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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:34 pm
((Don't worry. Anthony moves in his sleep. X3 Pick a pose for Qliph to sleep in and I can work the rest. ))
Anthony smiled as he slipped into the covers. “I didn’t think you would. Anyways, I feel pretty safe knowing you can’t use a sword as well as I can.” He said, tossing a joke to lift the conversation from any paranoia. If you let it linger, it would suffocate them and no one would be getting any sleep. Well, at least not Qliph. Anthony had a habit of sleeping even if a criminal was in the loose, he had all his windows open, and the criminal had a MO for killing people in their sleep.
Curling in, he laid on his stomach and stretched out, back curling down in a U and hands fisted on the mattress before he released himself from the stretch and leaned down, laying on his stomach before turning to curl around the pillow. His tail was poking out of the bed and off the end of the mattress, curling occasionally as if showing it was still alive and well. Hands fisted, he curled them to his chest and adjusted his shoulder. “Good night, Qliph. Sleep tight.” He said, use to using the phrase with his little sister who he was use to staying in her bed as she drifted off to sleep before he went back to working another long night.
Qliph’s tail was under the pillow and Anthony could feel it flicker against his raised knee. It didn’t bother him and as half of his face was hidden under the blankets, he slipped into the warm lethargic sleep of someone who had a busy day.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:50 pm
(( Oh Jeez. I move a lot in my sleep! Sometimes I find myself on the floor or on the other end... Apparently, I talk in my sleep as well. My brother used to say I went on and on in my conversations in my sleep..)))
Qliph pouted. "If I really needed to.. I bet I could use it!" he playfully argued back. He would use the sword as if it were a wrench. But it would do more damage than knocking them out and giving them a pounding head when they came back.
Qliph was comfortable in any position and didn't find much of a reason for all the moving Anthony was doing. Anthony seemed very much more cat like than himself. (and apparently knew how to use his tail better!)When Anthony rang out his last words, Qliph had a feeling of enlightenment. He remembered those words from ages ago. From both his own parents and his adoptive ones. "good night to you to, Anthony." he replied, rolling over onto his side and curling up. His tail was wrapped around his form, but often flicked on it's own will. He hoped it wouldn't bug Anthony.
The mechanic heaved a large sigh of happiness. You didn't get this much room on a couch, that's for sure.
Both probably unaware, Tantan had joined in on this sleeping fest. Curled up at the very end of the bed near their feet.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:18 pm
((Me too. I move in my sleep and usually I wake up with the blankets all over the place or twisted up in my legs and the pillow wonky. I have been told I talk in my sleep too and apparently I have woken up saying things to friends and then not remembering it the next day. I pity my friend and future roommate. ))
Even though his appearance was more Mensch in the face than other Koshka, he did have all the tendencies and some he didn’t know where he picked up. He often fidgeted a lot in his sleep and would curl, uncurl, turn, and then twist about. It was always a toss up of what position he would be in once he woke up and what bed things where still left on the bed.
Anthony thought, moments before falling into unconsciousness, that he should have mentioned it, but he was tired and assumed that his body would be well mannered enough in sleep to take a break from his normal tendencies just this once.
He was mistaken.
The pillow had provided a half night of deep sleep with Anthony curled around the makeshift barricade between him and Qliph’s respect halves of the bed, but pillows flattened and it wasn’t one made to hold off a twisting and energetic sleeper.
As a natural instinct, people tended to go after a heat source, Mensch, Koshka, and cats. Anthony was no exception, and after finding that a warm bed was nice, his body, on autopilot and left to it’s own without the now dormant mind to scold it for it’s actions, went after the warmest part of the bed, i.e. another Koshka.
Morning came with a small drizzle of gray rain beating on the windows and a cooling wind. A cold, blue shadow was lifting in the rooms of the sleeping residents. Now on his back, Anthony’s stomach heaved up and down as his agape mouth took in deep inhauls and exhales, chest heaving under his lace, now wrinkled, shirt ( a few buttons undone in a wake of a twisting sleeper).
The newest pillow, Qliph’s shoulder, where the mapmaker was half sprawled across as he laid at a slat on the bed, the blankets move to cover only partials of his body, tail and one foot poking out. Murmuring something, Anthony turned over, curled his fists towards him, and slept on his side, one leg twisting in-between Qliph’s as be closed his mouth and after a few moments, started to purr lightly. A smile curled on Anthony’s lips, thinking of something in the privacy of his dreams, his tail curling in accordance to his dream.
((*Snickers*))
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:34 pm
Qliph didn't twist much in his sleep. He usually awoken on his back or on the other side, bedding still neat on top of him. But he -did move in his sleep. just slightly.
The mechanic made another small movement- he rolled over. Onto his other side. He groaned in his sleep as a new dream displaced his vibrant lucid dream.
With another body so close to him, his body reacted to his dream. Following the same movements as he did in Dreamland. But reality and his dream were a little different.
He dreamt of his parents. This subconscious thought brought on by Anthony's "sleep tight". It reminded his memory of the nights his mother would tuck him into bed. They would hug and pass on a kiss and give their goodbye's until the next day.
He dreamt of such nights and gently grabbed onto Anthony and....
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:05 pm
“..mrmph.”
Anthony’s brow creased as he found his airways cut off and a sensation of noticeable heat on his lips. Still drowsy, his mind struggled to wonder what was going on, but already switched to breathing through his nose. The crises of suffocation averted, morning called and this new heat urged to be address. Twisting in place, he noticed he was being held in place and information of being stuck and having someone hot on his lips alerted him to wake up. Brain warming up, he tried scooting back again, his rump sticking out before finding that that too was being held in place by a hand at the base of his back.
It’s warm……. Anthony liked being warm and this warm thing was nice. Pleasant. Better than sleeping on the cushions that where set against the window during a sunny day. It enveloped him completely and he snuggled closer to catch on any crevice of heat he could get to.
His lips adjust against the other that pressed against his.
It took a moment, but after some squeezing of the eyes, his lids peeled open. The world was a fuzzy blur and Anthony tried slipped a hand up to rub his eye, but realized both his hands where stuck between him and something else. Whatever he was seeing was very close and he adjusted, still feeling his lips move against …another?
The image that focused made his heart shot up into his throat before beating like a caged hummingbird. His face went from groggy peach to fire engine red in 2.3 seconds flat and a heat wafted off his cheeks. His tail, ears, and the ends of his hair stood on end, frizzled and alert.
First off, HOW THE HECK DID HE GET HERE?!
He..he was on the other side of the bed last time he remembered.
Did…did something happen between that time that he didn’t remember?
Muffled noises came from the back of Anthony’s throat, a mix of a whimper and struggling to think.
He tried moving back once more, but found that Qliph, being a mechanic, had the strength that did not compare to someone who only carried parchment rolls and inkwells to a mechanic who worked with heavy tools and equipment. Stuck in place, Anthony was also aware that parts of his body where up against other parts of Qliph’s body and the nature of what was pressing on what made him swallow hard.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:28 pm
(((Oh dear.. rofl )))
Qliph deepened the kiss and moved - pressed - a little more against Anthony. His dreamed morphed into something else after 'his mother tucked him in bed'.
But alad, all good things come to an end. He woke up. Slowly.
His eyelids opened slowly, starting with a squint. They wanted Qliph to stay asleep. But the sun a woke him.
No.
A noise woke him. And jerking movements...
His eyes flared open when the vision in front of him was a ver startled koshka! Quickly, his face matched Anthony's in redness. The mechanic was very surprised and almost fell off bed, backing up giving Anthony some room.
"Oh! Man! I-I----!" He couldn't find the right words to apologize. He didn't know what to say. He felt the wind was knocked out of him and he tried to grasp for the right words.
Eventually, he did fall off the bed, and a blanket came with him. He used it as a shell and threw it over himself to hide, making small whimpering sounds.
"s**t..," He thought, ",s**t s**t shitty s**t s**t!!"
He was afraid at Anthony leaving. He enjoyed company. But after what -just- happened, He felt as though something raped* him of any company he would be having for a while.
*Rape as in to take away with brute force ,unwillingly razz
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:41 pm
Anthony had been hoping that Qliph would remain asleep so he could pull free, but once he awoke, he felt himself throw back and Qliph shoot out and right off the bed, blankets falling with him. He didn’t seem to move, but remained under the blankets.
Breathing gulps of air, Anthony sat on all fours on the bed, flushed and trying to keep himself from hyperventilating.
What worried him the most was that he did not know who started what in their sleep. Sure, Qliph had been holding him, but who said Anthony hadn’t been the one to move to Qliph to end up against the mechanic? It also left the question on who had the urge in their sleep to kiss the other. It was all lost on the mystery that had been their sleep.
Considering this, Anthony brought up his own dream and found that there was plenty of evidence to suggest he might have been the one to start this entire incident.
Now what to do? Damage control was only something he was familiar with when dealing with his own family, but he tried to apply what he could here.
Still, he wasn’t in the best state of mind. His heart was hammering and ..Was it suddenly really hot in here?! He needed to open a window. Standing up, he felt weak knees and feel to the ground. Groaning, he stood up and walked over to the window, opening it up and letting fresh air in. He fanned his face with one hand and looked at the bed.
Okay…Okay..gotta think….okay….
“Qliph….?” He breathed deep, finding his voice higher in pitch. Forcing it back to be somewhat normal, he breathed deep again. “I should have said ……that I move in my sleep. I didn’t think….” He couldn’t even touch the subject when it was still so fresh in his mind.
He didn’t know if he should leave and risk ruining a new friendship, or stay and make the situation worse.
“Do… should I go?” He gasped, finding his heart still beating fast. Boy the room was spinning!
Anthony kept fanning his face, placing one hand against the wall to hold himself up as he leaned.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:55 pm
Qliph was still hidden under the blankets, but the fresh air from outside made him crawl out of the 'shell'.
Fresh rain, morning mist.. It smelled so good he couldn't resist coming out from hiding. He stood on his knees and turned around. He placed his arms on the bed and his head went an top of the furry arms. He was blushing, looking a little scared (about losing a friend so soon) and his ears were pinned back and low.
"I..It's not your fault..I move too.. I-I'm terribly Sorry... " he closed his eyes and took in deep breaths of the lulling, soothing air. He tried to calm himself and tried hard not to drop any tears.
Then, he said in a very small voice, "Please..Don't..go.." And he stood and walked out, into the other room. Tantan followed, worried.
He flopped onto the couch. He sat dirctly in the middle and stared at the floor. His arms were placed on top of his knees after a hand rakes through his hair. He let out a sigh. His tail hung limp and gathered on the floor.
"It's..my fault.. for not being gender specific..." He did often find himself looking back at people who walked by...
"I had a dream..of my mother and you were near me I guess and got dragged into my dream And then it changed..." He placed his fingertips together.
"But please..Don't be mad..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:17 pm
It wasn’t hard to get Anthony’s sympathy and the way that Qliph slinked near the bed made him similar to a dog that had been hit over the nose. It hadn’t been any one’s fault. Well, not directly.
Before anything could be said, the man stood and left the door. Still weak in the knees, Anthony only turned, leaning against the wall as the air came in to cool him from fainting and watched Qliph move through the open door. From here, he watched the mechanic sit in the middle of the couch and hear his words carry in the silence that had taken over the house.
The look of shame and guilt ripped through Anthony as he watched and he was reminded that not only was Qliph younger, but he was also someone who didn’t met people often and didn’t travel about. He had, for what Anthony assumed, stayed here, alone, and getting very little interaction with others. It was what he guessed made Qliph very confused on how to react to all of this.
Assured that he would not fall on his face, Anthony pushed off the wall and entered the other room. The curled figure of Qliph made him think of his little sister when she felt she was in trouble or did something wrong. Giving a small smile at this, he walked over and kneeled before the front of the couch so he could look up at Qliph from where he was looking down at the ground (where Anthony was now sitting at).
“Qliph. It’s not your fault. We both had dreams and can’t be held responsible for what we do in our sleep when our bodies are the only thing in control and considering that you and I are both ground men, our bodies do get carried away with their own ideas. It’s all right.”
“Considering what a great night sleep I had, a surprise wakeup is hardly anything to worry about in the long run.” He said, and laid a hand on Qliph’s right paw.
“Qliph. It also had nothing to do with being specific in your choices. You were sleeping. I could have been Tantan for all you knew. In the end, all you reacted to was your dreams and what you felt. Sight wasn’t even in the equation and for that, gender didn’t have anything to do with it either. You shouldn’t get yourself worked up. It’s okay.”
Smiling, he rose up and reached out, ruffling the hair atop Qliph’s head and flattening down his ears. “…and if you don’t want me to leave, I won’t be going. It’s too wet anyway and I hate the rain.” He said, giving a shiver at this.
Pulling his hand back, he clapped his hands together. “You know what we need? A good cup of tea. Where is your kitchen?” He said, turning about and looking around. Tea was the problem solver to all of lifes worries. Everything was better with tea.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:34 pm
Qliph smoothed his hair back down. "Hey! your treating me like a kid, now." He smiled back up at Anthony, saying thank you with his bright, blue eyes. Though, being treated like a child gave him a fluttery feeling in his chest. It sort of tickled.
He closed his eyes for a moment. They were both asleep. And they werehay that age where.. He chuckled.
"Thank you..." he sighed, his spirited lifted a little, Glad his new friend wasn't angry with his actions. He didn't feel good when people were mad at him.
The mechanics ears slowly rose. He liked Anthony (not that much is THAT sort of way..), he was a nice fellow. Different than those in the town...
"A good cup of tea. Where is your kitchen?”..." Was the next thing he heard. He must've zoned out for a little He didn't catch the first bit of the black haired koshka's sentence.
"Tea? Sorry to be a bother, I don't have tea. I don't like it. And Since I live alone, I don't have to buy it.. But..." He placed a slightly furred hand on his chin. "We could warm milk and water and place herbs I have in it.."
H carried a few assortments of Herbs. And old doctor he saw once, when he cut himself bad working (from lack of sleep, no less!) told him if he wanted to treat wounds on his own he could use some herbs, and that some made great drinks as well. He used them often.
I wonder if I have any left...
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:01 pm
If there was one thing to dampen Anthony’s optimism, it was a lack of tea. The second Qliph said he had no tea, his tail dropped to the ground like lead and laid there motionless as if shot down by an invisible arrow and left for dead. With his back to Qliph, the mechanic could not see the look of pure dismay at the fact. “No tea?” How could Qliph not like tea?! Tea…tea was great. Tea was smooth, rich, refreshing but hearty, rich in aroma and deep in taste, yet light enough to drink cupfuls. You could have it alone at night, a companion during long hours of work, or with company as you both talked and enjoyed yourselves sipping the heated beverage. It was too hot. It was good cold. Hell, he had lukewarm and never wasted a drop. Tea was…was..tea!
The idea of not having any made him pout and he waited a moment as Qlip offered another option. Heated milk with herbs. It …wasn’t tea…..but at least it was something. (He’d buy Qliph tea if he had to and MAKE the mechanic learn to appreciate such a fine beverage.) It was his civil duty!
Deciding not to pout like a child, he breathed deep and turned around, faking a smile. “That sounds lovely. Let’s go have us some heated …um….what you metioned.” He said, and gestured for Qliph to rise up before turning and heading out of the room to find the kitchen.
Once out of the room, he passed a moment and, glancing back to make sure Qliph wasn’t looking, touched his lips. It still tingled.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:23 pm
The brunette koshka cocked an eyebrow. "I have a feeling your crave for tea is stronger than my crave for milk." a chuckle finished the reply.
The heavy, dark feeling that had flooded the rooms before were lifted. Now, there was as feeling of forgiveness, happiness, (sadness, for lack of tea and milk) and friendship - if that were a feeling.
He pushed off the couch and slouched. He was still a little groggy, but felt much better than usual in the morning;he incident aside. He yawned and stretched simultaneously. Showing cat like teeth and flexing muscles of years of experience as a mechanic, though not as strong as some. He scratched at his bare belly.
"If you want tea that badly, we can go to the nearby cafe. Maybe they have some milk, too!" his tail sprung to life at the thought of the cafe having milk. Yes. Going to the cafe would be a splendid idea! "Besides," he started to add, "I can't remember which herb was supposed to make drinks... I might accidentally put the wrong one in our drinks and make us sick for three days and nights! Hahaha!"
After his good laugh, he looked at them both. One was half bare, the other in somewhat looking sleeping clothes. And neither had shoes. They would not be accepted like this!
"But maybe, we should get dressed first? I'm sure your clothes are dry, and it's only misting outside. I doubt you'd get wet in that!"
He smiled.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:42 pm
At the suggestion of a café, Anthony spun around, smiling. “Could we? I really can’t function well without tea in the morning.” Well, he could, but it would be much like having a very pissed Koshka about the house and he tended to grumble about things and scowl. Needless to say, his house and his family’s house all had tea, as all of them loved it, and even his friends who had encountered the stark contrast of a crabby Anthony knew to make sure some was in stock when he came to visit. It was similar to the type of people who smoked often or drank dark coffee. There had been some occasions when traveling to certain sites for work that there would be no tea and he was the definition of ‘scary’ for the entire period.
Tail curled back to life, he did take stock of their outfits. His lace shirt was wrinkled, no long tucked in his pants, and several buttons where unbuttoned exposing a clean, smooth chest. No fur. No discolorations or fur markings. “Yes, we should dress.” He said, turning about in a much better mood. Even though he pretended to be cheerful about the other option, he really hated the idea of some bastardization of a hot beverage using water-downed milk and some questionable herbs from who-knows-where. All quacks if they thought it would be better than tea.
Stepping out, he decided to pick out some new clothes from his small bag, as he always brought a few days clothing with him and just interchanged. Going over to his bag, he was glad to see it dry. Opening it, he selected a new outfit, white shirt, clean stockings, and a pair of trousers once more. Rising, he passed by Qliph. “I won’t take long.” He said, not wanting Qliph to wait long. With that, Anthony went to the bathroom to dress.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:04 pm
Qliph knew well of those who had 'slight addictions' to certain things. Although he would not grow cranky if he had no milk, he came across some people who did get cranky with lack of their favourite drink.
"All right. I don't mind waiting, take all the time you need. " he trailed after the koshka, passing by and walking into the kitchen area when Anthony walked the other direction.
He made sure his friend was gone when he sneaked a nice, chilled glass of milk from a well kept ice box*. "Ahh..." He set the glass down on the hard, dark wood table and licked his lips in a cat like manner.
His chest was, too, bare. There was a little 'fur'. Some people would tell him he needed to shave his chest hair, when it -was- just a little fur. He had fur on his calves, chest, fore arms and of course, on the top of his head and ears. (and a little bit of facial hair, but it wasn't feline like as was the rest of the hair he had)
He was rather surprised to see Anthony have so little fur and be such a high up aristocrat. Now a days, the more fur you had, the more welcome you were in Koshka territory. 'Ah well..' he sighed with a smile. These days, also, if you could wield a sword, it was just as well as fur!
He sat at the table, glancing back and forth from the next room, around the corner, to his empty glass. Hoping more milk, or an Anthony, would appear spontaneously.
He leaned back, the chair creaked. He thought of the incident, although he knew he shouldn't. It would probably make him despondent later.
But..
Oh, how he wished it could have lasted just a little longer...
*did they have fridges back then? I don't think a STEAM powered fridge would work well, either, heh..
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:39 pm
In the bathroom, he slipped out of his clothes and slipped on his new set, taking time to tidy up; Fixing his hair, his tail, and tucking articles of clothing in enough to be acceptable. He was feeling rather lax today and wondered if that was because he was woken up so suddenly. Usually he pushed off waking to the very last seconds before rushing off to work. He loved napping, but he wasn’t too put off by waking early. At least, not if things like before happened more often.
“You’re terrible.” He said to the mirror, shaking his head. Already, he felt his own primitive feistiness surge up and he felt unnaturally frisky. Usually, this called for a good night of drinking hard, or he would be dragged out by one of his friends to a darkened establishment that catered to men’s needs. It wasn’t a habit he frequently indulged in and no where close to the visitations his other friends tallied up, but it still was enough to ‘fix’ himself for a while.
It seemed now it was long since past due if he was getting riled up and flustered so easily.
Breathing deep, he pulled a strand of hair from his eyes and regarded his form. “I’ll visit sometime later.” He said to himself. When he could snag an hour or maybe even a night, he would go once more.
Grabbing his clothes that had been hanging along with last night’s outfit, he hopped out, pushing his paw into his last shoe before standing up and walking down. He folded and placed his clothes back into his bag before he set out to find Qliph, who was not in the room where he last saw him. Walking around, he poked his head around the corner and found the man looking at an empty yet murky glass that suggested it had milk in it.
“I’m done.” He said, walking fully into the room and looking down at the glass. “Thirsty?”
((Don't look at me. I don't know. I'm getting 'Inside the Victorian Home' soon, and I'll see what they had. I say you're good with an ice box. Makes sense to me.))
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