minutes until the shadowed figure finally began to etch out from beneath the furniture, beginning with a pair of grey paws peeking out as if testing the ground. Having recieved a reassuring stroke these were soon followed by the rest of the siamese kitten, quivering with fear from the loud rumbles of thunder and soon curling up close to her owner. 'Honestly, I can't take you anywhere!' Offering the kitten a light kiss on the top of the head fingers stroked lovingly behind pink collar, settling back down on the sofa. Now, about that tea...
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