Michael: *growls, struggling against him* *he's strong, he's been sleeping quite well and has been fed regularly* *he still mightn't be stronger than the count though*
Michael: *narrows his eyes at the count* *sprints out and down the stairs as fast as he can* *skids to a halt in the kitchen, thinking carefully about what he wants to do*
Michael: *looks straight at her* Of course. The count wants a berry pie. I'll go grab some more berries. *grabs a basket, sprinting out* *fills the basket with blackberries and some moonseed berries, not waiting to double think his actions*
I can't tell whether it's my severe anxiety or something's up with my heart but it's been happening for the past 2 weeks, so I guess I would've already gone to the hospital or died if there was something up with my heart, plus it only happens at night sooo... XD
Also I find taking little sips of water helpful because it can help regulate your breathing and it gives you something else to pay attention besides your breathing and others around you.
I find thinking a safe lyric or a couple of lines of poetry can help to calm me down a bit. Just over and over. Kind of does what Fera was talking about. Helps to anchor me a bit. Also, I think because it has a bit of rhythm to it, it helps me to pace myself, I breathe where it's natural as if the lines are being recited. Idk if that might help. :/
If you're comfortable to help out with anything in the kitchen or setting up tables or chairs or glasses or cutlery or something - or clearing stuff up later on - that might get you away from those cousins and any other relatives you're struggling with a bit. The busier you're looking the less they're gonna bother you. And a restroom break is always a good way to get a few moments away from a crowd if you need it.
Try to remember that you've made it through 100% of your Independence Days so far - you can do this one as well. :)
There are people in /my house/, messing up the equilibrium and energy of /my space/. I want them out of my space, especially il they are going to disrespect me when I ask them nt to touch my things. If they (and by the way, these boys are both in highschool- it isn't like they're children, they are only two or three years younger than me) are going to hit me, and call me names, and taunt me, then I want them gone.
The one who whipped my face took my phone once tonight. He took it again and I slapped his hand away. He then made fun of me because I was angry at him.
I just
I'm in my room now. I can hear them all talking...
Bloody hell :/ I'm sorry. That's just... Abusive. It's crap that they think they can treat you (or anyone) that way. :/// I don't know what to suggest. Are their parents about? Do they know they broke your stuff? I expect I would feel hesitant to tell on them in that position because it feels immature, and heck, there's enough immaturity here already - but there might be another way you could bring it to their attention, idk.
Everyone says rise above it because you are above it, but you still have to put up with being menaced and you just. shouldn't have to. :/
Rising above something is only really possible when you're not affected by it, in my opinion.
I would ask them nicely quite a few times, then give them a few warnings and if they don't work....use physical conflict to resolve it. It is sometimes the answer.
I did tell them to stop.. Everyone saw them do it too, but no one stopped them. I told them to, and they wouldn't stop.
They went to leave and the one who whipped me across the face came up with his arms open to say good bye, and I just- I didn't move. I was not going to hug him. I told him I wasn't. He moves and grabs my phone, intending to take it from me (again) and I just hit his hand away. He started to chide at me to tell me to calm down? And I'm beginning to cry and I said, "You've been like this the whole time, really rude." And he was like "lol" And so I got up and left to go back inside and he yells after me: "I'm glad ya got to see me!"
So I went upstairs and have been in my room for the rest of the time, listening to the fireworks go off
...but it felt really good to smack his hand away. He was still smirking a lot and making fun of me But...
Eh, Noelle, check your laws first, but: at least here, the right to self-defense applies to your stuff, too.
You get to hit/kick anyone who tries to take your phone. All you have to keep in mind is to keep the violence you use proportional. I don't care if you're a none-violent person usually, they are too old to learn any other way: Next time just slap em. >.>
Yeah . . . it's banter until it's not. I'm hesitant to make judgements about people without meeting them, but they sound really horrible . . . you were clearly upset so they should have just left you alone. :/ It always really sucks having your privacy invaded . . . it sounds like a trivial thing, but it really doesn't feel like it sometimes. :/ I know the feeling, and it really is awful. Often when I'm in that position I've found it helps if you try to view it as all a bit of fun that doesn't warrant a reaction - not that it is, it really isn't, they were out of line - but it can help me deal more than if I focus on how unreasonable they're being. Of course YMMV.
Honestly though. You'd expect that kind of thing from six year olds but you'd expect that by high school they'd gain at least some empathy and social awareness.
Michael: *looks straight at her* Of course. The count wants a pie for pudding. I'll go grab some more berries. *grabs a basket, sprinting out* *fills the basket with blackberries and some moonseed berries, not waiting to double think his actions, just focusing on picking berries despite the fact the thorns are ripping his hands open*
Michael: *is careful not to get the juice in his cuts and walks back into the room, eyes darting around* *pours the berries into a colander, washing them in the sink*
Michael: the pie? S-sure. *preheats the oven and adds sugar to the berries, listening carefully, scared that the count will finish his meal sometime soon* *mixes the berries and the sugar before spooning it into the pie case carefully, hands shaking*
Michael: That's fine.. *flinches at a noise, quickly putting the top of the pie on* *crimps the edges, carefully stabbing it to make vents* *flinches at another noise and shoves it in the oven* I have to go
Michael: Don't tell them where I am! *sprints off, darting down corridors and making sure to double back on himself and take extra paths to make himself harder to track, finally hiding in the girls quarters*
Do anyone here in the States live in... Washington, Oregon, California, Utah, Idaho, Nevada, Alaska, Hawaii ? Pls I need to see my AP scores I'm dying.
Michael: *his ears flatten against his head and he runs faster, tail tucked between his legs* *pants heavily, shouldering the kitchen door open, sprinting across the grounds*
Michael: *refuses to cry out, whimpering and squeaking but enduring the whipping* *looks up at the count, shaking, his back bloodied from the slashes the whip has carved*
Michael: *slowly walks over to him, laying him on his back* I'm sorry I.. What do you want to happen to your house and possessions and staff? And.. Where d-do you want to be buried? *the least he can do is help*
Michael: *blinks at their lack of concern as for what killed the count* Y-yeah.. Free.. *his vision is filled with spots, blood loss really isn't good*
Michael: that's fine.. I might hang back a bit. Some of them might not be happy to see me.. Flauros will probably kill me the moment I'm through the door.
Tresha: Alys is an amazing mother.. Her and Archer have been very cuddly recently. Have he said anything about that to you?
Michael: *runs a hand through his hair, grimacing as it pulls slightly on some of the stitches that were necessary for his back* *looks around, grabbing some wild flowers* *clears his throat, just watching the house* *scowls and shakes his head, dropping the flowers*
Tresha: you don't? Hmm. That's a shame, the girl deserves someone.. Especially after Michael..
Michael: *paces, thinking carefully* *shakes his head - this is ridiculous* *squares his shoulders and walks to the front door, losing confidence with every step* *pauses at the door*
Michael: *flinches back as she nearly tackles him to the floor, coughing at the force of her impact* *awkwardly half hugs her, patting her shoulder* So yeah.. Um.. I'm back?
Michael: You have no right to say I'm not allowed back here Flauros. *glares at him* If I have to leave I will, and when I can come back I will come back. I'm not going to see her hurt just because you ordered me not to return.
Michael: well sometimes I can't be here Flauros! Have you ever though of that? Sometimes I have to go away and do my best to keep everyone safe. If you don't life that then throw me out and I won't come back, you can explain to Alys why I've left again.
Tresha: *smilea at that smile, boiling the kettle* You and Charlotte and everyone else, you're all safe now.
Michael: *frowns* You. You're one of the furries who raped Alys.
Tresha: *smiles bashfully, looking down at her left hand, not that she has a ring but it reminds her* Well.. We're actually engaged.. But we're keeping it quite quiet at the moment.
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«Oldest ‹Older 4201 – 4400 of 4984 Newer› Newest»Michael: *growls, struggling against him*
*he's strong, he's been sleeping quite well and has been fed regularly*
*he still mightn't be stronger than the count though*
Count: *is a primadonna*
*isnt that strong*
*zaps him *
Michael: *cries out and stumbles, dropping to the floor*
*pants heavily, sweating slightly*
*runs for the door again*
Count: stay! *zap*
Michael: *cries out loudly and falls to the floor again, groaning*
*pushes himself up with shakey arms onto weakened legs, running again, determined*
@Noelle:
Count: *lets him go* I'll punish him after food
Shit used crocodiles mouths instead of asterisks XD
^*shakes head with lack of recognition*
Was never that clued into TV . . . I just let my brother control the remote. Right now he's got it on Big Brother.
Michael: *narrows his eyes at the count*
*sprints out and down the stairs as fast as he can*
*skids to a halt in the kitchen, thinking carefully about what he wants to do*
Grace: Michaels!
Michael: *looks at Grace*
*clears his throat, standing straight, forcing himself to look calm*
Is the panda okay?
Grace: she's fine
Well, I wasn't either- I spent most of my time playing outside- though we would watch Saturday morning cartoons, and maybe a program or two before bed
I'm not even sure what I DID with my life.
I think I played with toys.
Yeah.
Michael: Good.
*runs a hand through his hair, looking around quickly, thinking*
Okay..
Grace: you okay?
Michael: *looks straight at her*
Of course. The count wants a berry pie. I'll go grab some more berries.
*grabs a basket, sprinting out*
*fills the basket with blackberries and some moonseed berries, not waiting to double think his actions*
helluh
It's ok Star
:( I hate the 4th... So much food.
And like, food makes me anxious
But j can't leave because company is here
:(
I can't tell whether it's my severe anxiety or something's up with my heart but it's been happening for the past 2 weeks, so I guess I would've already gone to the hospital or died if there was something up with my heart, plus it only happens at night sooo... XD
Ugh shit
Fuck
I hate social events
I can't breathe
yeah social events are not fun imo.
Try doing a methodical breath in, breath out. 1-2 breath in, 12 breath out. Take deep breaths.
I'm sorry Noelle....
Also I find taking little sips of water helpful because it can help regulate your breathing and it gives you something else to pay attention besides your breathing and others around you.
yeah or watch something that you really get yourself into.
Idk if you know how to meditate but that's what I use to get rid of stuff I don't like sometimes. I just close out everything. Takes practice though.
rhere are people here and I can't find somewhere quiet and I can't exactly break out my oils or crystals or music and I just
my cousin just took my resistance band and whipped me in the face
I'm going to break down crying any minute now
And the other just threw my roller that I use to help my back pain, at me
I cant
try not focusing on anyone but on one thing. Harder to do than to say but try.
I find thinking a safe lyric or a couple of lines of poetry can help to calm me down a bit. Just over and over. Kind of does what Fera was talking about. Helps to anchor me a bit. Also, I think because it has a bit of rhythm to it, it helps me to pace myself, I breathe where it's natural as if the lines are being recited. Idk if that might help. :/
If you're comfortable to help out with anything in the kitchen or setting up tables or chairs or glasses or cutlery or something - or clearing stuff up later on - that might get you away from those cousins and any other relatives you're struggling with a bit. The busier you're looking the less they're gonna bother you.
And a restroom break is always a good way to get a few moments away from a crowd if you need it.
Try to remember that you've made it through 100% of your Independence Days so far - you can do this one as well. :)
Thanks..
It's just
There are people in /my house/, messing up the equilibrium and energy of /my space/.
I want them out of my space, especially il they are going to disrespect me when I ask them nt to touch my things. If they (and by the way, these boys are both in highschool- it isn't like they're children, they are only two or three years younger than me) are going to hit me, and call me names, and taunt me, then I want them gone.
The one who whipped my face took my phone once tonight. He took it again and I slapped his hand away. He then made fun of me because I was angry at him.
I just
I'm in my room now. I can hear them all talking...
I just cant
They actually broke one of my resistance bands, too. They snapped the thing in half.
I am sorry but what kinda inbred retard do you have to be to do that when you're like...15-16 (if they're 2-3 years younger?).
I feel genuinely sorry for you. I would've probably choked them out by now in all fairness.
Bloody hell :/ I'm sorry. That's just... Abusive. It's crap that they think they can treat you (or anyone) that way. :/// I don't know what to suggest. Are their parents about? Do they know they broke your stuff? I expect I would feel hesitant to tell on them in that position because it feels immature, and heck, there's enough immaturity here already - but there might be another way you could bring it to their attention, idk.
Everyone says rise above it because you are above it, but you still have to put up with being menaced and you just. shouldn't have to. :/
Rising above something is only really possible when you're not affected by it, in my opinion.
I would ask them nicely quite a few times, then give them a few warnings and if they don't work....use physical conflict to resolve it. It is sometimes the answer.
I did tell them to stop.. Everyone saw them do it too, but no one stopped them.
I told them to, and they wouldn't stop.
They went to leave and the one who whipped me across the face came up with his arms open to say good bye, and I just- I didn't move. I was not going to hug him. I told him I wasn't. He moves and grabs my phone, intending to take it from me (again) and I just hit his hand away. He started to chide at me to tell me to calm down? And I'm beginning to cry and I said, "You've been like this the whole time, really rude." And he was like "lol"
And so I got up and left to go back inside and he yells after me: "I'm glad ya got to see me!"
So I went upstairs and have been in my room for the rest of the time, listening to the fireworks go off
...but it felt really good to smack his hand away. He was still smirking a lot and making fun of me
But...
I just
Eh, Noelle, check your laws first, but: at least here, the right to self-defense applies to your stuff, too.
You get to hit/kick anyone who tries to take your phone.
All you have to keep in mind is to keep the violence you use proportional.
I don't care if you're a none-violent person usually, they are too old to learn any other way: Next time just slap em. >.>
Yeah . . . it's banter until it's not. I'm hesitant to make judgements about people without meeting them, but they sound really horrible . . . you were clearly upset so they should have just left you alone. :/
It always really sucks having your privacy invaded . . . it sounds like a trivial thing, but it really doesn't feel like it sometimes. :/ I know the feeling, and it really is awful.
Often when I'm in that position I've found it helps if you try to view it as all a bit of fun that doesn't warrant a reaction - not that it is, it really isn't, they were out of line - but it can help me deal more than if I focus on how unreasonable they're being. Of course YMMV.
:/ At least it's over with now . . .
Honestly though. You'd expect that kind of thing from six year olds but you'd expect that by high school they'd gain at least some empathy and social awareness.
(Hello people's
I'm sorry Noelle..)
That sounds really bad Noelle :( im so sorry
This blogger thing should have a like button next to peoples comments...
Michael: *looks straight at her*
Of course. The count wants a pie for pudding. I'll go grab some more berries.
*grabs a basket, sprinting out*
*fills the basket with blackberries and some moonseed berries, not waiting to double think his actions, just focusing on picking berries despite the fact the thorns are ripping his hands open*
Grace: *starts the pie^
Michael: *is careful not to get the juice in his cuts and walks back into the room, eyes darting around*
*pours the berries into a colander, washing them in the sink*
Grace: can you tend to the pie Michael? I have to concentrate on dinner
Michael: the pie? S-sure.
*preheats the oven and adds sugar to the berries, listening carefully, scared that the count will finish his meal sometime soon*
*mixes the berries and the sugar before spooning it into the pie case carefully, hands shaking*
Grace: thank you Michael
Michael: That's fine..
*flinches at a noise, quickly putting the top of the pie on*
*crimps the edges, carefully stabbing it to make vents*
*flinches at another noise and shoves it in the oven*
I have to go
Grace: okay *smiles*
Michael: Don't tell them where I am!
*sprints off, darting down corridors and making sure to double back on himself and take extra paths to make himself harder to track, finally hiding in the girls quarters*
Do anyone here in the States live in...
Washington, Oregon, California, Utah, Idaho, Nevada, Alaska, Hawaii
?
Pls I need to see my AP scores I'm dying.
Also, thank you all for your responses
Grace:...
(Sorry Noelle, I definitely don't live in those places :/)
Michael: *hides under one of the beds, listenkng very very carefully*
*the count doesn't take long to eat..*
Yeah, I think we should have a like button. But not a dislike button. Dislike buttons can be a bit mean. But a like button would be nice. :)
*raphael delivers the pie*
Guard: *enters Michaels room*
D:
*Wants to know*
*nods to both*
Doesn't Dugglyn live in Washington?
Or am I wrong?
Michael: *is in the women's room*
*which is creepy*
*but they'd go to his room, and he doesn't know anywhere else*
*whimpers, shaking*
Guard: this place reeks of that new guy..
Michael: *nerves get the better of him*
*jumps up, sprinting back toward the kitchen*
*run, he needs to run*
Guard: there he is!
Michael: *his ears flatten against his head and he runs faster, tail tucked between his legs*
*pants heavily, shouldering the kitchen door open, sprinting across the grounds*
Guard1: *catches up to him*
Michael: *stumbles and grabs the wall, hoping to climb the wall before the guard drags him down*
*is panting heavily, shaking*
Guard 1: *grabs him*
Michael: P-please!
*struggles furiously, whimpering*
Guard2: the count will want to see you *they drag him back*
Michael: *struggles the entire time, shaking*
Guys come on please!!!
Guard 1: we are following orders *enters the counts room*
Count: *eats pie-* going somewhere ?
Michael: *sees him eating the pie*
*whimpers slightly, praying for time*
No, why would I-I be going somewhere
*is backing towards the door*
Count: *zaps him* I saw you from my window
Michael: *cries out and drops to the floor, jerking and shuddering*
I'm sorry.. Please count..
Count: why should I spare you?
Michael: Because what you're doing here is wrong and you know it!
*is half shouting at the count, half telling himself*
Everyone
Ivy is the best person ever
That is all
(Thank you for helping Norlle ivy!!!)
Count: *zaps him again and untied his whip*
*looks pale*
Michael: *cries out, spasming on the floor*
*watches the count, waiting for the paralysis to hit*
Count: *whips him*
Michael: *cries out but grits his teeth*
*he can take this..*
*just a bit longer*
*doesnt actually know how long it will take for it to kick in^
Count: *whips him more, each time being slower and weaker*
Michael: *refuses to cry out, whimpering and squeaking but enduring the whipping*
*looks up at the count, shaking, his back bloodied from the slashes the whip has carved*
Count: my arm.. I can't feel my arm!
Michael: *relaxes slightly, but at the same time feels absolutely horrible and wrong*
I-I'm sorry..
Count: my arm.. I can't feel my arm!
Count: *falls to his knees*
Michael: *flinches*
*feels horrible, evil*
*hes never killed before..*
Count: w what.. *collapses to the floor*
Michael: *slowly walks over to him, laying him on his back*
I'm sorry I.. What do you want to happen to your house and possessions and staff? And.. Where d-do you want to be buried?
*the least he can do is help*
You all good Noelle? Because if not, I'm in Washington!
Count: *breathes heavily and looks at him* y you're a worthy m man.. You keep everything..
She got Ivy to look up the scores.
It's based off current physical location, so I couldn't do it.
Michael: what?!
*looks shocked*
*why would you give your stuff to the man who is responsible for your death?!*
Count: *closes his eyez*
Michael: W-wait!!!
*shakes him gently, whimpering*
*he can't own this place, he isn't a count*
Count: *dies*
Michael: *checks for a pulse and stares*
*wobbles and stands up, stumbling to the door, clutching the frame tightly*
H-help..
Guard: what happened?
Michael: *points at the count wordlessly*
Guard: he.. *goes and checks his pulse*
Michael: *just stands there silently, shaking*
*his back is still bleeding quite heavily*
Guard: he's dead.. *turns to michael* what happened?
Michael: H-he.. He collapsed.. And died..
Guard: we.. We're free..
Michael: *blinks at their lack of concern as for what killed the count*
Y-yeah.. Free..
*his vision is filled with spots, blood loss really isn't good*
:0
Noelle did very well on her AP scores!!
Noelle now has a semester of credit for university! 18 hours total!! :D
Guard: did you free us?!
(Well done Noelle!!!)
Michael: M-me?
*looks at the count*
*yeah.. He did that..*
*but he's freed them all..*
*nods silently*
:D happu
(Congratulations !!!!)
Guard: yes..
Michael: C-can you gather all the furries and.. Tell them?
Guard: will do
Michael: I'll come with you..
Guard: okay
Michael: *follows solemnly behind the guard as he gathers up the rest of the Furries*
Guard: *shouts* everyone gather out front !
Michael: *flinches at the loud noise*
*is swaying on his feet, face quite pale*
Grace: *approaches michael* what happened?
Michael: the count is.. Dead.
*stumbles, falling against Grace*
*his back is still bleeding*
*groans quietly*
Grace: your back.. *hilds him*
Michael: s-sorry..
*just leans against her, he hasn't the energy to stand*
C-can you lay me down somewhere before you leave..?
Grace: you can go home now..
Michael: I need to lay down.. I-I..
*passes out from blood loss*
Grace: *shouts* Raph !
Raph: let me get the first aid kit..
Michael: *just kinda has his entire weight on her*
Panda: *helps grave lie Michael down*
*raphael comes back and starts tending his wound*
*shall we time skip to when Michael wakes up?*
*okay*
Michael: *slowly opens his eyes, expecting to find himself alone since all the furries are now free*
Grace: hello
Michael: *blinks*
Grace..? Why are you still here?
*tries to sit up, slightly shakey*
Grace: we couldn't just leave
Michael: why not.. You're free?
Grace: you planned this didn't you? His death ?
Michael: *looks down at him hands, shoulders slumping*
Not.. Not before today..
Grace: you've released us.. Thank you
Michael: don't worry about it.. I hope you enjoy your freedom.
Grace: can you take me to my son..?
Michael: Archer? Sure.
*stands up carefully*
*he's still a bit shakey, but it's fine*
I'll lead you there..
Tresha: *is curled up against Flauros, sleeping slightly*
Grace: thank you
Flauros: *smiles and watches her*
Michael: *sets off on the walk back*
Tresha: *purring quietly*
*murmurs sleepily*
Love you Flauros..
Grace: *follows*
Flauros: I love you too *smiles*
Michael: *its a long walk, but eventually they get to the house*
*pauses at the tree line*
That's the house..
Tresha: *smiles back, snuggling close to his chest*
*kisses his neck gently, purring loudly*
Grace: thank you
Flauros: *smiles*
Michael: that's fine.. I might hang back a bit. Some of them might not be happy to see me.. Flauros will probably kill me the moment I'm through the door.
Tresha: Alys is an amazing mother.. Her and Archer have been very cuddly recently. Have he said anything about that to you?
Grace: please come in..
Flauros: no he hasn't..
Michael: just.. Give me a few minutes first okay? Don't worry, I just need a little time alone..
Tresha: hmmm..
Grace: okay
Flauros: what do you think?
Michael: you go on ahead, Archer will be happy to see you again.
Tresha: They seem very.. Close. Maybe even boyfriend girlfriend close..
Grace: thank you so much *knocks on the door and flora answers, leading her inside*
Flauros: no, I don't think so
Michael: *runs a hand through his hair, grimacing as it pulls slightly on some of the stitches that were necessary for his back*
*looks around, grabbing some wild flowers*
*clears his throat, just watching the house*
*scowls and shakes his head, dropping the flowers*
Tresha: you don't? Hmm. That's a shame, the girl deserves someone.. Especially after Michael..
*the furries start planning a party*
Alys: *waits by the window eagerly*
Flauros: true.. But she can't let it go
Michael: *paces, thinking carefully*
*shakes his head - this is ridiculous*
*squares his shoulders and walks to the front door, losing confidence with every step*
*pauses at the door*
Tresha: I know..
Alys: *sees Michael from the window* M Michael!
Flauros: *kisses her head*
Michael: *frowns, looking around to find the source of his name, confused*
Tresha: Mm.. Did you just hear something?
must construct additional pylons.
(?)
Alys: *rushes downstairs and opens the door*
*stares*
Flauros: Alys?
Michael: *blinks, turning back as the door opens*
*stands there kind of awkwardly and grunts*
Hi.
Tresha: sounds like it. Should we check?
Alys: *launches into his arms*
Flauros: yes
It's stuck in my head from star craft. That's what you hear the most when playing with protos.
Michael: *flinches back as she nearly tackles him to the floor, coughing at the force of her impact*
*awkwardly half hugs her, patting her shoulder*
So yeah.. Um.. I'm back?
Tresha: *takes his hand, standing up*
Alys: w why? Y you left..
Flauros: *gets up*
Michael: *releases her, stepping back slightly, looking down at his hands*
Well the count.. Isn't a problem anymore. He passed away.
Tresha: *walks out to the main hall with him*
Alys: really?
Flauros: *stops when he sees Michael *
Michael: Yeah.. So all the furries are free to leave now.
*sees Flauros and his ears flick back against his head*
H-hey..
Tresha: *frowns and looks at Flauros*
Flauros: *growls and walks forward*
*grabs his shirt* you think this is funny?
Michael: *winces*
What? No! Of course it isn't! I mean.. I-I left to protect you guys..
Flauros: you think it's okay to play with Alys' emotions?
Michael: I'm not! I left to PROTECT you all, not to play with her emotions!
Flauros: how many time have you left her? *slaps him*
Alys: *growls*
Michael: *winces but grits his teeth, taking the hit*
Every time I leave I leave for HER safety.
Tresha: *carefully pulls Alys back*
Let them argue it out.
Alys: b but..
Flauros: she needed you! She just had a baby!
Michael: A baby that nearly got taken from her! I was PROTECTING her from the count!!!
*glares at him*
Tresha: trust me, it'll be better in the long run..
Flauros: yes well we could've fought !
Alys: okay...
Michael: No we couldn't! He has an army of furries, we have a few. We couldn't have taken him on Flauros!
Tresha: just maybe not in the short run..
Flauros: we could have! *roars* you forget I was a general!
Alys: *winces*
Michael: *flinches at the roar, raising his voice*
And you forget this ISN'T heaven! I did what was best Flauros!
Tresha: let's go make some tea!
Flauros: how do I know you won't leave again?
Alys: okay...
Michael: You don't, because if the situation arises where I have to leave again I WILL.
Tresha: *drags her to the kitchen*
Flauros: then if you do, never show your face here again
Alys: I c can't believe he's back
Michael: You have no right to say I'm not allowed back here Flauros.
*glares at him*
If I have to leave I will, and when I can come back I will come back. I'm not going to see her hurt just because you ordered me not to return.
Tresha: Happy?
Flauros: you hurt her a little bit more when you leave and then give her false hope when you come back
Alys: *nods*
Michael: Better a little bit hurt than DEAD Flauros.
Tresha: good!
*smiles*
Flauros: how do you know she won't die from heartbreak ?
Alys: free.. At last..
Michael: *flat out glares at him*
That's why she has friends, to support her.
Tresha: no more count looking over you.
Flauros: she needs you for support
Alys: *smiles for the first time in ages*
Michael: well sometimes I can't be here Flauros! Have you ever though of that? Sometimes I have to go away and do my best to keep everyone safe. If you don't life that then throw me out and I won't come back, you can explain to Alys why I've left again.
Tresha: *smilea at that smile, boiling the kettle*
You and Charlotte and everyone else, you're all safe now.
Flauros: *growls*
Alys: thank g God..
Michael: And if you aren't going to throw me out then LET GO
*glares at him*
Tresha: *hugs her gently*
Flauros: I have someone for you to meet
Alys: *hugs*
Michael: tell me you haven't named your fist. I'm not in the mood for being punched Flauros.
Tresha: *rubs her arm gently*
Michael: *calls* Dustin!
Dustin; *enters room* yo
Alys: so.. H how are you with Flauros?
Michael: *frowns*
You. You're one of the furries who raped Alys.
Tresha: *smiles bashfully, looking down at her left hand, not that she has a ring but it reminds her*
Well.. We're actually engaged.. But we're keeping it quite quiet at the moment.
Dustin: yes.. Nice to see you again
Now.. Let me take you for a walk
Alys: really?! I I'm so happy for you!
Michael: I'm not going anywhere with you.
Tresha: Thanks
*beams*
I'm kinda.. Scared.
Dustin: everyone's busy making a feast for you.. Come on, you'll only be in the way
Alys: w why?
Michael: I won't be in the way. I'll look after Charlotte it everyon is busy.
Tresha: I'm not sure how much Flauros understands of marriage.
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