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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 22:23:04 GMT -5
Quaxo pouted, shoving Tumble playfully and sticking out his tongue. He pulled away from him and ran off across the piano, giggling quietly as he leapt out into the snow.
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Plato nodded, glancing out in the general direction of the restaurants. "Are you sure you wanna go out that far? I mean, it's really close to the Monniks..."
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 22:29:50 GMT -5
"Hey!" Tumble gave chase, running after Quaxo and nipping at his tail.
"But it's still in Jellicle territory," Munkustrap said. "We'll be fine. I've got your back, you've got mine."
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 22:31:25 GMT -5
Quaxo yelped quietly, falling into a snowpile and turning to Tumble. He tackled the other tom, pinning him to the ground. Tumble would easily be able to get out of it, though, since the tuxedo cat was so much smaller than him.
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Plato nodded and smiled a little, patting Munk's shoulder before gesturing toward the exit. "Shall we go, then?"
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 22:34:02 GMT -5
Tumble easily flipped them over, pushing Quaxo lightly into the snow. "Gotcha!"
Munkustrap nodded and began walking along the alleys, preferring the near-empty paths over the busier human streets. There were still a few streets they had to cross, though, a few noisy cars they'd have to dodge. Munkustrap also had to shy away from the sticky fingers of a human kitten with a stick in its mouth.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 22:38:13 GMT -5
Quaxo smiled, reaching one paw up to pull Tumble into a soft kiss. "Good." he whispered, kissing him again and wriggling from his arms. "Gotta catch me!" he squealed, running.
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Plato followed, watching intently for mice or rats.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 22:40:19 GMT -5
Tumble grinned again - was his reward for catching Quaxo going to be a kiss? He sprinted after the black tom again, his movements in the deep snow much surer than they were at the start of winter.
Munkustrap jumped up onto one of the trashcans and knocked a lid off, sniffing around for anything that could be foraged and brought back. Mice and rats were all well and good, but chicken sandwiches were delicious, too.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 22:45:23 GMT -5
Quaxo giggled, diving into a deep pile of snow and burying himself in it, just making a spot for his white face so he could watch Tumble. He suppressed giggles, biting his lip.
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Plato did the same, finding a half-eaten ham sandwich and grabbing it. He held it up triumphantly and looked over to Munkustrap. "Look what I found."
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 22:49:46 GMT -5
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Tumble said, slowing down and looking around. It really wasn't too hard to figure out where Quaxo was - snow was horrible at hiding footprints - but Tumble still pretended to be clueless as he padded toward the other tom.
Munkustrap sniffed the sandwich and smilled. "Excellent job, Plato. Let's see if we can find anything else. The bread could probably be used as bait for mice."
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 22:55:05 GMT -5
Quaxo popped out, giggling quietly and flicking his tail. "Tumble, you know you can see me!" he laughed, moving toward the other tom and nuzzling him gently. That was all he got before Quaxo bounded off again, smirking.
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Plato gave a nod, jumping to the edge of another trash can and sniffing around for more food.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 22:57:11 GMT -5
Tumble chased after Quaxo again, laughing and not letting that white-tipped tail out of his sight. "I'll catch you this time!"
Munkustrap batted aside some greasy papers and leaned down to pull out a piece of fried fish. He checked it over, and when it didn't look or smell bad, he added it to the sandwich. "Maybe one more piece," he said. They still had to carry the food back.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 23:00:55 GMT -5
Quaxo giggled, shaking his head. "No you won't!" he called back, though he stopped, letting Tumble catch up to him.
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Plato nodded, holding onto the sandwich and glancing back toward the Junkyard. They were pretty far from the entrance, and that worried him a little.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 23:02:05 GMT -5
Tumble didn't stop and barrelled into Quaxo, knocking him into the snow and rolling them over several times, laughing.
Munkustrap pulled away from the can he was sniffing in with a grimace. "Yuck. Smells like something died in this one."
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 23:04:13 GMT -5
Quaxo let out a little scream, landing with his face planted in the snow. He sat up, coughing a little, then turned to Tumble with a pout on his face. "Meanie!" he squealed, batting Tumble's nose. "You're a buttface."
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Plato winced and turned away, going to yet another can. "Here's something," he said, reaching into it and grabbing a little steak. "It smells decent."
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 23:05:58 GMT -5
"You okay?" Tumble asked, ducking between Quaxo's bats to kiss his nose.
Munkustrap nodded. "This will be good, then. Let's get back." He glanced behind him, down the alley toward Monnik land, scanning the shadows to make sure there were no Monniks waiting to jump out at them once they turned their backs.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 23:08:09 GMT -5
Quaxo nodded and leaned up, pecking Tumble's lips. "Yeah, I was just messing with you," he giggled, nestling into the soft white snow.
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Plato nodded, walking backwards until they were far enough away from the borders. He entered the Junkyard, still carrying the food.
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