Post by Dew on Aug 16, 2015 15:02:41 GMT -5
He was right. Puck was pissed. Beyond pissed actually. The little asshole actually tackled Dew. As a cat sure, but it still knocked the wind out of the fullbringer. He said he could smell it on Dew. See it in his face. Dew had left that day claiming to be over Colin. And when he returned, they were together again. It was the sort of thing Dew had seen play out in school several times. A couple would frequently break up and get back together again. Though, for the record, Dew and Colin had only been through one breakup. That didn't seem to matter so much to Puck, who refused to get off Dew's chest until Matthew arrived home from work.
The little shit actually grinned, as a feline, all through dinner. Casually threatening his owner to reveal what had happened. Dew still hadn't made an effort by that point to deny the cat's claims. But, there was nothing. Nothing that night. Nothing the next morning, nor the morning after that. A few weeks passed with nothing from the cat, though he managed to be at the door next time Dew left with the idea set in his mind to spend some time with Colin.
"You're going to see him, aren't you?"
"How do you-"
"I can smell it on you."
"What the fuck does that even mean, cat? I thought I had a maine coon, not a basset hound."
"It means I can smell that damned rose scented soap you and Matthew are so in love with, dumbass. If you were going out to kill something, you wouldn't bother showering now because you'd just get dirty and sweaty within a few minutes of leaving."
"Oh. Right. Well it was her favorite, now get-"
"I'm moving. Just don't come back with tears, or I am going to slap you silly and sit on your chest while you sleep daily until you're married."
Dew rolled his eyes and nudged the feline out of the way of the door before stepping out. His phone was already in hand, searching out Colin's number and hitting the call button.
'Stupid cat. I can do what I want. Now pick up already Colin.'
Gp Gain: 7
Gp Total: 7
The little shit actually grinned, as a feline, all through dinner. Casually threatening his owner to reveal what had happened. Dew still hadn't made an effort by that point to deny the cat's claims. But, there was nothing. Nothing that night. Nothing the next morning, nor the morning after that. A few weeks passed with nothing from the cat, though he managed to be at the door next time Dew left with the idea set in his mind to spend some time with Colin.
"You're going to see him, aren't you?"
"How do you-"
"I can smell it on you."
"What the fuck does that even mean, cat? I thought I had a maine coon, not a basset hound."
"It means I can smell that damned rose scented soap you and Matthew are so in love with, dumbass. If you were going out to kill something, you wouldn't bother showering now because you'd just get dirty and sweaty within a few minutes of leaving."
"Oh. Right. Well it was her favorite, now get-"
"I'm moving. Just don't come back with tears, or I am going to slap you silly and sit on your chest while you sleep daily until you're married."
Dew rolled his eyes and nudged the feline out of the way of the door before stepping out. His phone was already in hand, searching out Colin's number and hitting the call button.
'Stupid cat. I can do what I want. Now pick up already Colin.'
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Word Count: 364Gp Gain: 7
Gp Total: 7