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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:38 am
He flinched - for a moment he seemed poised to fly into a fit of rage...then it passed, the anger disappearing with the slump of his shoulders. "No. You wouldn't." Whether the pronouncement was agreement or protest was unclear, but he unfolded to reach a paw towards the plate before stopping short, "No forks?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:41 am
He accepted the statement casually, and raised an eyebrow at him when the question came. "Aren't you demanding now," he chuckled, stabbing another strawberry. "Use your hands!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:33 am
"Paws," he corrected primly, though the resumption of his trajectory signalled acquiesence - at least, until he jabbed a digit at the jaguar instead: "What could I expect a Neanderthal like you to know about cutlery, anyway?" slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
It was a brief moment of minor bravado - woefully undone as he finally laid hold of a strawberry only to have it bounce across the bed and over the edge with a tremour of his paw. "Dammit," he hissed, flushing unhappily, "sorry. I'm a mess..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:02 am
"Opposable thumbs," he retorted, reaching over to retrieve a distinctly inedible strawberry from the floor. It was quickly bundled into a tissue and put away - and another, suspended on an extended claw, was skilfully dipped and offered. "Us cats have Swiss army knife-like tendencies; I can open cans, too."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 11:32 am
He rocked back on his heels, startled by the offer - then, slowly leaning onto his paws, ears flat and pointed back, he crept over to the strawberry, full and tantalising on the lethal point. The coating of chocolate gleamed, swelled, pulling off the fruit to drip - no, he darted in and nipped it off the claw before that could happen, then sprang back with an arm across his face as if expecting a blow.
None was forthcoming - he blinked, shrugged, took a moment of pure satisfaction to enjoy the sinful coupling of chocolate and berry...then he gasped to squeak in incredulity: "That's it? It wasn't a trap? You didn't do that so you could...could bite me? Or...I don't know - mess up my hair or something?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 12:53 pm
There was an amused glint in his eyes as he poached another for himself. "It might be handy to note that I currently have fondue and a lit candle on my lap, and I'm not quite keen on moving too much in case of spillage on areas below waist, which is supremely undesirable." There was a interval for consumption before he continued. "And hey, I want you to eat more than one. There's a lot of chocolate in here and fat cats are not attractive. Another?" He waved a second strawberry about, suspending the chocolate in motion.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 1:57 pm
He stared at the terror he'd grown up with; searched his face for a sign of mischief, of an elaborate joke that would come unravelling upon his head - none, only the proffered strawberry, its chocolate sheen kept carefully intact.
This - this was something he had never thought he would confront.
He sank back into the sheets, sweet treat forgotten as he turned awkwardly away...right now, he couldn't bear to meet that unusually artless gaze, "Maxwell...you've changed."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:16 am
"You don't want it then," he popped it in his mouth and chewed on it slowly as he considered the bunny's statement. Ears that had perked up had swivelled down; he wondered in a deliberate nonchalance: "Really? You think so? I hadn't noticed myself."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 5:36 am
"Well...other than the fact that you've never even thought of apologising before," he leaned forward onto his paws, ears drooping as he moved to avoid his inquiring eyes, "you...you're away from the shop a lot more than you used to be...you don't tell us where you've gone, when you're going...sometimes you don't come home at night..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:28 am
"I suppose the time is past for gnawing on body parts and making bunny boys cry," he winked, though to no effect, "...and well, I - I'm busy the same way I've always been." An extended claw was poised above a glistening strawberry, suspended in thought. "Besides, how do you know I don't come home at night?" His voice turned playful, and the fruit was swiftly taken.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:31 am
"T-that's not the point!" he flushed, swatting irately - if ineffectually - at him, "you know I work a little late sometimes...if it's 5am and your room's empty when I go to get a drink, obviously you've been away for the night!"
He sulked in the face of the jaguar's amusement for a second...then the ire subsided and he continued, tracing idle circles on the duvet, "But that's not all I mean...you...you even talk differently now...you don't get angry so often, you...you just -" he pulled his fingers shut abruptly, tilting his head to a side, "b-but I guess if you're busy the same way you've always been...it's still women, huh? Is there someone I - w-we should know about? I mean - if s-she's made you so different," a breathless little laugh, "she must be something really special…"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 8:51 am
"That sounds legit enough, at least." He dodged the half-hearted swat and looked to the side momentarily to listen to his elaboration - he shifted slightly and smiled with his fangs for better familiarity. "Come on, you know me...no woman could be that important; but still, I'll tell you this." He dipped his head and glanced upwards purposefully. "There're many more things outside this - this place -" a small but demonstrative sweep of his paw, "that give purpose, and I'm gradually discovering all of them, some of which beyond my wildest imaginings."
When he straightened up, his eyes were glittering that harsh gold again, a wash of pleasurable humour across his features. "Is that alright for you? Does that work? Please eat? Man, the chocolate is getting hot!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 12:08 pm
Coming from just about any other, the speech would have been maudlin - perhaps from a talented orator, it could have been inspirational. Coming from the jaguar, it was...impossible. "Maxwell..." he started, but couldn't find the words. He could only manage "...you really have changed."
He looked down, a little lost, an unnameable emotion tightening his chest - he could not name it, so he hid it instead, reaching out to take a strawberry, mindful of the quiver of his paws this time. The operation was successful; he popped it into his mouth thankfully. Chocolate, he decided, is a great comfort in all times of need.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 1:42 pm
"Well, now that you've dredged up my personal secrets," he said as he licked a strawberry, tongue rasping against the red surface, "it's only fair that I do the same. Juli..."
The fruit was halfeaten as he peered earnestly at him. "Juli, I'm serious here - are you gay?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:05 pm
He'd been reaching for another bite, but when the question hit, his paw jerked back as if it'd been stung. "W-why're you asking me this?" he stammered, increasingly flustered as his cheeks stained deep crimson, "it d-doesn't have anything to do with anything w-we're talking about!"
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