@ Mother.Of.Dragons @ Jaguar's Heart
[yay, birthdays all around!]
Maverick
Maverick glanced at the bedroom door in a pitying fashion. Poor Angel really hated being left alone. He could understand. After all, she’d been alone for so long. “It might be easier on her if we left, she can probably hear us outside and doesn’t know why we won’t play with her.” He clambered to his feet, then reached down to her. “We don’t have to be social if you don’t want to,” he added, not really caring either way. It was his family, so he’d like to spend time with them, but with all the new people he wasn’t really sure what to do. But whatever happened, as long as Edna was with him, he didn’t care. He could handle it.
Mark, Maddock, Mariah, and Murel
Maddock withheld a smirk at Murel’s reaction. Little did she know that she was the home he’d mentioned. He couldn’t wait to see her face on Christmas. He looked at the kitten in his arms. “Looks like her mom,” he said by way of explanation. Though while the similarity was what had initially drawn him to this particular kitten, her budding personality was also winning over his heart. It was hard to stay objective when she chewed on his finger.
“It’s a date.” Mark leered at her as she left, waiting until she was safely gone before turning back to the food. It was too late to start over completely, but maybe he could salvage some of it? He set to work, throwing out some, remaking what he could, and fixing the rest. He was getting that damn woman cooking lessons for Christmas!
“Well, considering he’s yours, I’d think you’d want to name him,” Mariah said offhandedly. “I told you, he’s your Christmas gift. Can’t take him home yet, but yeah, he’d yours.” He looked away, as if embarrassed by the show of kindness. He was so used to being the tough one. What was it about her that made him act this way? He liked seeing her smile. He glanced around the room, then caught sight of Ben hugging Murel. Protective brotherly instinct flared up and he thought of how to stop it. Her eye, what had happened to her eye? “Hey Murel, hit a doorknob or something?”
Murel snorted, going for amusement to hide her sadness, rather than her typical anger. “And what do I need another pet for?” She asked him. “I already have you!” Though if they were being truthful, she was more like his pet. He was the one taking care of her lately, feeding her, driving her places, tending her wounds.
She was snapped from her thoughts by Mariah’s tease. “That reminds me!” She announced, handing the kitten to Ben. She marched over to Mariah, hands on hips as she glared at him. She watched alarm flash over his face as he stepped away from Faye, getting her out of the line of fire. Smart man. She cocked back her fist, faked at his stomach, then socked him square in the jaw. “No, I did not hit a doorknob!” She snarled. “I hit your fist, jackass! That’s for the black eye, and this-“ she snapped out a kick to his solar plexus that left him wheezing- “is for the cracked ribs! Be lucky I don’t break your knee.”
Matt
“Hmm…” Matt thought a moment. “The record label makes me keep a twitter account and some other social media stuff, I’ve seen other people do that to announce things. It’s a little tacky, but it works?” He waited until the car was off and the coast was clear before stepping out of the vehicle and moving around to her side.
March 30th, 2015 at 05:52am