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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 12:17:20 GMT -5
Kitty pulled his coat around himself tighter as a chill set in through the night. He couldn't believe what he'd just learned from his friend Bailey and the only thing a man could do at this moment in his life was the honourable thing. Which was drink himself till he was too foxed to tell woman from man. And that was something big for a guy like him.
Yawning, he stretched, peering up at the sign hanging above the door of the local pub. He'd earlier tried the wine cellar only to find that it was over stocked with wines and wines and more fucking wines. "Nicolas Cashel, you disappoint me." He grumbled, shuddering at the memory. "What a pus--whimp." He murmured, taking a breathe before stepping in through the doors of the pub.
He looked around and at a hungry leer he recieved from a older man in the back of the room he pasted on his all too cocky smile, striding casually up to the bar. At the sight of the dog, sprawled out on the counter top he whistled shirlly, glaring as he ordered, "He mutt, go get your owner."
And just for good measure to be sure his message had gone across right, he hammered on the bell a few times, cocking a amused brow at the tired looking dog. Placing his hands on his hips he stuck out a leg and tilted his head, giving it an annoyed shake before stating, "I'm waiting."
Kitty grinned inwardly at his spunk, even if his kitten form was cowering inside him. Taking a seat at the bar he spun lazily in his spinny chair, as he waited for the bar owner to come out and get him something to drink. Preferably strong. No, correction; fuck preferably. The man wanted a strong ass cup of booze.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 12:35:23 GMT -5
For once, the bell of the pub door didn't disturb him.
Hell, the throbbing in his ankle was much more disturbing than that.
He heard the footfalls of a man to the scent, and snorted, his nose twitching the slightest and his ears pressing back in a relaxed state to his skull. He was warm, comfortable for his pained state, and relaxed, and he was gunna kill someone if they disturbed him. A sharp whistle perked his attention, and instinct made his head snap up. His blueish-gold eyes locked on an emerald beauty, but right not he looked more arrogant than beautiful. Too bad the look in his eyes was a glare and not lust.
"Hey mutt, go get your owner." Fletcher raised a canine eyebrow, staring at him a moment, before curling back the front of his lip to show just a bit of white, threatening fangs, before settling his head back down diagonally on his outstretched front legs.
He flattened his ears angrily at the persistancy of the man and his damn bell ringing, and stuck out his claws from between clodded fur between his paws. A deep rumble started low in his chest and rose.
"I'm waiting." Fucking smug humans.
Getting up was a huge hassel, and getting down from the bar was even worse. His generously furred paws slipped against the polish cedar of the bar and he ended up falling off with a heavy thudd to the ground, before he got up with a snort and limped to the back. Damn, his ankle was killing him.
He stood for a moment, his black fur looking miserable, before he thrust his head back and his neck popped out through his throat, his spine cracking down into his ribcage as it came up. His legs broke inwardly and his jaw retracted into his skull, and his legs expanded in height. Black fur and pale flesh ripped and tore to reveal a tanner, yet still pale skin, exuding from the thicket of fur. Soon, he stood nude, human and normal. His ankle hadn't fixed itself which it should've done, but that didn't matter.
He limped around, gathered decent clothing and managed to get it on without too much of a fight, before he grabbed his bottle of favoured Tequila and limped heavily on his unharmed leg to keep pressure of the other into the bar tending section. The man from before was there, and was playing with the display of salted nuts and making sounds like they were in a war.
Fletcher cleared his throat and approahced him. "Uhm, what are you doing with my nuts?" He cocked an eyebrow, leaning onto the bar table, pulling his injured leg into the air so he wouldn't have to keep a hold down on it. The man jumped and looked at him, before grinning with a nervous chuckle.
Fletcher shook his head, slightly disturbed, before making eye contact. "What'll you have?"
[OOC: I had permission to powerplay for a moment.]
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 13:03:13 GMT -5
Kitty couldn't help it. When the dog walked away, he hissed, claws forming instead of normal nails and fangs taking place. He sighed boredly when five minutes had passed and no owner had appeared. Taking advantage of his time alone he began to play -yes I said play- with the mixed nuts, reenacting (sp?) a war from one of the books he'd read in the Cashel Castle library.
"Uhm, what are you doing with my nuts?"
Kitty released a yelp of surprise, laughing nervously as he stopped his play and smiled innocently at the man infront of him. His eyes widened as he took in the appearance of the other man and his tongue involuntairly swipped out across his lower lip. The man was long and lithe and resembled the definition of grace. Kitty swallowed hard, finally finding himself thirsty.
"What'll you have?"
Swallowing once again he found himself nervous -although there was no way in hell he'd show how nervous he was- and he turned on his instant charm. "Why hello there. Name's kit---err..." He trailed off as a blush covered his features and he cleared his throat, changing the subject.
"Gimme a brandy. Fuck the cup and just pass on the bottle." He said, his baritone getting unfamiliarly high as he fidgetted in his seat. 'Man, get a hold over yourself. Turn on the charm and stop with the hormonal teenage shit. Stop being such a woman dude.'
"So where's your dog?" He smiled a shit eating grin, his green eyes alive and dancing. He was hyper, he was sitting infront of a drop dead sexy man and he wanted to know said man's name. "Got a name?" 'Crap, now he's going to think I was talking about the fucking dog. Smooth Kitty, real smooth.'
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 13:42:31 GMT -5
He cocked an eyebrow at the man, who resembled a fish out of water as he seemed to try and think of something to say.
"Why hello there. Name's kit---err..." Fletcher titled his head slightly, his eyes widening in a way of saying, 'yes...?'. The man shook his head and instead said,
"Gimme a brandy. Fuck the cup and just pass on the bottle." Fletcher gave a curt nod, and turned to fetch the desired alcohal with a silent, 'comin' up'. As he turned to the cupboard to get it, he heard the man speaking again. "So where's your dog?" A pause, than. "Got a name?" Fletcher paused, looking over his shoulder with a weird look intended at the man.
"My dog's tied up so he doesn't bite yer balls off, since it's obvious you made him get up, and his name is..." He hesitated. "...Win...chester..." He glanced at the titled beverage. "Yeah, Winchester." He grabbed the neck of the bottle and dropped it in front of the man.
"Anything else?" He was sore and just wanted to crawl back up and sleep. Instead, he limped to a bar stool behind the tending. He let out a relieved sigh the minute his foot was off the ground, and craddled his head against the table.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 14:03:18 GMT -5
Kitty accepted the bottle with a all to eager smile and nodded his thanks. "Thanks man. So Winchester huh? Heh, sounds like this guys last name that my friend Bailey like to hang out with. Something about colesteral."
Kitty smiled broadly at the handsome man before him. When the guy seemed to sigh in relief and rested his head on the table, Kitty couldn't help but tilt his head to the side and ask, "Hey, you okay? Dude, you're looking a little pale. You know, up at the castle they've got some great healers and I'm sure that they could help you with whatever it is that is in err pain."
Kitty smiled brightly yet there was a tinge of concern lacing both his features and words. Cringing at the showing of emotion he tipped the bottle back and took a long hard swig. Gasping in pain as the liquid scalded a trail down his throat, Kitty stuck out his tongue, giving his head a shake as if trying to rid it of the nasty taste. "This shit is strong. Just what I needed." He mumbled before taking a breathe and tilting the bottle up all the way in the air, gulping and gulping and gulping and gone.
Swaying in his seat Kitty wiped at the tears that formed in his eyes, his throat in such pain he could barely breathe. 'Perfect.'[/color] He looked to the other man, his words slightly slurred. "Thanks man. You don't have any idea how much I needed that. I'm telling ya, when a friend tells you he---err she can get knocked up on the drop of a needle? Scares the shit outta a man."
Kitty shook his head, counting to ten in his head to clear it. His eyes were clenched tightly shut yet when he opened them everythign was clear once again and his thinking was just as straight as it had been earlier that day. He didn't know what it was, maybe the feline in him, but he seemed to sober up faster than any other man or woman he'd ever met.
"You want directions to the castle? I'm on my way back up after I have another drink; I could take you there if you'd like." He smiled sweetly at the other man, truly wanting to help him. As if trusting the other man not to laugh he took a breathe, "My name's Kitty. What's yours?"
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 14:21:50 GMT -5
"Thanks man. So Winchester huh? Heh, sounds like this guys last name that my friend Bailey like to hang out with. Something about cholesterol." Fletcher rolled his eyes, hidden behind his arm. Fucking humans and their tongues so tied they couldn't annunciate or even pronounce names right. The name Bailey registered in his mind, but he didn't bother to say anything about being acquaintances with the young boy.
"Hey, you okay? Dude, you're looking a little pale. You know, up at the castle they've got some great healers and I'm sure that they could help you with whatever it is that is in err pain." Fletcher drummed his fingers, trying to ignore the man in front of him. He just wanted to sleep.
He heard a silent gasp of tinged pain, but knew the sound of someone swallowing sharp Brandy.
"This shit is strong. Just what I needed." Fletcher groaned silently, crinkling his nose at the noisy sound of the man gulping down his drink.
"Thanks man. You don't have any idea how much I needed that. I'm telling ya, when a friend tells you he---err she can get knocked up on the drop of a needle? Scares the shit outta a man." Fletcher made a non-committal noise, but decidedly agreeing noise in his throat, just to sound like he was interested. He was a bastard and proud of it.
There was a long pause, which Fletcher was grateful for, before the annoying man spoke again. "You want directions to the castle? I'm on my way back up after I have another drink; I could take you there if you'd like. My name's Kitty. What's yours?"
Fletcher's ears had accustomed to the gentle silence, and the piercing man's lightly accented voice unevened it and stung his ears. Fuck, just can't get a damn break. He looked up, meeting the man's eye with his own blueish-gold.
"I don't need directions, nor do I need a healer. I'm perfectly fine." He growled. "I live there under special housing generously given by Nick and I could care less if your name was "Pussy Wussy", just be done with your business and be gone, you annoying prat." At least he was easy on the eyes.
"And for the record, it's Colechester," He stressed his last name out, keeping eye contact with the man and watching him, "Not cholesterol." He stood. "Good day, si--" His foot slipped beneath him, and he flew forward, catching himself on the bar, but unfortunately in the process catapulting himself over the bloody cedar. He collided with a few barstools, before barreling to the ground with a painful thud.
"Fucking hell, I hate shit-filled evenings." He groaned, wincing as he tried to get up, his ankle no longer sprained but broken and crying out with its abuse.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 14:45:15 GMT -5
"I don't need directions, nor do I need a healer. I'm perfectly fine. I live there under special housing generously given by Nick and I could care less if your name was "Pussy Wussy", just be done with your business and be gone, you annoying prat."
Emerald green eyes flashed in fury at the jab to his name. Rising from his seat he hissed at the other man, "'Pussy-wussy? You son of a botch!" He screeched, not thinking twice about taking another man's drink and splashing it in the face of the other man. "Have a good night, you fucking prat. And you can take your accent and shove it where the sun don't shine!"
Turning on his heels, uncaring of his eyes narrowed to catlike slits or his elongated claws and fangs. Hissing at a random man he made to leave, ignoring the other man's rant. He made to open the door and leave when he heard the crashing of stools and the slamming of a body hitting the ground. His eyes widening in fear he turned with catlike (haha) relexes, jaw dropping at the sight of the other man tangled up in the barstools on the ground.
Gasping he raced over towards the jerk of a man, crouching down to peer into his beautiful eyes, Kitty's own full of fear for the man. "Shit man! You flew right over that bar!" Not thinking twice, he scooped the other man into his arms bridal style, wavering at the sudden weight of the man.
"Fuck you're heavy. No offence but you might wanna cut down on them mixed nuts. Now which room is yours?"
(ooc: have permission to power play here.)
"Put. Me. Down. Now."
"Look, I know you're upset man but you ain't no fair little maiden. You have to weigh as much as me, maybe even more. Is it in that back room or upstairs."
"I can walk myself! I don't need your help! Now put me down!"
"So I take that as an upstairs?"
"Me. Down. Now!!!"
"Okay! Upstairs it is then!" Kitty stated cheerfully, hissing at the weight of the other man. He managed to climb the stairs on shaky legs, stumbling into the first vacant room he could find and falling onto the bed with the other man, yelping as the 'Sexy Bartender' landed right ontop of him.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry. Here, just roll over carefully and lay back while you let me take a look at that ankle." Kitty squirmed out from underneath the other man and pushed back the pub owner, not taking no for an answer. Once the other man was situated he smiled brightly and moved to the end of the bed, taking a seat and reaching out to touch the other man's vans-clad foot.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 15:02:22 GMT -5
Fletcher opened his eyes to greet the emerald hues of the other man, and gave a gruff growl.
"Shit man! You flew right over that bar!" Fletcher wanted to say, 'No shit, sherlock,' when he was suddenly swept into the other man's arms. Vulnerability kicked in, and he struggled, thrusting his weight around.
"Fuck you're heavy. No offence but you might wanna cut down on them mixed nuts. Now which room is yours?" Dean let go a threatening growl.
"Put. Me. Down. Now."
"Look, I know you're upset man but you ain't no fair little maiden. You have to weigh as much as me, maybe even more. Is it in that back room or upstairs." Fletcher sneered, peeling back his lips. His eyes waned to a darker blue-gold and he moved his hand to slash the man.
"I can walk myself! I don't need your help! Now put me down!"
"So I take that as an upstairs?" Fuck the claws. He moved in to sink his teeth into the man's neck.
"Me. Down. Now!!!"
"Okay! Upstairs it is then!" Fletcher pulled away, rolling his eyes, a anger welling. What was this guy, retarded? Fuck. Suddenly, he was bouncing in Kitty's arms as he was being taken upstairs, and when they came to his room a thought struck him. Just as Kitty went to put him down on the bed, he twisted around and landed on the man. Fucking cat.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry. Here, just roll over carefully and lay back while you let me take a look at that ankle." Fletcher watched him, another evil idea settling in his skull. He waited until the man was at his feet and reaching for his ankle, when he stretched out his leg swiftly, landing a kick where pride was all that mattered.
[OOC: Permission to powerplay]
He smirked as the man yelped with pain and collapsed, his hands instinctively grasping at his abused crotch. Fletcher snorted, pushing himself up and keeping off his awkward ankle.
"I told you, I require no help." He sneered, and as he was leaving, a hand caught around his wounded ankle, and yanked. A sharp pain ricocheted through him, and he found himself kissing the floor for the third time today and groaned, the wind knocked out of him. Rising on his elbows, he looked over his shoulder.
"You're gunna wish you never did that, cat." He growled, his eyes flickered a shade of pale beige, reflective in the dull light of the room, before unlatching to his normal color.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 15:14:15 GMT -5
Kitty saw stars as his balls were lost somewhere inside of him as the bartender nailed him in the crotch. Moaning he fell to the floor. Everything was a blurr to him and he vaguely heard a warning about the bastard not needing his help. A single tear of pain rolled down his eye and hissing dangerously he reached out a hand, purposely grabbing the other man's wounded ankle and yanking hard enough for the black and white haired man to sail down onto his face.
Kitty rolled onto his back, laughing hystarically at the astounded look on the other man's face. Tears of mirht formed in his eyes and he could only laugh all the more. "Oh god, big tree fall hard!" He drawled out in that slightly southern accented voice of his.
"You're gunna wish you never did that, cat."
"It's mister Kitty Kat to you pal!" He hissed,m not caring about how the other man had known about him being a cat. Releasing a vicious cry that resembled that of a warrior going off to start a battle, Kitty pounced across the room, a loud 'POOF! heard and white smoke seen before Kitty landed on the other man's face, hissing as he scratched at the other man's face.
"I'll teach you to mess with me! Stupid bitch!" He roared, sinking fangs into the lean man's muscle corded neck and glorying in the droplets of blood that ran down both hsi chin and the other man's neck.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 15:25:45 GMT -5
"It's mister Kitty Kat to you pal!" Fletcher hadn't really expected a cat to fly. He barked with surprise when the small animal collided with his face and claws gouged at his skin.
"I'll teach you to mess with me! Stupid bitch!" He let out a sharp, baritone but brutesque yelp at the sudden fangs in his neck, and that was all it took. He crumbled to the floor in a mass of breaking bones, and stood once more in wolf form. He snarled, whipping his head to and forth as if he was mauling a chew toy, and whipped the kitten off, a deep roar bursting from his larynx. He turned, his shoulder blades alternating their protrustion in his shoulders as he advanced, pressing a massive paw to the small body, holding fast so the weight wouldn't move.
I'm going to pay? He made a noise of canine amusement. Sorry if I'm incorrect, but it's not me on the floor, pinned beneath 200 hundred pounds of pure beast. A bit of drool from his hunger dribbled down his chin and he let go a laugh.
[OOC: Permission to power play]
I'm gunna eat you. He growled, sounding a bit insane to his own ears.
"Excuse me?" Fletcher let out a howl of laughter, thrusting his neck back. The cords in his throat popped out with his exposation of his victory. He whipped his head back down, his teeth coming terrifyingly close to the kitten's face.
Get in my belly! He snorted in the feline's face. He watched in amusement as the small face contorted into something of fear.
He gave a wolfish grin, showing his entire jaw of fangs, and stroked a claw along Kitty's ears, flicking the top before he smoothed the back with the pad of said claw. How am I gunna eat you? People would suspect him sadistic.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 16:26:17 GMT -5
"Get in my belly!"[/color]
Kitty couldn't help it but laugh at that, his little body shuddering underneath the weight of the wolf. "Dude! That's hilarious! Now how about you take that comedy act somewhere other than on my back? You're fucking up my spine man." Wasit really al that insane of him to not fear the werewolfe? He was in fact a little kitten of just barely 8 pounds but to be completely honest he couldn't have cared less.
That was, until the stupid mutt had the nerve to touch his ears. Scratching them and flicking them and smoothing that big, sexy paw over the smooth furr. Kitty groaned in pleasure, instinctively rubbing down against the carpet, hard as stone.
"How am I gunna eat you?"
It was like a slap of ice water across his face. The stunning realization that not only was some dog trying to decide what seasoning he was going to spread over him before biting into his tender kitten flesh, but he was actually getting turned on by it! "Oh hell no!"
Hissing he let out a noise resembling a low, 'Rawr!' before sinking his fangs into the harry paw and scratching at the sensitive skin right by the cuticles of it. Hissing once more for good measure he somehow managed to squirm out from underneath the dog and scooted far underneath the bed, laying flat on his belly to hide his little erection as he panted heavily from the heavy exertion it had taken to be released.
"You stay away from me! I didn't do anything wrong to you! I just wanted to help but hey man, it's fine by me if you're too big of a loner to really want someone else's help. Just leave this room for a minute so I can change into something more decent and then you'll be free of me. Now doesn't that sound like a plan? Hey buddy, you don't have to thank me for my smarts just get your bitch ass out so I can get dressed."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 17:12:41 GMT -5
Fletcher perked his ears at the sudden rebelliance on behalf of the feline, and let out a startled growl at the assail his paw underwent. He lifted it to try and avoid any more pain. Unfortunately, it wa sjust what the damn cat needed.
Fletcher snorted, and limped back, trying to avoid pressuring his injured ankle, which seemed to be having the shittest luck. The cat had managed to hook it. His eyes followed the Kitty as he darted beneath the safety of the bed.
"You stay away from me! I didn't do anything wrong to you! I just wanted to help but hey man, it's fine by me if you're too big of a loner to really want someone else's help. Just leave this room for a minute so I can change into something more decent and then you'll be free of me. Now doesn't that sound like a plan? Hey buddy, you don't have to thank me for my smarts just get your bitch ass out so I can get dressed." Fletcher snarled at the insult, and returned to the blank face he had developed on his canine features, before he snorted hard enough to bristle. He wasn't planning on leaving the room.
In fact, he leapt onto the bed, and just laid down. He suddenly arched when his entire ribcage expanded outward, stretching his skin and unintentionally let out a howl of pain.
[OOC: Permission to powerplay]
From the bottom of his gaze, he could see a white head pop up above the bed. He didn't see if it stayed before he jerked again, his jaw breaking and sinking into his skull. Transformations always hurt. By the time he was done, he was on his hands and knees, shirtless, and panting from such an exertion, the odd whimper or breath of pain still emitting from his throat. Transforming didn't make it easier on his ankle. A hand on his shoulder made him realize that, fuck, the man could see the scars marring his back and in his panic, swung around, wincing at the jolt.
He laid back, his leg weilding the injured ankle twitching. He had let it wane for a few days during the sprain. The break definately didn't help.
He couldn't see the man through his blurred vision. But he knew the man was saying something, or asking something. Whatever. He nodded.
"Sure," He wasn't even aware of what he was saying sure to.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 18:04:40 GMT -5
Kitty felt the pressure on the bed and gasped as it sunk low, pressing the already low matress farther into the floor, pushing him down lower on his belly. A shrill cry was heard and his curiousity peeked, Kitty popped a head out from under the bed to peer up at the changing man. He gasped at the sight before him, completely enthraled by the fascination that was in the form of the changing wolf.
Yet the pain in the now fully changed man's eyes was enough to drive Kitty from underneath the bed and to quickly shift into his human form. The other man was hunched over on the bed and Kitty ran a hand over his bare back, in awe at the scars that covered it. Then suddenly that blond/black haired male was flipping onto his back, legs spread down and swollen ankle visually throbbing.
"Fuck man, you've gotta let me take a look at this. My Papa, he's a healer and he taught me a few things. Come on man, you don't really have all that much of a choice. Unless of course you dig the whole pain thing. Works fine for me. I'm not the one with the screwed up ankle."
"Sure."
Kitty's jaw nearly hit the ground at that and he had to shake his head to clear it. Nodding curtly he swallowed hard before moving to the end of the bed, completely forgetting that he was totally in the buff. He wouldn't have cared either way though because it wasn't like the world was full of men like himself and if the other man saw him naked then he'd probably care very little for the sight.
Rubbing his hands together he clapped them once, smiling brightly at the sprawled out man. "Well! Let's get cracking!" He offered cheerfully, sitting down at the end of the bed and taking the ankle into his lap, holding the leg tightly to be sure that no more damage was paid to his family jewels.
Kitty winced at the obvious knowledge that the ankle was indeed broken and would need to be set and splinted. Luckily, his Papa had taught him how to do just that without to much pain caused. It was quick, it was easy and it would hopefully make the Werewolfe drowsy enough to not want to eat him after he repositioned the bone.
Clearing his throat he explained what he was going to have to do in as specific of terms as he could. "Well this is how it goes. Ankles broken, I know how to fix it and you're not going to bitch about it or I'm out of here and you're stuck with a broken ankle?Any questions? Didn't think so." He reached over to the nightstand and grabing a candle holder made of wood -smaaarrrttt- he shoved it between the other man's teeth, explaining simply, "So you don't scream and can focus your energy onto that holder instead of your ankle."
And then he was gone, disappearing from the room and rushing down the stairs to the bar, hoping over it and looking around for material, splints just the right side and some brandy. Once he had found everything that he would need, he was racing up the stairs once again, wondering briefly why the one last occupant of the pub had been staring at him like he'd wanted to devoir him. Kitty knew he was attractive but he didn't usually get looks that intense. Shrugging it off, he entered the room with a smile and got to work.
Shoving the bottle into the other man's hand he stated simply, "Drink." Kitty went to the end of the bed and stared down at the ankle, swallowing his distaste for the task at hand. Rubbing his hands together he shut his eyes and began a silent chant that his father had taught him to go along with his Papa's healing methods. His green eyes blazed with fire as they opened and electricity raced through him and into his hands as he reached down and in one swift movement, set the bone of the ankle, wincing at the crack it made. He quickly splinted it up, staring up at the other man pitifully.
He got up from the bed and stood there naked infront of the other man, a pink flush covering him as he mumbled softly, "Sorry if it hurt."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 18:23:37 GMT -5
He watched the naked man, slightly amused but hiding it that the man wasn't caring of his nudeness. Certainly put the cock in cocky. He watched the man rub his hands, almost excitedly perhaps.
"Well! Let's get cracking!" Bad pun, Fletcher thought. He smirked at the fact that Kitty was being wary of his foot. Silence drifted between them as his ankle was inspected, and he jumped slightly when he spoke, havign adjsuted to silence.
"Well this is how it goes. Ankles broken," I know that.
"I know how to fix it and you're not going to bitch about it or I'm out of here and you're stuck with a broken ankle?Any questions? Didn't think so." Hence my reason I didn't bitch at you, smartass.
He had rolled his eyes, but when he looked back, he had a sudden height and width in his mouth, making him wrinkle his brow in surprise and flash a 'wtf?!' look at Kitty.
"So you don't scream and can focus your energy onto that holder instead of your ankle." Dean made a noise in his throat as an 'oh, I get ya'. Then suddenly, Kitty was gone, and Dean was alone. He stretched himself out a bit more, leaning his torso up a bit and relaxing himself. He felt quite calm.
Suddenly, something --a bottle?--was thrust in his hands and he looked up at Kitty curiously.
"Drink." He was told, and had no problem doing so. He watched Kitty from behind the bottle as he went through with some sort of ritual, and grinned, suspecting the rapid fly of hands. Just as he suspected, the ankle was craddled and a snap echoed in the air. Fletcher blinked, so use to minor pain that it didn't bother him, but the relief was certainly there and damn, it felt like an orgasm.
"Sorry if it hurt." Flecther shrugged, chewing on the stick like a toy. He opened an eye, chuckling roughly at the site of the naked man.
"'Eerou're nahkid." He said, muffled, around the stick. He cocked a brow, and raised himsel onto his elbows.
"You said you lived at the castle, correct? If I am, what are you there?" He was curious. Realizing there was still a stick in his mouth, and how it was making his jaw ached, he inclined his head for the man to remove it.
His scars were beginning to itch, and he hadn't meant to make the fact known, but his back demanded it. He rotated his shoulders and back agaisnt the comforter, gathering friction.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 19:30:35 GMT -5
"'Eerou're nahkid."
Kitty furrowed his brow as the words spun through his head before widening his eyes as realization dawned on him. His lips formed an, 'oh' shape and he chuckled werilly. "Heh, sorry bout that man, I would've gotten something on if I realized this type of thing made you uncomfortable."
Kitty was about to go and pulling on his pants when the handsome Mr. 'Wolf' spoke to him.
"You said you lived at the castle, correct? If I am, what are you there?"
His eyes widening at the question he hesitated, moving a little towards his pants and then closer to the man on the bed before deciding to move over to the bed and take the wooden candle holder from his mouth. Patting the slobbered on object on the pad of his hand he hesitated with his answer. Did he really trust this werewolfe enough to give out such personal information such as that?
He sighed and looked down at his feet before whispering, "I'm a perminant resident at Cashel Castle. Nick he... He took me in when I came to get away from my parents. I love them to death but just seeing two men so happy together and full of so much love was too confusing. I'm not the most innocent of guys and Nick he accepts me for who I am. My parents never really liked my sleeping with guys but it wasn't like I was constantly bottoming or anything. I'm not stupid and after that one time, I refused to trust someone again to well, you know... I guess I'm the castle slut to put it mildly." He laughed fakely, trying to rid the awkwardness from the room. "Hope you don't mind having a queer slut for a doctor."
He shifted uncomfortably, waiting for permission to dress. 'Dude, you're 18, just go get your clothes on man. What can this guy do? He's the one in the splint.'
"You aren't going to try and eat me are you? Now that you know where I live and all."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 19:41:05 GMT -5
"I'm a perminant resident at Cashel Castle. Nick he... He took me in when I came to get away from my parents. I love them to death but just seeing two men so happy together and full of so much love was too confusing. I'm not the most innocent of guys and Nick he accepts me for who I am. My parents never really liked my sleeping with guys but it wasn't like I was constantly bottoming or anything. I'm not stupid and after that one time, I refused to trust someone again to well, you know... I guess I'm the castle slut to put it mildly." The laugh he heard was so rehearsed he almost laughed. "Hope you don't mind having a queer slut for a doctor."
Fletcher made a noise in his nostrils that meant to be a snort. "Didn't need to know your life story," He said quietly, but amusedly. He noticed how uncomfortable Kitty looked and grinned, showing of a large inscisor.
"You aren't going to try and eat me are you? Now that you know where I live and all." Fletcher threw his head back and laughed. He rolled his torso off the bed and gingerly stood on his fixed ankle.
"Bah. You're hot 'n' easy on the eyes. Why not keep you around?" He paused, than chuckled, "Even if you are a pussy," He smirked, but felt exetremely chilled and discomforted with the fact his back was on exhibit. He limped awkwardly to his row of clothes, and picked out a shirt after a few minutes.
"Think you can help me down the stairs?" He didn't face him as he swung his shirt on over his head and fit his arms through. Damn thing was the only one clean and it was a tanktop from Baiely who got it from some dude named Jayruud or whatever.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 20:05:58 GMT -5
Kitty watched as the other man got to his feet, his eyes big and almost innocent looking. People liked to think he had sincere eyes, even if they were full of cockiness and all that other bullshit.
"Bah. You're hot 'n' easy on the eyes. Why not keep you around?"
Kitty grinned at the compliment. "Well you know, I'd like to say I try but I fear this beautiful gift from the gods is all natural, baby." He winked at the other man, although he was still feeling a little awkward standing there naked. And the statement about him being hot had him wondering if this wolf boy was into guys as well. Now that was something to get him to rush into his pants.
"Even if you are a pussy."
"Hey! I am not a pussy! I'm a feline! There's a difference obviously you stupid, uhh err pooch!" Kitty pouted, folding his arms across his chest before realizing that his clothes lay right beneath the other man's feet. The werewolfe turned to dress and Kitty looked away from the scars in a sense of respect. Nobody gained those scars without due reason and Kitty had a feeling that however the other man had gotten them, he hadn't gone down without a fight.
"Think you can help me down the stairs?"
Kitty looked up from his feet and turned wide eyes on the other man. "Sure man, whatever you need. But uhh, could you, you know, toss me over my clothes? You're stepping on them."
Kitty flushed full bodily as he waited to recieve his clothing. "Nice wife beater." He stated, honestly liking the shirt. then forgetting that this man may not have known the slang for the shirt he corrected himself. "I mean the shirt, it's pretty sweet."
Fidgetting he didn't know wether to cover himself as he waited for his clothing or not. Suddenly, a wind picked up and tossed his necklace from his neck to the floor, causing Kitty to yelp in surprise before bending over quickly to wrap it up within his fingers once again. Straightening and turning around he smiled at the other man, explaining, "It's a guardian charm that my father gave to me before I left. When I wear it, it's like him and Papa are with me." Kitty fixed the necklace back onto his neck, smiling in satisfaction as he hooked it on right.
"Since you know my name is Kitty Kat, wouldn't you think it only right to share your name too?" He smiled his shit eating grin, hoping that the other man would give him his clothes soon as his embaressment for his nude state grew all the more with every passing moment.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 20:19:31 GMT -5
"Sure man, whatever you need. But uhh, could you, you know, toss me over my clothes? You're stepping on them."
'Bout time you asked for 'em." He murmured, reaching for his spiked collar which respectively belonged around his neck. The marks deluded there proved it.
"Nice wife beater." He cocked a brow. "I mean the shirt, it's pretty sweet." He rolled his eyes. How more awkward could this guy feel?
His ears twitched against his head at the sound of something clinking agaisnt the floor, and he turned his head sharply to see what. Kitty was jsut standing with a charm in his hand. "It's a guardian charm that my father gave to me before I left. When I wear it, it's like him and Papa are with me."
"Look, kid," He made sure he was looking him in the eye, "I don't care." He nodded, a bright smile on his face, before he turned around again to adjust his collar, watching himself in the reflection from his basin.
"Since you know my name is Kitty Kat, wouldn't you think it only right to share your name too?" Fletcher kicked his leg back, his feet catching the clothes and in turn tossing them to the kid. He fixed the cuffs he put on, than turned to Kitty, an eyebrow cocked.
"I told you, it's Colechester." He tilted his head, before noting how naked the other man was, before turning around to face the wall again to give him some dignity.
"You mistaked is for cholesterol." He leaned heavily on his uninjured leg and crossed his arms. "I'm guessing you're the one Bailey doesn't shut his mouth about." He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers climbing under his collar. He moved them down to feel the upraised tissues of deluded scars, sneering with disgust for himself.
"A bit of a mouth and an ass that kid's got on him, eh?"
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Post by Kitty on Apr 9, 2007 20:44:19 GMT -5
"Thank you." He smiled as he leaned down to pick up his clothing, holding it against his chest.
"I told you, it's Colechester. You mistaked it for cholesterol."
Kitty chuckled at that, giving a, 'Ah well,' shrug, smiling brightly. He motioned with his finger for the other man to turn around and could only smile all the broader as Colechester did just that. He shrugged on his shirt first, rolling his shoulders so that the tight material of the long sleeved shirt fit properly. Then, he tugged on a pair of loose yet well fitted fadded blue jeans he'd taken from one of the 'future' labeled drawers in his room.
He plopped down onto the bed and began to tug on his shoes before the other man spoke.
"I'm guessing you're the one Bailey doesn't shut his mouth about."
Kitty snapped his fingers, finally recognizing who this guy was. "You're Fletcher Dean! Fletcher Dean Colechester, now I remember you! Oh gosh, the hair should've given it away and if not for that then the attitude most definitely. It's nice to finally meet the guy who's got little Bailey all worked up. I swear, the kid wants to be just like you."
"A bit of a mouth and an ass that kid's got on him, eh?"
"Who? Bailey? Hmm, I supose so, but he's more a little brother to me than anything else. I'm the man, he's the kid, you know? I'd feel like I was violating him to like him like that. Specially with the fact the kids so damned cute and innocent and just adorable. Everyone loves him." Kitty smiled brightly at the thought of his other friend. He reached for his leather jacket, tugging it on and shruggin it into a more comfortable fit before stating, "Well I'm ready, how bout you?"
He bowed down low in a joking manner. Offering his arm he stated with an air of sophistication, "You're chairiet (sp?) awaits you."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 21:01:24 GMT -5
"Who? Bailey? Hmm, I supose so, but he's more a little brother to me than anything else. I'm the man, he's the kid, you know? I'd feel like I was violating him to like him like that. Specially with the fact the kids so damned cute and innocent and just adorable. Everyone loves him." Fletcher rolled his shoulders, before turning to face him. He wore those skinny jeans that one kid had brought and a pair of his shoes. Modern day kids had all the cool shit.
"Well I'm ready, how bout you?" He watched him bow and wrinkled his brow. He wasn't one for humor. "You're chariot awaits you."
"Ooohkaay." He drawled it out, his lips forming an 'o' at the side of his mouth at the end. "You're humor is NOT appreciated right now for me in this state, and therefore if you do not drop you're smart alec shit, I'll drop you where you stand." He limped over to him, a smirk-turning-smile playing his lips and betraying him as he stood awkwardly near the other guy.
"How does this go?" Last time he'd touched someone in an unintmate way was 'bout 697 years ago, if memory didn't fail him.
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