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 Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:57 am
... It had been nearly seven months now since The Incident That Never Happened.
Some things had changed in the life of Vincent Leschande, and some things hadn't. He was still living a more or less 'normal' life in the doldrums of Erasmus suburbia (despite the fact that said normality was COMPLETELY OUT OF STYLE for him), still snarking along with his bestest guypal in the world (who also doubled for a semi-willing mate) and still managing to find some occasional kicks in harassing the neighbor kids from day to day.
Unfortunately, however, he could no longer touch his toes, bend over properly, or wake up in the morning without a back ache the size of Texas-- seeing as the parasitic life form in his stomach had decided to embark on a merry growth spirt and swell to ungodly proportions over the past two months.
But hey, (literal) pain though it was, he'd dealt with it alright. At least the night terrors were gone now that he'd just given up and taken to camping out in Alex's bed every night (though the horrific beast cat was STILL THERE), and nothing too dreadful had turned up from their chance encounter at the market so long ago...
Until the summons letter showed up on their doorstep, that was.
And the first thought crossed his mind upon opening it?
... Should've mailed him that ******** fork.
From there of course it had been a flurry of screeches and swears and vulgarity to make even the Masters children blush, snarling into the coffee mug full of juice (... it was a weird sweet craving, okay) he'd been nursing over and over again until he nearly bordered hysteric, but...
No.
The LAST thing in the world he wanted was a trip to Xorosho like this... but even with his griping, there'd be no way around it.
Someone had leaked to the family, and s**t was overdue for hitting the fan as soon as he got there.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 3:38 pm
And Alex has been happily sleeping when mailtime had come around. Certainly he had gotten his fair share of random wakings from little things like FOOD CRAVINGS, but he'd left it alone this morning when his 'other half' had woken up to go and ..
.....
.........
Start swearing.
Which he'd been trying to block out at first, burying his head underneath a pillow and plugging his ears with it...
..
But no, he'd been woken, and like the SEMI BLONDE KING he'd been slowly fading out to be in the last month or so, he had to go and wander out to find out what was going wrong in his man-mate's world.
With hilariously messy hair.
Really, messy hair and blonde roots made for very disheveled looking Alexanders. But somewhere there was someone who was getting a good snerk out of Alexander having not fixed his head in the last however long it had been.
Month and a half?
Two months?
Something like that.
"What's with all the swearing? Are you learning to speak sailor?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 4:43 pm
"That ******** stupid dense-a** son of a b***h, I'm going t--"
Surely dear Vincent must have looked just as hilarious to Alex as Alex looked to him right then, curled up in an old chair in the living room with his legs crossed underneath him (it was the only 'withdrawn' position he could manage anymore) with his little juice mug and a sour expression like someone who'd just downed a bag of rotten lemons. Oooh, no, he was not a happy kitten in the slightest.
And he wasn't about to hide it, either.
"Very funny." His words lacked the usual friendliness with the sarcasm, just frowning and yanking a certain horrible doom-saying letter off the coffee table in front of him.
"Just take a look at this, man." And with that he just carelessly (sort of) threw the damn thing at him. "We're ********, you know that? Ha, we're totally <********> God dammit, I'm gonna break Grayson's ******** FACE in, that stupid jackass, can't keep his ******** MOUTH SHUT--..."
Okay, so maybe he was even bordering hysterical at that point with his brooding and snarling and NEAR-CRYING HAAAAET, but could anyone blame him?
That note would be his end. His end, dammit! And Grayson's of course, but his own damn demise seemed a little more worrying-- and s**t, even ALEX'S, probably!
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 6:12 pm
And Alex hissed right back at Vincent's lack of enjoying that sarcastic comment, instead vouching to frown and sit on the couch, picking up the letter that hadn't exactly 'flown' very well.
Big frowns included.
And of course Alex's first thought was soon the exact same thing that Vincent had thought:
Why hadn't he mailed the fork to the douche? It would have solved everything but the beastcat. But nooooo. Now the Leschande family wanted to scope out what was thrusting it's genes into their family and possibly plot destruction that would get them killled.
Because Alex had already firmly established parental bonds over the backache known as baby.
Which sadly had been part of the motivating factors of him having the nursery done earlier than he'd anticipated. But that simply meant that they didn't need to worry about anything else outside of...
...
...
Uhh... Apparently summons.
Which Alexander just set down on their coffee table and sighed over.
"So are we going?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 7:31 pm
AHAHAHAHA, thrusting... Yeah that was a pretty bad (though sadly correct) way of phrasing it. Too bad Vince was in no mood for rotten humor-- or humor of any kind at all-- at the moment, though. Anxiety tended to be a real buzzkill like that.
He didn't even really mean to be that bitter or hissy with Alex (who hadn't done anything wrong short of NOT SENDING THE ******** THREAT FORK), but... uuugh, his head was a mess. His thoughts couldn't stay together. He couldn't even hold his juice mug any more without feeling like he'd drop it, so that went on the coffee table where the source of all their troubles had been sitting beforehand.
Think, think, think...
"I..." He trailed off in a slightly mumble and ran one hand through his hair, probably messing it up (not like he gave a s**t) even more than it already was from sleeping. "I don't know, man... ********, I don't know a damn thing!..."
He needed to breeeeathe, calm down, stop trembling (which was due to both rage AND stress) and think clearly for a bit.
"... They're gonna send someone if we don't show up. They already know where we're living and... just <********>!" HissspitANGERANDINCOHERENCEHERE. "I mean, we can't not, they're not gonna let us off just like that... and I NEED TO BEAT GRAYSON'S ******** FACE IN..."
But oooh, he didn't really want to see any of them. Or have to look that woman in the eye, god.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 8:08 pm
Grumble, grumble, grumble....
.....
Alexander just sighed and stood up, stretching out and frowning flatly. "Well, we're not going anywhere today unless they sent us tickets... so I'm going to take a shower and fix my hair," how girly, but he didn't need to be blonde...., "we can figure our situation after that..."
Ah ha ha.
LITTLE DID THE WORLD KNOW HOW ALEXANDER WOULD COME OUT OF THAT SHOWER. Yes, he was making himself semi-presentable for the other half's family.
Because he didn't come out with BRIGHTREDHAIR OF DEATH...
...
.....
But... Black hair. He'd turned his hair black. And brushed it back into a ponytail to look presentable. Vincent had himself an attractive and less-backroads looking man-mate going for him!
Not to mention one that was only wearing a towel when he came out of the bathroom. ATTRACTIVE SCRATCHYFURRED BLACKHAIRED MAN. Was he purposely aiming to cushion the fail of meeting the family?
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 9:28 pm
Uuuh, well actually there were a couple of tickets shoved into the envelope that awful letter had come from-- but Vince made no mention of it right then, just frowning and mumbling a half-hearted concession to the whole 'WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT IN A BIT' thing before Alex wandered off to go clean up.
And in the meanwhile, he could just... sit there and brood in his chair, one hand rested across his poor swollen middle and the other massaging at either temple. God, this was already giving him a headache like no other.
"You're gonna be the death of me, kid, you know that?..."
But at least the being alone thing meant he could address said middle (and the thing in it) without getting any odd looks. It was just that comment, and maybe a frown and a little testing pat, but... yeah, felt almost guilty to do. Guys didn't do that (aka caustic half-assed borderline doting-on-inevitable behavior) around other people.
After that he just sat there, breathed deep, squirmed on top of the chair cushion for a while and, by the time Alex finally plodded back in, he'd actually managed to calm down a little... just in time to get an eyeful of a towel clad dude with VERY BLACK HAIR...
Wow, well, that was definitely not a sight he'd been expecting, and it earned a good stare, too (of which for the record, NO HE WAS NOT FAWNING)...
"Huh, that looks..." Oh wow, it had actually gotten the kid with the badmouth to trail off, utterly perplexed. "Uh... Different." But then again, in a really weird way, it seemed more 'normal' t-- ... wait, was Alex trying to make himself look proper for these people? Really?
That was... actually an oddly decent sentiment (if not a hopeless and inevitably failed one).
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 10:05 pm
"My kid half-brother would laugh at me looking like this..." Then again, the 'half brother' probably would have laughed even harder at the RETURN OF TEH BLONDE. Not that the brat was around.
Stealing his line of work even. Oh to be an older sibling.
"Now... how dressed should I be getting for today?" he asked flatly, unaware that the question should have been 'SO HOW MANY DAYS SHOULD I BE PACKING FOR?'
Alas, the... 'presentable' gene donor was very much oblivious to the fact he'd probably have a couple of hours to pack and get their sorry little (hopefully dried by then)furry butts to the docks and off to Salig so they could board Xorosho on a docking day.
He really wasn't enthused about the idea. He wasn't even informed.
"Hold on..." He held up one finger as he did his vanishing act to go and... put some pants on, pulling on one of his typical turtlenecks with FANCY SLEEVES as he made his return from the bedroom and..
..
Eyeing the window as though he was considering going and feeding the demoncat.
But instead he settled on the couch again.
"So.. what is our plan?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:22 am
Well of course his kid half-brother would be laughing at him, looking all prim and proper and n-- ... wait, he had a kid half-brother? That was news to Vince who, despite all the months of trials and tribulations, still... didn't actually know too much about the guy's background.
All he'd learned was... huh, something about Zanadu, some stuff on blackmailing well-to-do assholes for a living, killing some gang leader and uh... yeah, now a semi-sibling. That was about it.
"Oh, well..." But he didn't even bother asking into things more-- nope, it wasn't relevant to the here and now and therefore wasn't really important. "Pretty dressed, I guess, 'cause... uh..." He'd conveniently trailed off as Alex vanished to go put his pants on (always a good thing) and dawned some thankfully fancy looking turtleneck, leering at the envelope on the coffee table and sloowly leaning over the pick it up...
Damn tickets. Damn family preparedness to get their fangs into him!
"... Well, I guess we could just use what they sent us," he mumbled, finally pulling the two slips out to offer him. Prepaid and-- ... s**t, was that passenger craft scheduled for THAT EVENING?! They sure cut their mail delivery dates close! "Looks like they want us there pretty bad, huh..."
Yeah, to lynch and drag off for disemboweling, probably. Just the thought made him queazy.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:37 am
Or disembabying. Though said baby was very much... immortal. That thing wasn't going to be dying nor letting either of them die. Hopefully. Bu-
...
.....
What?
"They really pushed their delivery date then.." Alex grumbled, massaging his forehead and pondering over the possibility of delaying it an extra day and claiming they didn't get the letter until the next morning..... Nnngh.
Probably meant he should go and pack.
Which he would do..
...
After breakfast. Since he had a man-mate and a very large parasite (His parasite, hiiiiissss!) to feed before the kid went 'DADDYISHUNGRY' and kicked Vincent in the ribcage or pulled an-
NO.
Either way...
"I'm going to make breakfast. You can start packing up while I do that.. anything in particular you'd like?" Besides everything?
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 2:25 pm
Hey, hey, not just his parasite, but their parasite, dammit! Even if the thing made Vincent's life miserable and fail all the time, it was growing in him, and... maybe he'd even gotten a little attached to it through the months in some weird love-hate-sob-STOP-KICKING-ME way.
He'd just never fess up to it.
"Okay, okay..." Well then, time for him to peel his sorry a** out of the seat, choke down any last urges to BAWL in frustration. But hey-- could've been worse, right? At least he had a supportive... uh... 'partner' to suffer with him? "Eh... whatever you pick'll be fine, really... I'm not that hungry."
That last part was probably the ultimate end-all sign of his true AAAANGST as he shuffled off to the bedroom, lamely flinging open the closet doors and even prying open an old dresser to dig out some proper clothes. Hmmm... a few good pairs of pants (well, what still fit), some loose shirts, a couple of nightgowns (... yes he'd been reduced to feminine nightwear because EVERYTHING ELSE WAS TOO TIGHT), gloves, good shoes, maybe a KNIFE if he could find one...
Because the more he thought about it, the more he very sincerely wanted to gut a certain cousin instead of just breaking his face in.
And hell, for once he didn't even squirm under the squinty mucous laden gaze of that ratty demon beast in the window while he worked.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 2:53 pm
Alexander lamely stared at the pan in the drying rack, picking it up and lamely tossing it (not literally) onto the stove before going about grabbing some 'reasonable' dressings for a breakfast.
Jam, Honey, Toast, a couple of eggs, cinnamon, bacon...
...
Just enough to make a highschool boy go 'GIVE MOAR PLZ' and probably appease both of their stomachs for some time. And of course, there was always the side of milk, which he at least made a point of putting outside for the demoncat.
He didn't even understand that thing.
But while that got about cooking, he also went to retrieve some clothing of his own, watching Vincent in his glum packing of his own before sighing and going about pulling out several (three) pairs of pants of his own as well as his jacket and several..
..
Less black dress shirts.
Seriously, when this was all done his hair would be going to hell and back to get it's coloration back to 'right' again.
But once he'd set those aside it was off to tend the fryingpan again. Less he burn something.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 5:15 pm
Vince had actually managed to time his lameass packing pretty well, too, having more or less crammed a suitcase full of decent clothes and even set out a semi-formal looking change for later (well, as formal looking as a pregnant kid COULD look) on the corner of his bed by the time breakfast was all mostly-sort-of-finished.
There, now all he had to do before they left was... uh... Actually that seemed to be about the gist of it, huh? It wasn't like they had any pets to shove off on neighbors (THE DEMON CAT DID NOT COUNT) or anything...
Having employed the old SIT ON TOP OF IT TO CLOSE technique with his suitcase, he was free to meander back into the kitchen just a minute or so behind Alex, popping up in the doorway with about the closest to pleasantness he could manage... which was a grimace.
"Uh... anything I can do in here, man?"
Good to just throw it out, right? Besides... he'd spent enough days with Alex in the kitchen by now to pick up (VERY) basic skills-- enough to avoid burning things too much, at least, or setting the damn stove on fire.
... That and it was quite possibly another excuse to get his mind off things.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:14 pm
Alexander looked over as Vincent made his entrance, offering his man-mate a slight-smile before motioning to the bacon he'd set out for breakfast purposes.
"You could cook that for me.."
Since he was too busy playing with French Toast and making sure to distribute more sweetness onto a majority he knew would be becoming part of that belly that the 'kid' was toting around with him. So he was being a good 'husband' to make sure it was at least a semi-balanced breakfast.
Which, after making about six pieces of the toast (but no eggs... noooo eggs.. that'd be too much protein), he picked up the plate he'd set it all on, along with the jars of jam and honey (with one hand, amazing motorskills!) to put them on the table.
.....
.......
And then he went to get actual...
..
serving plates. Since they couldn't eat their breakfast on the other plate they were currently left with. Because there was French Toast on it. And then they'd never agree on a level of syrup.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:57 pm
... Oh, hey, looked like he could do something after all! What a semi-pleasant surprise!
"Ah, sure..." And like any good trained housew-- ... HUSBAND the ginger tabby sidled over to take up his little offered job, washing his hands first (and quite vigorously, given the velvet hands) before going to peel some strips off the hunk for pan dumpage. The metal wasn't quite searing hot yet, but that just gave him enough time for another good hand scrubbing (raw meat and all that) before it started to hiss a-- ...
Mmm, that reeeally smelled good already and, funnily enough, actually woke his stomach up enough for a good grumpy FEED PLZ sound.
That and the kid had just kicked him pretty damn hard to drive the point home.
He managed to sit on his hands and tolerate it without a hiss or a grumble (in fact, it was sadly the 'norm') while the stuff sizzled and cooked, actually managing to avoid any burning whatsoever as he dragged them out with a fork to put on... uh... OH! Looked like Alex already had already gotten down some plates, so he could just drop them right on those!
Damn... really, this would've been a pretty pleasant 'start' to the day if there wasn't such a terrible (and INEVITABLE) disaster looming over their heads.
"How many pieces you want, man?..."
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