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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 21:23:22 GMT -5
The tension in her brows only deepened, as she was embarrassed to admit she didn't quite understand what he meant. His stuffy little sneer did little to help her feel better about herself as well. "What are you getting at," she finally murmured, suspicious.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2014 21:28:41 GMT -5
"Simple, princess," he replied nonchalantly, tilting his head from side to side to the rhythm of his own words. "We create our own reality. You're only offended by me calling you that because you want to be."
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 21:32:51 GMT -5
"Because everything that followed up to it was an insult!" the canine reiterated, clearly frustrated. "Why would I expect for you to throw a compliment into a completely degrading sentence?" The canine huffed, swiping a paw down her face. How had it gone from trying to rip out his throat to this? "Plus, you would never mean it in a cordial way."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2014 21:33:36 GMT -5
Chance raised a brow. "What? That you were a princess?" he clarified.
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 21:34:34 GMT -5
"What else?" She stared at him incredulously.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2014 21:41:04 GMT -5
Chance's tail swished slowly a he decided how to answer. Of course, he had started calling her that because she got so upset over it, and it was so much fun to see her upset. And why had he started calling her that?... Because she acted like a princess. Bossy, moody, walking around like her shit didn't stink... and of course now, she had the looks to boot. But that was a little wordy. It was better to just keep being annoying and evasive. "Are you sure?"
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 21:58:46 GMT -5
Her stare turned to one of Chance growing two heads. Why was he being so unclear. "Yeah?" She wasn't even sure what to say anymore.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2014 22:06:35 GMT -5
"You don't sound sure," he reported, endlessly entertained. He couldn't recall ever having such a civil conversation with the hotheaded dame. He wondered how long it would last.
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 23:00:16 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sure." Her claws silently scraped against the ground as she tried desperately to fight off the discomfort.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2014 23:05:46 GMT -5
Chance shook his head. He decided to drop the act... At least a little. "Don't be so sure then," he declared.
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 23:19:25 GMT -5
Her brow twitched slightly. "What? Why?" If she was confused before, she had suddenly reached a whole new level. Where were his insults, and the snide comments, and the condescending glares? Not that she missed them, but it was just... not what she was used to.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 30, 2014 23:28:04 GMT -5
"It's really just splitting hairs, Chris," he said. He was curious as to how much of this she would tolerate. She had already surpassed his expectations. He got up and casually absconded, pretending to be bored. "It's all about perception."
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Post by Atticus on Mar 30, 2014 23:34:20 GMT -5
She was getting to her wits end. Chris could argue; she could cut deep, hold her ground, and let her mouth rain a relentless hellfire down on your life. But this, she didn't understand.
"Splitting hairs..." she muttered crossly, her face twisting. "What?" Finally, giving up, she pushed up on her paws rolled her eyes, pushing past him and towards the doors. "Perceive this," she mumbled as she nudged her way through the doors.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 31, 2014 9:54:28 GMT -5
He let her push him aside and watched her disappear through the barn doors, feeling rather victorious. Everything had gone better than planned... Well, at least it seemed that way. She appeared to be distracted at the very least. When enough time had passed he pushed his way through the doors and shook the hay from his fur. His headache had ebbed a little, but he didn't expect that to last. Now, what was he going to do with the rest of his day? He wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to dream... Not today. His lavender eyes scanned the ranch and landed on arguably its most mystifying couple. He considered talking to Vivian... perhaps it would relieve some of the stress of his dreams. But it didn't seem like a conversation she would want to have... then again, it didn't seem like a conversation that would ever, under any circumstances, need having.
He shook his head to clear it and looked around again. Austin had slunk away, and now he didn't know where he was. Frankly he did not want to find him. Perhaps some distance between his mopy brother and him would lessen his headache. He needed some positive energy.
His sights finally landed on Victoria and Judis. Those two were always a welcome relief to a headache; always cheerful, always simple. And they were fun to hang around, too, now that he was old enough to have a conversation with them. With a swish of his tail he started toward them, his expression taking on an amiable smile.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Mar 31, 2014 21:18:41 GMT -5
. . .
The night came and went monotonously after that; the only difference this night, however, was that when the sun rose, Austin was not in the barn, and he was not running around. He was curled up at the base of the fountain, ever so slightly in the shadow of the rim.
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