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Post by scribblerrigby on Jan 11, 2011 16:27:55 GMT -5
“Hey, Cut! CUUUUT! You there?”
Marlee landed, pushed her aviators up on her forehead with a wing, and trotted over to the patio door. Nobody answered, so she tried knocking. The door gave way, so she hopped right in.
The first thing she noticed was the cookies on the floor.
Surroundings forgotten, she jogged over, deftly flicking them into the air with her claws, and snatching them out of the air with her mouth, or small claws in her wings. Delicious.
Looking up, satisfied, she resumed her search in the giant house.
“Hey, Cut, y’here?” she shouted. “I cleaned up some cookies that were just sort of lying around, and I-“
Then she noticed the scene a few feet in front of her.
Paste on top. M hugging him from the bottom. Clothes scattered everywhere, and some still in Paste’s hands. A special on feline mating in the background. Probably setting the mood...
“…ohgod!” she squeaked. “I’m so sorry! Sorry for interrupting! Sorrysorrysorry!”
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 11, 2011 17:28:34 GMT -5
Paste's eyes were the size of saucers smelling the bird girl's presence before the squeal confermed his worries. He quickly tumbled onto his back as he tried to get up as quickly as possible.
"Your not interupting anything, it's not what it looks like" Paste said waving his hands out still holding M's undies. He glanced over and then quickly brought his hand to stick the underwear in his back pocket (... that's not going to come up later *wink wink nudge nudge*).
"It's... not, like we were doing anything explicit I mean..." Paste was sweating, all those years being a lawyer and he freezes up on this, 'great'.
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Post by M on Jan 11, 2011 18:30:38 GMT -5
M sighed and allowed Paste up to panic while she rolled onto her side to look at Marlee.
"Well not now you’re not.” The manticore looked slightly annoyed, with a little more time with these spontaneous and random series of events she could have gotten to know Paste a bit more intimately.
However she gave the bird girl a smug smile and softly said, “It was exactly what it looked like.” She got up and gave her shoulder a lick to put the ruffed up fur down, then leaned against Paste, purring loudly.
“We’ll have to put the ‘explicit’ on hold tonight, love.” She teased, “Oh, you ate all the cookies? Wonder if there’s any more.” The manticore ambled towards the kitchen, suddenly feeling hungry for food.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Jan 11, 2011 19:06:55 GMT -5
Marlee’s feathers fluffed up in agitation, and her eyes darted to the object in Paste’s hand. “Explicit?!" Her voice rose to a strangled shriek. "But…but those are her panties!”
She began thinking of ways to gracefully excuse herself. Paste might have been trying to defend himself, but M had a different idea. A lion and a lioness on the television looked like they also had the same idea, but they had the addition of happy music and a man narrating, delicately. They'd probably rip her head off if she interrupted them. But a guy and a manticore thing? How does that work, anyway?
She stammered, glancing towards the door. “Well, um…if Cut isn’t around,” - why would he be, anyway? Unless he was a creeper – “I guess I’ll be going…um, yeah. Sorry!”
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 11, 2011 19:24:53 GMT -5
"Oh no, don't worry, Cut might return" Paste lied, he didn't want to be alone with this big lion manticore girl, "how about I order some pizza?"
"M, would you like to have something to nibble on?" Paste asked the lurking manticore but quickly realised what he said and quickly said "please don't answer that."
Sweat trickled down the back of Paste's neck, "how could I get myself into this mess" he thought.
"I mean, she 'was' a pretty girl, not exactly the kind to get herself into trouble... what am I thinking, she's 'exactly' the one who would get into trouble, but not truely on purpose. What am I even thinking, I shouldn't even be having these thoughts." Paste tugged on his collar, images of a naked "M", both human and manticore swimming through his head, receiving different emotions. And the narrator on the TV wasn't doing much help either.
"How long does that blasted show last?" Paste mumbled
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Post by M on Jan 11, 2011 20:11:04 GMT -5
M opened her mouth to reply but shut it as Paste asked her not to answer and gave him a dirty smile instead. Funny, she came here to hang out with Cut and now she didn't want him to come back just yet.
“Pizza sounds good right about now.” She couldn’t find anything she liked in the kitchen and at the sound of pizza, she would agree to anything, even Marlee staying a little longer. Paste was looking a bit hot under the collar so she decided to give him some slack, for now.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Jan 11, 2011 21:22:59 GMT -5
Marlee continued to back toward the door.
“No, really, tell him I came over…” But then, she brightened at the promise of pizza. “Well…um…okay!”
She glanced over at the space where they had been and cringed. There were clothes everywhere. To distract herself, she wandered to the couch to watch TV, only to tune in and remember what she was watching. She yelped, blushed, shuddered and tried not to picture what had been going on before she barged in.
“Um…we can change the channel…if you like…” she said in a tiny voice. “I don’t mean to be a…” She searched for the word. “Cockblock?”
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 12, 2011 13:25:54 GMT -5
"Yes you can change the channel" Paste said quickly finding batteries for the remote that for some reason wasn't working, "and no, you weren't being a cockblock, I mean, saying that implies that there was a potential for intercorse which there was a very small chance of. So, no, you weren't." Paste then quickly took the cordless phone into the spare bedroom so he could cool down in peace while ordering the pizza.
"Yes... yes, I would like to order one medium pepperoni and three extra large sardine pizzas... yes this is the same person..." Past called, taking a hankercheif from his back pocket to wipe off the sweat from his face.
"Wait... I don't own a hankercheif?" Paste thought as he looks at the rag he was using.
It was M's underwear.
"GAHHHH!" Paste yelped as he stuffed it back into his pocket before finishing his order.
"Can this get any worse?" Paste mumbled once to himself leaving the room.
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Post by M on Jan 12, 2011 15:22:21 GMT -5
The manticore giggled at Marlee’s use of ‘cockblock’ it took her by surprise that the bird girl would know something like that, she seemed so nervous, why was that?
M hung over the couch arm, her chin and arms rested over the side while her bum sat on the floor as Paste explained that meaning.
She waited until he left then grinned, “Very small chance of intercourse between him and me? He’s so coy. I like those odds. Ugh, excuse me I need a quick wash.”
M moved to the small hallway for privacy, sat down and ran her tongue down her back in a typical cat fashion to start her wash, rolling around on the floor does make one’s coat grotty but she mainly wanted to clean her self a bit more then just her coat.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Jan 12, 2011 17:38:42 GMT -5
Marlee huffed indignantly at their very different reactions to her word choice. Well, that’s what it looked like to her! Paste bolted and she could hear him fumbling around in the other room, probably ordering pizza. He yelped once. She wondered what that was about.
She turned back to the lounging manticoress.
“Well, sorry to, um...shrink those chances…but…at least we get pizza out of this, right?” She trailed off as M slinked away, to wash herself.
“Oh. Yeah. I suppose…”
Distractions. Yeah! At least until the pizza arrived. She turned back to the TV again, blanched, plopped down on the couch and grabbed the freshly-working remote with her feet.
Click. Not in the mood for any of Carrie Bradshaw’s adventures. Click. No Desperate Housewives. No American Pie. Not any of this. No, no, NO.
She stopped on a cartoon and burrowed deeper into the couch’s pillows. This was more like it. That pizza had to arrive soon, right?
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 12, 2011 18:22:28 GMT -5
Taking the time to at least regain his composure (and to tone down the images of naked women in his head), Paste straightened out his attire so he didn't look like a bachelor who just got laid. Though, he still felt like a bachelor when he looked in the hallway to see a very large cat licking herself... in certain private areas... and it didn't help that "M" still had a human 'ish' face.
"Excuse me" Paste said as he gingerly tried to walk over "M"
"Have you found a channel you like Marlee?" Paste asked from the hallway to the harpy girl.
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Post by M on Jan 12, 2011 20:59:45 GMT -5
M didn’t realise Paste was there until he was trying to get past and asked Marlee a question. She jumped out of her fur almost at his ‘sudden’ appearance and quickly stood up to her height of four feet just as Paste was tentatively stepping over her.
Next thing she knew the pair was in another compromising position, her on her front this time, almost crouched and she could feel Paste had fallen forward on top of her from behind. Why did she feel butterflies in her stomach just then?
“We need to stop running into each other like this. People might think it’s on purpose.” She purred deeply, her tail carefully moved to the side so not to sting him.
Then she remembered Marlee was still here and probably thinking the pizza wasn't worth it.
"Don't mind us."
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Post by scribblerrigby on Jan 13, 2011 0:10:29 GMT -5
Startled, Marlee leaped, flapped wildly, and perched precariously on the back of the couch as something suddenly and noisily tumbled into the room.
Then she realized what it was.
“SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS?!” she choked.
She stepped gingerly down to the couch cushion, then the floor, her feathers flattening.
“Yeah, it’s…it’s Batman," she said, answering Paste's earlier question. "An old one. Umm…” What would they call what they’re doing, then? Doggy style? “Yeah…” She tilted her head, stared at Paste and giggled, uncomfortably. “You guys can’t even stay off of each other until the pizza’s here?”
She silently wished for green lights and a negligent state patroller or two for the pizza guy's trip.
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Post by StantonBros on Jan 13, 2011 15:29:26 GMT -5
"To make this clear, I blame you" Paste mumbled to M before rolling off her and dusting off some of the fur. Paste rubed the temples of his head slightly as a migrane began to form, he didn't even have 'dates' that went this badly, even that one with the magic addict.
"Now, would you like something to drink, I have some juice, some soft drinks, milk" Paste asked, though asked himself if it was a good idea to be serving a bird girl a carbonated drink. Of course he has heard that giving birds Alka Seltzer would make them swell up and explode. Although, he hasn't seen it for himself, not to mention Marlee was 'part' bird, and may be able to bypass such evolutionary flukes. Still, Cut would be angry as heck to know that Marlee exploded from a soft drink... or maybe just uncomfortably bloated.
"Maybe not the soft drinks" Paste added quickly as he headed towards the fridge.
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Post by M on Jan 13, 2011 16:41:16 GMT -5
“And yet you’ve been making all the ‘moves’.” M whispered back with an innocent smile although it was wasted on him because he didn’t see it.
“You messed up my fur again.” She muttered, sitting up and licking the fur on her back down. She then made her way towards a couch to lounge on.
“Batman? What like you… but a bat?” What an odd concept.
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