And we mostly havebit with chips, but it's also commonly eaten with burgers. Lots of people eat it with pizza. Darcie eats it in sandwiches but she's weird. I've sometimes had it with scrambled egg but I don't often have scrambled egg. Fish and chips rarely comes with ketchup . . . I consider fish and chips to be an entirely different thing from either fish or chips. I mean, the fish is different and the chips are different. I wouldn't have ketchup with fish-and-chip chips . . . assuming we're talking about fish and chips from a fish and chip shop, because if you get fish and chips from a restaurant the chips tend to be normal and the fish tends to be a battered version of normal.
So yeah. Chios with ketchup. Rarely fish with ketchup. Rarely fish and chips with ketchup.
My school sells chips on Friday (it's been dubbed"chip Friday") and the school allow you to get ketchup with them, but it's ten pence a squirt and it's not Heinz. Last week I skipped my chemistry lesson because me and Cat walked overbtobthe co op (half an hour away) to buy Heinz tomato ketchup, and she's keeping it in her locker and handing it out to everyone every chip Friday. It's pretty popular - after only one Friday we're already halfway through the bottle. XD
Hm. We never get Kellogg's cereal... But then we shop at Lidl and I don't think they sell branded cereals, so... *shrugs* *doesnt really eat cereal* Agreed about Heinz. :) Although, I'm sure I heard that Ketchup was sweeter in the US than it is over here? Idk. And um, I haven't personally come across anyone who didnt know ketchup to be common?? Also bacon. Ketchup goes on bacon sandwiches a lot. Oh, do other people have attachments to branded mayonnaise? I have a friend who swears by Heinz, and it really creeps out all the Helman's people. :P
@Star: Hm. Our sixth form had chip Friday, too. But then they extended it to chip Wednesdays and Fridays. And then changed Friday to Thursdays so now it's just 'chips in the middle of the week days' and it's a bit rubbish. :) We could get ketchup with those if you get those little sachets for like 20p each. Lots of people got barbecue sauce because it comes in a bottle and it's cheaper and you get more, but it's not the same. :( Heinz ketchup sounds like a Good Deed to me. :) Some of my social circle adopted this little, like, unused cupboard room? between the common rooms. And turned it into a kitchen and a kettle was bought and people would leave biscuits and hot chocolate and stuff with a little note saying 'enjoy :)' and it was super cute for like 2 weeks before everyone forgot about it again.
@Taia: Yeah, Lidl don't really do brands . . . we 90% shop at Aldi nowadays, and really the only things we need to buy from elsewhere on a regular basis are branded things like Kellogg's cereals and Walker's crisps. Our school only gives us ketchup and they give it in a bottle. But at the beginning of the year they didn't even give us ketchup. O_O I don't like mayonnaise, so I wouldn't know. :) :) Awwwhh that cupboard sounds sooo cute.
Cat's sister showed me some screenshots of a text conversation written by Supernatural fans that were meant to be written by Sam and Cas (think momentary fanfic in text form), and it's super funny
Cas: Sam, my mobile device appears to be malfunctioning. Sam: How do you mean, Cas? Everything okay? Cas: I attempt to write one thing and it says another. Sam: Uh, okay... what are you trying to write? Cas: I am trying to say the word Those Fluffy Winged Dickheads. Cas: Those Fluffy Winged Dickheads. Cas: I am not typing that. I am typing Those Fluffy Winged Dickheads. Cas: A N G E L S Cas: This is infuriating. Sam: Uh... You'll have to take that up with Dean, I think. Looks like he messed around with your autocorrect... Cas: I do not even know where That Sexy Beast is located at the time being. Cas: That Sexy Beast. Sam: ...? Cas: D E A N. Please help, Sam. Sam: Sure, just let me... Let me regain the ability to breathe. Cas: In the words of That Sexy Beast, duck you, Sam.
Jingle bells Sherlock fell Cas let go of Dean Amy died The Doctor cried And Merlin was cancelled by BBC
*laughs*
Whenever we watch the earlier Merlin seasons all the magic characters are like "ah Merlin, you have a great destiny. You shall protect Arthur and he will be the Once and Future King and you shall unite the land of Albion" and one of my family members always says "Or not, because the BBC couldn't be bothered to commission another series." Sigh.
Anyone is free and is welcome to come to watch or join
We wanted a safe place to write, but a public one with interaction where people could see and join in if they wished. We really thought that this is important enough to put in a place for everyone
Michael: *gets up and plods to the kitchen* *is hoping the cook was asleep when the fox furry went back, and is really hoping if she wasn't she won't mention how.. Ruffled the returning furry way*
Michael: I see you haven't found yourself a new favourite whore yet. *Walks out the doorway, mumbling under his breath* Guess all of your furries know to avoid scum.
Tresha: *pouts* *shifts a leg behind his, leaning against him* *trips him onto the bed, landing on top of him*
Michael: *cries out loudly, jerking and falling to the floor, dropping the tray, smashing the plate and glass that was on it, cutting himself on the shards by accident*
Michael: *grits his teeth, glaring, fire burning in his eyes* *scoops the rest of the shards that ARENT stuck inside of him onto the tray carefully, picking it up and standing up again*
Michael: *carries the tray downstairs, going into the kitchen* *dumps the tray on the side, growling, looking at his arms, both of which have shards in them* *theres also a few in his shoulders* Arsehole.
Tresha: *kisses his chest gently, but controls herself*
Michael: The count put one on me and Alys when he recaptured Alys and we don't know which sigil removes it and which one kills us. *hisses at a particularly deep shard is removed* *flinches, there's quite a bit of blood*
Tresha: Mmm.. *purrs quietly, drifting off, continuing to purr*
Michael: *puts some waterproof plasters on his arms and hands* *throws the glass shards in the glass bin* *starts washing the few things that require washing*
Tresha: *cuddles closer to him* *is always insanely sleepy after heat, all the energy blazes out and leaves her exhausted* *curls up against him, murmuring* Thank you..
Michael: *finiahes the washing up* I mean, I'm not, right? *tugs on his collar slightly, it's making him feel especially trapped today* *sighs* At least this has helped in a way..
Tresha: *smiles at him* *didnt expect him to keep holding her* *whispers* Oh Flauros.. *smiles, deciding to stay cuddled against him, focusing on him, to his breathing, his heart, his chest as it moves, his strength and energy* *shes so lucky..*
Tresha: I'm sure. *walks to the kitchen and gets out pans* *makes a full English, lots of everything* *including fried mushrooms, which she'll probably steal some of..* *smiles, humming*
Michael: *smiles back, setting his carrots in the pile* What sort of plants grow natural around here?
Tresha: *plates up, grabbing a knife of fork for Flauros, and a steal fork for herself* *walks back and hands the plate to Flauros, along with his cutlery*
Michael: *pauses in the doorway, listening to them laugh and stops, wondering what on earth he's doing..* *shakes his head, emptying his pockets of what he picked*
(Where I’ve been all my life? The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL, The bag is Dior, Agent Provocateur! My address today, L.A. by the way, above Sunset Strip, The hills are the way. My rings are..., it makes the head turn, They all say: darling, what did you do to those pearls? What? I am a good girl!
The age I adore, the day I’ll …. Breakfast… and…..for sure! The chateau for cocktails, the court yard at night, ....for dinner, …is divine! You know I have found, The words go around, They all say my feet never do touch the ground! What? I am a good girl! I am a good girl!)
Tresha: *coughs, starting the choke, hammering her feet against the wall to try get someone to help her, anyone* *scratches uselessly at Alice's hands, struggling and writhing*
Tresha: *struggles, her vision starting to fade* *she can hear her heartbeat roaring in her ears and her struggles are decreasing in strength* *drops the bag, stamping and crushing the cookies in the bag as best she can* *shifts, growing fur, and extends her claws, slashing at Alice's hands desperately*
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«Oldest ‹Older 3201 – 3400 of 4984 Newer› Newest»What in gods name are chicken strips.
Chicken nuggets are usually available for kids..
Also happy birthday.
(I've had chicken strips! *poofs to learn about egg production*)
We normally have chicken nuggets, yeah.
And we mostly havebit with chips, but it's also commonly eaten with burgers. Lots of people eat it with pizza. Darcie eats it in sandwiches but she's weird. I've sometimes had it with scrambled egg but I don't often have scrambled egg. Fish and chips rarely comes with ketchup . . . I consider fish and chips to be an entirely different thing from either fish or chips. I mean, the fish is different and the chips are different. I wouldn't have ketchup with fish-and-chip chips . . . assuming we're talking about fish and chips from a fish and chip shop, because if you get fish and chips from a restaurant the chips tend to be normal and the fish tends to be a battered version of normal.
So yeah. Chios with ketchup. Rarely fish with ketchup. Rarely fish and chips with ketchup.
My school sells chips on Friday (it's been dubbed"chip Friday") and the school allow you to get ketchup with them, but it's ten pence a squirt and it's not Heinz. Last week I skipped my chemistry lesson because me and Cat walked overbtobthe co op (half an hour away) to buy Heinz tomato ketchup, and she's keeping it in her locker and handing it out to everyone every chip Friday. It's pretty popular - after only one Friday we're already halfway through the bottle. XD
(Happy birthday Duggy ❤️
Can someone make sure she sees this? Thanks.)
(Don't think I'm staying on though.
Came back to visit a while ago and my comments went completely unnoticed. Never mind...)
(Sisterrrrrr!!!!!!!!!
So caught up in exams.. Last one tomorrow)
Happy birthday Dugglyn!! :)
Hm. We never get Kellogg's cereal... But then we shop at Lidl and I don't think they sell branded cereals, so... *shrugs* *doesnt really eat cereal*
Agreed about Heinz. :) Although, I'm sure I heard that Ketchup was sweeter in the US than it is over here? Idk. And um, I haven't personally come across anyone who didnt know ketchup to be common?? Also bacon. Ketchup goes on bacon sandwiches a lot.
Oh, do other people have attachments to branded mayonnaise? I have a friend who swears by Heinz, and it really creeps out all the Helman's people. :P
@Star: Hm. Our sixth form had chip Friday, too. But then they extended it to chip Wednesdays and Fridays. And then changed Friday to Thursdays so now it's just 'chips in the middle of the week days' and it's a bit rubbish. :) We could get ketchup with those if you get those little sachets for like 20p each. Lots of people got barbecue sauce because it comes in a bottle and it's cheaper and you get more, but it's not the same. :(
Heinz ketchup sounds like a Good Deed to me. :) Some of my social circle adopted this little, like, unused cupboard room? between the common rooms. And turned it into a kitchen and a kettle was bought and people would leave biscuits and hot chocolate and stuff with a little note saying 'enjoy :)' and it was super cute for like 2 weeks before everyone forgot about it again.
(CHemistry5 today was streaks better than CH4 last week and oh gosh I'm so confused.)
*waves to Savannah?*
Good luck with your exam tomorrow Chloe! (BY5, by any chance?) Hope you get a good paper to finish on! :)
(If anyone wants to email...)
(I do miss this place though...
Thinking of properly coming back now that I have basically no more lessons till September...)
*tip toes in...*
hello??
Its always empty when I come, that or just too busy.
@Taia: Yeah, Lidl don't really do brands . . . we 90% shop at Aldi nowadays, and really the only things we need to buy from elsewhere on a regular basis are branded things like Kellogg's cereals and Walker's crisps.
Our school only gives us ketchup and they give it in a bottle. But at the beginning of the year they didn't even give us ketchup. O_O
I don't like mayonnaise, so I wouldn't know.
:) :) Awwwhh that cupboard sounds sooo cute.
Cat's sister showed me some screenshots of a text conversation written by Supernatural fans that were meant to be written by Sam and Cas (think momentary fanfic in text form), and it's super funny
Cas: Sam, my mobile device appears to be malfunctioning.
Sam: How do you mean, Cas? Everything okay?
Cas: I attempt to write one thing and it says another.
Sam: Uh, okay... what are you trying to write?
Cas: I am trying to say the word Those Fluffy Winged Dickheads.
Cas: Those Fluffy Winged Dickheads.
Cas: I am not typing that. I am typing Those Fluffy Winged Dickheads.
Cas: A N G E L S
Cas: This is infuriating.
Sam: Uh... You'll have to take that up with Dean, I think. Looks like he messed around with your autocorrect...
Cas: I do not even know where That Sexy Beast is located at the time being.
Cas: That Sexy Beast.
Sam: ...?
Cas: D E A N.
Please help, Sam.
Sam: Sure, just let me... Let me regain the ability to breathe.
Cas: In the words of That Sexy Beast, duck you, Sam.
She's sending me so much great stiff right now
Jingle bells
Sherlock fell
Cas let go of Dean
Amy died
The Doctor cried
And Merlin was cancelled by BBC
*laughs*
Whenever we watch the earlier Merlin seasons all the magic characters are like "ah Merlin, you have a great destiny. You shall protect Arthur and he will be the Once and Future King and you shall unite the land of Albion" and one of my family members always says "Or not, because the BBC couldn't be bothered to commission another series."
Sigh.
Right yes I am going to do chemistry now.
Or go to sleep. Um.
Nah not ready for sleep yet.
Thanks Seir, Taia!!!!
And don't worry, I always read back/ghost :))
Em!! I'm finally reading your book!!!
Star- OMLI XD
Aretha still have our story to tell...
Anyone is free and is welcome to come to watch or join
We wanted a safe place to write, but a public one with interaction where people could see and join in if they wished.
We really thought that this is important enough to put in a place for everyone
So we made a public blog, feel free to come
(Last exam today!!!!!
I'm finally going to open the champagne given to me for my birthday )
(Why the hell am I up so early 😂
I'll start emailing you more Sav when my dad finally puts emails on my phone)
I voted for the first time today)
Tresha: *smiles, kissing him gently*
Not yet, just.. Soon. Tomorrow possibly..
*hugs him gently*
Thank you.
Michael: I.. Don't think so? I don't know..
Flauros: *hugs* I love you
Furry: really?
Tresha: I love you too.
*kisses him deeply, pressing against him*
*hums happily, growling playfully*
Michael: I don't know. I mean..
*shrugs*
How does anyone know? I like Alys, sure, but do I love her?
Flauros: *smiles and kisses*
Furry: only you can tell
Tresha: *grins, pressing against him more, pushing him back against the wall*
Michael: I guess so.. You found a mate?
Flauros: *hilds her close and kisses her neck *
Furry; I did have one once
Tresha: *groans quietly, tilting her head back*
*growls quietly, kissing him passionately, running her fingers through his hair*
Michael: What happened?
Flauros: *pulls away*
Furry: she killed herself
Tresha: *follows him, nipping his lip gently*
*purrs loudly*
Michael: Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. What led her to.. Do that?
Flauros: you are starting heat..
Furry: she was a free spirit.. She couldn't stay here.. Couldn't be tamed
Tresha: Mm
*kisses his neck passionately, holding him tightly*
Michael: ..what was her name?
Flauros: *picks her up and takes her to the bedroom*
Furry: sandy
Tresha: *grins broadly, holding him tightly, purring, nipping his neck slightly*
Michael: Im sorry about what happened to her..
Flauros: *places her on the bed and walks to the door*
Furry: it was a few years ago..
Tresha: *looks confused and lost*
Flauros?
Michael: Still.. Death of a loved one doesn't get any easier.
Flauros: your heat is starting
Furry: you just learn to cope
Tresha: *gets up, walking towards him*
And?
*smiles*
Michael: I know.
*looks sorry for him*
Flauros: you don't want to mate
Furry: *shrugs* anyways you better get sleep
Tresha: don't I?
*grins, pulling him close gently*
Michael: Probably.. Sleep well.
*rolls over to face the wall, thinking*
Flauros: *steps away* you just told me you didn't want to.. Stay here for now
Furry: night *closes eyes*
Tresha: *whimpers, pouting*
But Flauryyyyy
Michael: *eventually falls asleep*
Flauros: I don't want you to regret it
Furry; *snores in his sleep*
*time slope?*
Tresha: That's fair enough..
Michael: *yup*
*yawns, waking up*
Flauros: so I better give you time alone right now
Furry: *is already up*
Tresha: *pouts more*
But.. We could just.. Play?
*grins*
Michael: *runs a hand through his hair, once again being reminded of how short it is*
*sits up*
Morning.
Flauros: if we did I wouldn't be able to resist
Furry: good morning
Tresha: *grins, running her hand up and down his chest*
You, my big strong handsome man, couldn't control himself?
Michael: How are you?
*rolls out of the bed*
Flauros: it would be hard *coughs and starts walking away*
Furry: like I am every morning.. Tired as hell but there ain't anything I can do about it
Tresha: *pouts, whimpering*
Michael: *nods*
Yeah..
Flauros: that won't work.. How long will you be in heat for?
Furry: *gathers tools* well I'm off now *puts a hat on his head*
Tresha: *smiles innocently*
A day?
Michael: *gets up and plods to the kitchen*
*is hoping the cook was asleep when the fox furry went back, and is really hoping if she wasn't she won't mention how.. Ruffled the returning furry way*
Flauros: sure?
Cook: good morning Michael *is making breakfast*
Tresha: Yep
*is lying so much*
Michael: Morning..
*frowns, tilting his head*
I don't know your name.
Flauros: we will see.. I'll bring you food but stay in this room
cook: you don't? Oh my name is grace
Tresha: *purrs*
Yes sir.
Michael: *smiles*
Morning Grace.
Flauros: see you later *leaves room*
Grace: *smiles* good morning Michael *laughs slightly*
Tresha: *sits on the floor and waits*
Michael: *raises an eyebrow at her laughter*
Flauros: *walks into the kitchen*
Grace: you have a while to wait for dishes
*time skip*
Michael: That's fine. Need me to do anything in the mean time?
Wow dead inside
(What's wrong Noelle?)
(*hugs*)
Flauros: *brings tresha food*
Grace: you could help peel potatoes
Tresha: *grins up at him*
Michael: Sure
*grabs the potato peeler, starting to peel potatoes for her*
Flauros: here
Grace: *peels with him*
Tresha: *stands up, grinning at him, stepping close*
Michael: How did you sleep?
Flauros: here's your food
Grace: good thank you.. You?
Tresha: Thank you love.
*takes it from him, kissing him gently*
Michael: Not so badly.
Flauros: *kisses*
Grace: good good
Tresha: *purrs quietly, deepening the kiss*
Michael: How.. Many of the furries here have lost their love ones because of the count?
Flauros; *pulls away* shouldn't you be getting better?
Grace: quite a few over the years
Tresha: I am?
*smiles, nibbling on her sandwich*
Michael: Do any of the furries here actually like the count?
Flauros: you are still on heat
Grace: there are a few who act loyal to him but no.. No one likes him
Tresha: No I'm not.
Michael: I see..
*looks down at the potato peeler and nods*
*finishes peeling the rest of the potatoes*
Flauros: Pronise?
Grace: it's not like we can escape so we all do our best and get along
Tresha: *crosses her fingers behind her back*
Promise!
Michael: I guess so..
Flauros: okay
Grace: *whistles and finishes the potatoes * the count will be done with his breakfast about now
Tresha: *smiles, kissing him gently*
But I haven't changed my mind Flauros.
Michael: You want me to go get his tray?
Flauros: I'd rather wait *kisses*
Grace: that would be helpful thanks
Tresha: *groans and sulkily kisses him back*
Michael: *stabds up and goes to the counts room*
*knocks*
Flauros: at least a few days *kisses*
Count: come in
Tresha: Whyyyyyyy?
Michael: *walks in, head bowed*
Just here for your tray sir.
Flauros; just because
Count: of course
Tresha: Meanie
*kisses him passionately*
Michael: *takes his tray from him, standing and turning to walk out*
Flauros: *kisses passionately*
Count: haven't escaped yet I see
Tresha: *grins, purring*
Michael: Like I said Sir, my word is my bond.
Flauros: you should sleep
Count: good good
Tresha: But..
Michael: I see you haven't found yourself a new favourite whore yet.
*Walks out the doorway, mumbling under his breath*
Guess all of your furries know to avoid scum.
Flauros: no buts
Count: *zaps him*
Tresha: *pouts*
*shifts a leg behind his, leaning against him*
*trips him onto the bed, landing on top of him*
Michael: *cries out loudly, jerking and falling to the floor, dropping the tray, smashing the plate and glass that was on it, cutting himself on the shards by accident*
Flauros: get off please
Count: clumsy
Tresha: *purrs, kissing him passionately*
Michael: *grits his teeth, glaring, fire burning in his eyes*
*scoops the rest of the shards that ARENT stuck inside of him onto the tray carefully, picking it up and standing up again*
Flauros: tresh! *snaps*
Count: *goes back to whatever he's doing *
Tresha: *flinches back, looking hurt*
*whimpers quietly*
Michael: *carries the tray downstairs, going into the kitchen*
*dumps the tray on the side, growling, looking at his arms, both of which have shards in them*
*theres also a few in his shoulders*
Arsehole.
Flauros: .. I'm sorry *sits up*
Grace: what happened?!
Tresha: *sits on his lap*
*cuddles against his chest*
Michael: Count zapped me while I was carrying the tray.
*starts pulling shards out of his arms*
Flauros: *sighs*
Grace: why do you have that collar? *helps him*
Tresha: *kisses his chest gently, but controls herself*
Michael: The count put one on me and Alys when he recaptured Alys and we don't know which sigil removes it and which one kills us.
*hisses at a particularly deep shard is removed*
*flinches, there's quite a bit of blood*
Flauros: in sorry
Grace: that's terrible.. I'll get the first aid kit *goes and gets a green box from a cupboard*
Tresha: I'm sorry too..
Michael: Thanks.
*looks at the mess of shards on the tray*
Well.. At least he wasn't angry about them being broken..
Flauros: you are still on heat aren't you?
Grace: of course not.. He has all the money in the world. A few plates are t worth anything to him *gets out plasters and anti septic wipes*
Tresha: *hangs her head*
Yes..
Michael: Yeah..
*takes a few wipes, hissing and wiping the wounds*
Burning.
Flauros: that's why I didn't want to take you right now
Grace: I know but it's essential
Tresha: *cuddles against him, kissing his chest passionately, mainly because she easiest way to control herself is to have a small outlet*
I know..
Michael: *grimaces, quickly wiping all the ones in his arms*
Can you check my shoulder?
Flauros: how long will you be in heat?
Grace: sure *looks and winces* painful
Tresha: Just a little bit longer..
*kisses his shoulder*
Michael: Can you sort it out?
Flauros: okay.. I will wait until you decide.. When you are off heat
Grace: *wipes then with the wipes*
Tresha: *purrs, kissing his neck gently, closing his eyes sleepily*
Michael: *winces but deals with it*
Thanks. I'll get back to work.
Flauros: you need rest
Grace: *plasters his shoulders* okay
Tresha: Mmm..
*purrs quietly, drifting off, continuing to purr*
Michael: *puts some waterproof plasters on his arms and hands*
*throws the glass shards in the glass bin*
*starts washing the few things that require washing*
Flauros: you need rest
Grace: *plasters his shoulders* okay
Tresha: *is asleep, is just purring in her sleep*
Michael: Thanks.
*continues washing up*
Flauros: *holds her close*
Grace: don't mention it
Tresha: *timeskip?*
Michael: This sucks..
*okay*
Grace: it does doesn't it?
Tresha: *yawns the next morning, waking up*
*burrows further into his chest, her purring getting louder*
Michael: You guys deserve better..
Flauros: tresh?
Grace : thanks but if we weren't here we'd be someone else's slave
Tresha: Yeah?
*blinks sleepily, opening her eyes*
Michael: surely there's a safe place somewhere?
Flauros: I love you
Grace: we won't be safe anywhere there's hunans
Tresha: *smiles, kissing him gently*
I love you too.
Michael: Hey, not all humans are bad.
Flauros: *kisses*
Grace: true *smiles*
Tresha: *cuddles closer to him*
*is always insanely sleepy after heat, all the energy blazes out and leaves her exhausted*
*curls up against him, murmuring*
Thank you..
Michael: *finiahes the washing up*
I mean, I'm not, right?
*tugs on his collar slightly, it's making him feel especially trapped today*
*sighs*
At least this has helped in a way..
Flauros: for what?
Grace: what's helped?
Tresha: Not letting me sleep with you.
*smiles*
I want it but not like that..
Michael: The collar. I.. Had problems before with bad dreams.
Flauros: *kisses her forehead * I will wait
Grace: I see
Tresha: *purrs quietly*
I.. Wouldn't mind it..
Michael: The collar.. Helps stop it at least.
Flauros: I want you to be completely sure
Grace: *smiles* at least you see the positives
Tresha: *kisses his shoulder gently*
Not now. I'm still sleepy. But.. I wouldn't mind it.
Michael: Yeah.
*smiles*
I try. Anyway, what else do I need to do?
Flauros: okay
Grace: do tou want to help in the garden ?
Tresha: *falls back asleep*
Michael: Sure, it beats hanging around doing nothing.
Flauros; *holds her gently*
Grace: okay, good luck
*timeskip again?*
Michael: Thanks
*jogs out to the garden*
*okay*
*the male furry from earlier is gardening *
Tresha: *wakes up properly this time*
*well, maybe not her usual version of properly*
*she needs caffeine to reach that level*
*looks around*
Michael: hey, need a hand?
Flauros: *has drifted off*
Furry: *smiles* yes please
Tresha: *smiles at him*
*didnt expect him to keep holding her*
*whispers*
Oh Flauros..
*smiles, deciding to stay cuddled against him, focusing on him, to his breathing, his heart, his chest as it moves, his strength and energy*
*shes so lucky..*
Michael: What are you doing?
*kneels beside him*
Flauros: *eyes open*
Furry: picking the carrots
Tresha: *smiles, looking at him adoringly*
Morning sweet.
Michael: Okay.
*helps him with picking the carrots*
So this is your job? Picking the crops?
Flauros: *smiles* morning
Furry: and sewing and ploughing
Tresha: I love you.
*pokes his stomach*
You must be hungry.
Michael: Ouch. Tough job..
Flauros: I love you too *stomach rumbles*
Furry: it's not so bad
Tresha: *smiles*
Stay here, I'll make some breakfast.
*stands up, stretching, cracking some of her joints*
Michael: I guess it's a distraction at least.
Flauros: you sure?
Furry: yeah *smiles and picks carrots*
Tresha: I'm sure.
*walks to the kitchen and gets out pans*
*makes a full English, lots of everything*
*including fried mushrooms, which she'll probably steal some of..*
*smiles, humming*
Michael: *smiles back, setting his carrots in the pile*
What sort of plants grow natural around here?
Flauros: *smiles and wonders how he got such an amazing girlfriend*
Furry: different types of berries.. Silver birch trees... Oak trees.. The usual .. Why?
Tresha: *plates up, grabbing a knife of fork for Flauros, and a steal fork for herself*
*walks back and hands the plate to Flauros, along with his cutlery*
Michael: *shrugs*
Just interested.
Flauros: thank you my love *eats*
Furry: don't go eating the berries whatever you do
Tresha: *smiles, sat opposite him*
Michael: Why?
Flauros: *holds out some food for her*
Furry: there are deadly ones
Tresha: *smiles, eating it off his fork-*
Thank you.
*loves him, so much..*
Michael: Oh. I see.
*smiles, continuing to dig up the carrots*
Flauros: *smiles* your welcome
Furry: *wipes his forehead* that's how she left you know
Tresha: *leans against hin*
Michael: Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that.
Flauros: I love you *plajs with her hair*
Furry: don't worry about it *shrugs*
Tresha: I love you most
*smiles*
Michael: what would you do if the count wasn't around anymore?
Flauros: *smiles*
Furry: try and find somewhere and build a new life.. Find a nice little furry to call mine...
Tresha: *hums quietly*
*pauses*
Did you hear from Alice while I was..?
Michael: you'd try find another? Even after your mate?
Flauros: she went out for a bit...
Furry: furries are social creatures.. We need company.. I can't spend the rest of my life alone
Nothing can bring my mate back but I need someone
Tresha: Out? Do you know where? I'm going to check if she's back.
*stands up*
Michael: *nods*
I understand.
Flauros: she didn't say
Furry: but this will be my life forever
Tresha: Mmm..
*walks to Alice's room, pressing her ear against the door*
Michael: You don't know that man..
*alice is singing in her room*
Furry: if not I'll be sold on to a new master
Tresha: *pushes the door open*
Michael: A new master might be better than the count..?
*frowns very slightly*
Alice: oh hey Tresh!
Furry: he's pretty lenient as far as masters go
Tresha: Hi Alice. You okay?
*sits on the bed next to her*
Michael: Mmm..
Alice: yes *chirps* everyone is super nice
Furry: the count sometimes has guests around.. Guests who have furry slaves.. You should see the furries...
Tresha: Yes they are. It's a brilliant place here.
Michael: Oh really.. Is he having any of them anytime soon?
Alice: we have a family now..
Furry: not that I know if
Tresha: We do.
*takes her hand gently, pulling her close*
Michael: Mmm. Okay.
Alice; it's nice *snuggles* and you and Flauros are engaged!
Furry: *stands up* let's take these to grace
Tresha: *smiles brightly*
I know!
*ruffles her hair*
And you're staying clean, right?
Michael: Sure.
*stands, brushing the dirt off his knees*
You go ahead, I'll follow.
Alice: *smiles* yes
Furry: okay *walks to kitchen *
Tresha: Not lying at all?
Michael: *runs off, collecting some of the moonseed berries and leaves, shoving them in his pocket*
Alice: nope *sniles wider* I haven't touched the stuff since last time
Furry: *is in kitchen laughing with grace*
Tresha: Mhmm. You're a terrible liar.
Michael: *pauses in the doorway, listening to them laugh and stops, wondering what on earth he's doing..*
*shakes his head, emptying his pockets of what he picked*
Alice: what? I'm not lying..
Grace: Michael.. More dishes to do
Tresha: Alice..
*sighs, sniffing deeply, grabbing them from their hiding place*
What did we say.
Michael: Coming.
*walks in, some of the juice from the berries still on his hands*
*washes them then starts washing the plates*
(Where I’ve been all my life?
The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL,
The bag is Dior, Agent Provocateur!
My address today,
L.A. by the way, above Sunset Strip,
The hills are the way.
My rings are..., it makes the head turn,
They all say: darling, what did you do to those pearls?
What?
I am a good girl!
The age I adore, the day I’ll ….
Breakfast… and…..for sure!
The chateau for cocktails, the court yard at night,
....for dinner, …is divine!
You know I have found,
The words go around,
They all say my feet never do touch the ground!
What?
I am a good girl!
I am a good girl!)
Alice: *looks down* who put them there?
Furry: see you later Michael
Tresha: *sounds stern*
Alice.
*shakes her head, standing up*
Whatever. I'm getting rid of these Alice.
Michael: see you later
Alice: no! *hits them out of her hand*
Furry; *goes back to his garden*
Grace; gotta love rafael
Tresha: *hisses, clutching her hand*
ALICE!
*growls, snatching them up*
We are NOT doing this again. Sit your ass down on that bed NOW.
Michael: Yeah. He's a great guy.
Alice: *shrills* NO! I never judge what you do in life! Leave me be!!! *holds her against the wall by her neck*
Grace: always smiling
Tresha: *struggles, eyes wide, clutching the bag tightly, her other hand grabbing Alice's, trying to remove her hands*
Stop..
Michael: It's.. Amazing.
Alice: no! Don't you DARE try to tell me what to do!
*her grip tightens*
Grace: it is
Tresha: *coughs, starting the choke, hammering her feet against the wall to try get someone to help her, anyone*
*scratches uselessly at Alice's hands, struggling and writhing*
Michael: *goes back to washing dishes*
Alice: *her eyes are different*
*continues*
Grace: so what did you get on your hands out there?
Tresha: *struggles, her vision starting to fade*
*she can hear her heartbeat roaring in her ears and her struggles are decreasing in strength*
*drops the bag, stamping and crushing the cookies in the bag as best she can*
*shifts, growing fur, and extends her claws, slashing at Alice's hands desperately*
Michael: Carrots.
(Noelle..?)
(Noelle?)
Alice: *increases pressure slightly *
Flauros: *runs in* tresha!
Grace: and the other thing?
Tresha: *passes out*
Michael: Nothing?
Flauros: *growls* what did you do!
Alice: *lets her go, her eyes returning to normal*
Flauros: *kneels and cradles tresh* wake up!
Grace: we furries have good senses of smell
Tresha: *crashes to the floor, limp and lifeless, bruises forming a collar around her neck from Alice's hands*
Michael: Right..
Alice: I I'm s s- *steps back*
Flauros: get out! *roars*
Tresh.. Tresh wake up.. *eyes get glassy* *kisses her*
Grace: tell me
Tresha: *lays there, slowly growing cold*
Michael: Just some stupid idea I had, it's fine, I realised its stupid.
Flauros: you will not die! You hear me! Don't ! *tries to resuscitate her*
*he gains some Angel power for his selfless attitude*
Grace: you won't get away with holding any secrets when you're living with furries
Tresha: *her heart thuds very very slightly at odd intervals during the resuscitation*
Michael: *smiles*
No secrets Huh?
Flauros: come on.. *keeps at it* live for me *gains more of his powers.. Wings starting to form *
Grace: that's right
Tresha: *her heart starts beating almost regularly but she still isn't breathing*
Michael: that.. Seems quite nice actually
Flauros: *does kiss of life*
*his wings are almost fully formed*
Grace: really?
Tresha: *gasps, taking a deep breath, her eyes springing open*
*grabs Flauros' arm, sitting up hunched over slightly, coughing and gasping*
Michael: Yeah..
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