Что мама должна привезти мне из Америки.

[Twenty One Grams]

— Что у вас в чемодане?
— Ридус, хуле.
(c)  Zane Z. Garrett

@темы: Laughing My Fucking Ass Off, И весьма коварный, For all the geeks out there, Kittens in mittens, Мне так нравится этот момент, что я занялся бы с ним сексом, если б мог (c), Slaying squirrels, getting laid, The shithead on a divine and sole mission ta annoy the fuck outta me

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[Mackenzie]

KITTENS IN MITTENS!! КАКОЙ ПРЕЛЕСТНЫЙ ТЭГ!!
Не нуачо, все правильно! В США только с этой целью и ехать! ХДД

[Twenty One Grams]

Zane Z. Garrett, да, он ебать какой няшный, детский мимими стишочек про киттенс ин миттенс меня весьма умилил в своё время
За Ридусами, да. Fresh Reeduses, warm Reeduses! Discount for pretty ladies, Flanduses and Lincolns!

[Mackenzie]

Прастити, оно прямо перед глазами

"For Flanduses?" Sean peaks over the counter, eyebrows raised high and curiosity sparkling in blue eyes. "You know what, I think I'll take two."

[Twenty One Grams]

ОБОЖЕДА

The salesman glances at the man suspiciously. "What for do you need two of those?" he asks with a hint of discontent in his voice. "They are quite.. restless, you know."

[Mackenzie]

ШТОЯДЕЛАЮБЛЯ ХДДДДДДД

"Well, for my good friend, of course!" Sean's smirk is as blunt as his stare. "My boy Rick over there's too shy to ask for one himself."
He can hear Lincoln's palm soundly connecting with his face and hears an amazed snort of laughter. He doesn't dwell on it for too long, the corners of his lips tugging up in a devilish smile, "Oh, don't worry, I have just the right thing to tire them out."

[Twenty One Grams]

ОЙНЕЗНАЮ xDDD

"Right.." there is even more doubt in the salesman voice this time as he glances at his precious Reeduses he's been growing for so long. It took him five long, long years. Years of sleepless nights, constant worries and some other things he would really prefer not to talk about. Those things were restless, indeed. He sighes, genty stroking on of his creations cheek, smiling gently as the Reedus leanes into the touch, closing his eyes and nearly purring. He can't let them get into the wrong hands. And those two look quite right, nice clothers, polite smiles and everything, but he won't take any chances. "You promise me to take good care of them?" he frownes, trying to make himself look severe and dangerous. Not that it was really possible with him having a braided beard and a red pirate hat, but he tries his best.

[Mackenzie]

"Aye, afcourse we do! Don't we, Andy boy?" Sean twists his upper body to glance at Lincoln, who stands there with the most peculiar expression on his face.
"Sean, you sure this is a good idea?" Despite the doubt in his voice, Andrew is beside Sean within two seconds, tentatively reaching out his hand to touch the purring Reedus's shaggy hair.
Sean tisks and rolls his eyes at his friend. "Oh for the love of... Yes! Get on with it already, I want to get mine!"
As Flanery fumbles with his wallet, Andrew collects the guts to gently tangle his fingers in the creature's hair.

[Twenty One Grams]

As the two men - Sean and Andrew or Rick or whatever - discuss the matter, the salesman isn't really listening to them. But he pays his attention to the reactions of his beloved creatures, 'cause if they show anything like fear or doubt he wouldn't sell them to these good-looking actor type guys no matter what.
So he watches as one of them, Andrew, approaches the Reeduses, and, looking at one of them with pure rapture in his eyes, touches the creature's hair. Gently at first, no rush in his touch. Just like it should be done. The Reedus opens his eyes, staring suspiciously at the foreighn figure, but that look doesn't last long. He nearly jumps on his sit with amusement, purrs loudly and actively, and as the fingers start tangling his hair, he raises his head to rub his cheek on the open palm, and then, oh God, then he licks one of the fingers, the wet flesh of his tongue sliding between his slightly parted lips. They are really beautiful, his creatures, the salesman thinks.
"Sold." he claims, stretching his hand to the men for his money. He is sure now that his little boys will be save and in good hands. They have seen so many customers during the days of the fair, and not a single one has caused such a reaction from the Reeduses. So those two gotta be right.

Господи, что за порнушка?..

[Mackenzie]

Andrew looks completely taken aback by the Reedus' reaction, standing there like an awe-struck kid at the candy shop on Christmas Eve, so it's up to Sean to be the man out of the two and settle all formalities. To be honest, his own fingers are itching to touch the Reedus, but they're a little preoccupied at the moment. But god, that thing is beautiful.
"Perfect," he grins, passing just the right amount of money into the handler's hands. "Don't worry, they're in good hands. That cat," Sean nods back at Andrew "is the most resposible motherfucker I've ever seen."
Grinning, Flanery pulls out a long black stripe of leather bought just for this occasion. Heck yeah, a little birdie told him he'd find something to his taste here, and oh boy, is he glad he went prepared.
"C'mere," he murmurs, gently, so as not to startle the Reedus still sitting on the opposite side of the booth, putting the collar around that tan, mouth-watering neck, clasping it closed just underthe Reedus' jugular. Perfect.
He brushes one hand over the creatures tense shoulder, smiling down into a stormy pair of slitted blue eyes and giving the band a firm tug, prompting the Reedus to climb over the booth.
Meanwhile, Andrew seems to have found a way with his own Reedus, boldly scratching it behind the ears and cooing dumb (in Sean's opinion) things to the creature.

[Twenty One Grams]

When he feels the not so tight but still heavy rim of the collar latching around his neck, Norman turns his head to his brother. He is not so sure about this. Not that he is afraid of that man or something but he just doesn't really want this change of scenery. He is so used to living in their house just the three of them: him, his brother and the Creator, as they called him. It was warm, cosy, and there was always plenty of milk. And milk if important, and if those men didn't have any milk, then there was no point in all this.
"Norm," he calls to his brother telepathicly. "What do ya think 'bout that?"
The response doesn't come as quickly as usual, since the other Reedus seems to be pretty.. preoccupied. He is a ball of tenderness and happines now, Norm can feel it. His emotions are floating through his body, gently, filling that half of him that is responsible for their constant connection, but not pushing his own feeling away. That's just the way they are. They are one, and that won't ever change.
That man with that ridicilously large beard on his face doesn't stop whispering something, total nonsense, probably, into his brother's ear, as that naive fool is already throwing his head back, discovering his neck.
"Norm!" he barely shouts.
"What?" his brother sounds a bit annoyed, and the judging glare thrown his way confirms that.
"Don't be like this, it's too early! We should wait, we should see, you know they are right, but you can't just melt into his touch like this!"
"Why not? He is so nice, and his hands are so gentle."
Norm feels a slight tugging on his collar and raises his head to meet with his eyes, and he feels something trembling inside his stomach. His features are ideal, he has the bluest eyes ever, and he can see the veins on his hands. Shit. He won't give up so easily. Not for the veins. So he glances at him haughty and turns his head.

[Mackenzie]

"...Man, I swear it's like they're communicating," Sean drawls out, a semi-puzzled look on his face as he studies the silent glares the two creatures exchange, seemingly caught in a silent conversation.
"Don't be ridiculous," Lincoln chuckles as the Reedus all but offers his neck up for the gentle petting and Sean harrumphs, "You're not going to collar him?"
"No, I don't think so," Andrew looks like a love-stricken fool as he gently takes the creature by the hand, tightly lacing their fingers together and pulling the Reedus out from the booth. Sean looks back at his own, then at Andrew's. Then back at his own.
"Well damn, aren't I the lucky one," he scoffs. His Reedus looks defiant, a stubborn set to his shoulders and chin held high, face turned away in a sure demonstration of... something.
"Aw come on, don't be like that," Flanery tries to be nice, casting a quick glance towards the handler, just, you know, to make sure the man doesn't change his mind.
"Try and be gentler with him, it might actually help," there is definite mirth to Andrew's tone, so Sean flips him the bird without even looking. "Oi, shut up, you still owe me my money, Lincoln."
Andrew seems unconcerned, completely caught up in his new pet, already starting down the wide street and pulling the pliant Reedus along.
"Yeah, don't wait for me!" Sean bellows after his friend, unable to further hide his annoyance. Lincoln simply waves him off, the fucker.
Flanery returns his gaze towards the creature at hand, caught between the conflicting desire to run his hands all over the proud beautiful thing and just get the fuck out of here. Too many people seem to show interest in what's going on at the booth, and while Sean is a sucker for public attention, he doesn't like it directed at his new pet.
"Alright little... eh.. big guy, come on," Sean roughly pats the creature on the head, making its already ruffled dark hair stick up even further every which way. Then he swiftly attaches the leash to the D-ring on the smooth leather collar and turns around, taking a step into the busy crowd, confident that the Reedus will follow, cause the faster they get home, the sooner he can decide on the approach towards the Reedus.
He also realizes that he has no fucking clue of the Reedus' preferences in, well, anything. He won't risk his luck approaching the handler again, though.

[Twenty One Grams]

The Reedus watches his brother beeing pulled down the street by his man, fingers entwined, absolutely dump smile on the man's face and uncovered delight on his brother's. That feels strange and unusual, 'cause they've never been so far away from each other. They both knew that they were supposed to be sold to the masters as they turned five but that didn't make things any easier. Well, for him. His brother seems to be enjoying himself, he leans close to the man's arm, practically clutching at him.
"Alright little... eh.. big guy, come on," his man - hell, he doesn't even know his name - pats him on the head, rought and somehow awkwardly, ruffling his hair even more. Norman hisses as he does that, not because the touch is unpleasant, but because he doesn't like his borders beeing penetrated like that.
So he follows the man who leads him throught the ill-matched croud in silence. He isn't going to try something stupid like acting all bitchy, stumbling his feet into the ground and refusing to go any further, but he also doesn't follow him willingly. He has to do this, so he does. Nothing more, really. Nothing more.
"His name is Sean," the voice in his head is soft and calm, but he still flinches a bit as he didn't expect his brother to distract from his new friend any time soon to get in touch.
"Whose name?" he asks a little wearily.
"Yours man, of course," his brother snorts at him. Dumbass.
"And how do you know that?" Norm raises his eyebrow with a bit of a curiosity. He knows that the person of the other side of their line won't see it, but he can't help it.
"Andrew told me, obviously," with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"I'm so happy for you," Norman spits sarcastically, annoyed. They were supposed to be absolutely identical, him and his brother. Same features, same habbits, same character, same everything, but they turned absolutely different in every way exept of their looks. He was all edgy and rought since his brother was gentle and open-hearted. The Creator considered this a mistake, but a lucky one. He used to say that it would have been boring to have two identical creatures in his home.
Dwelled in his thoughts Norman doesn't notice how they leave the territory of the Fair and the sudden and bright light of the Outside streets shines right into his used to dark eyes, and he stops to cover his face with his palms, rubbing them roughly on the skin, trying to get rid of the burning sensation.

[Mackenzie]

LookLookLook, even the attitude is the same


Sean is too busy lost in his thoughts to hear the hiss. Christ, what's he to do now that he's finally bought the thing and why hasn't the question occurred to him earlier? Alright, well, every pet needs three things — food, a place to sleep and some toys. He really hopes the Reedus isn't too picky, otherwise he'll just have to open his fridge and see what the thing goes for. And he can probably sleep on the couch, that's fine. Or will it be too small for him? After all, the Reedus is bigger than he expected. And what's with those shoulders, will be uncomfortable as fuck twisting over on the narrow surface.. Okay, Sean's mind definitely did go there. He can probably think of a few more narrow surfaces he'd like that gorgeous figure twisted over.
Emitting a quiet snort, Flanery easily maneuvers through the rag-tag crowd until they make it to the main street, where Andy's surely waiting. The fucker wouldn't leave without giving him a lift home, since they did drive here in Lincoln's car.
A sudden tug from the other end of the leash almost makes Flanery stumble, but he quickly regains his footing and turns around. What he sees makes him tilt his head in bemusement. The Reedus is pawing at his face, rubbing his eyes with a vigor, and he looks anything but happy or pleased.
Is he nocturnal? The handler didn't mention that.. Well, the handler didn't mention anything, per se. Just that the thing could be restless. Should be restless.
So far all he's seen is defensive and grumpy.
Sean almost jumps in his spot when the weight of a heavy arm settles across his shoulders.
"I think you're doing it wrong," Lincoln. Of course.
"Oh for fuck's sake, cat, chill, I got this," reprimands Sean.
"Well alright. Just get him in the car, can you do that?"
"No," the sarcasm is so evident in his voice Andrew doesn't even need to catch the look Sean's giving him.
"Alright buddy, let's get you home," Sean murmurs as he shortens the leash and walks the Reedus towards Andy's open car, where the other creature is already waiting.

[Twenty One Grams]

DAT FACE

"You okay?" Norm in his head sounds rather worried. No wounder it does, because his brother knows sure as hell that they are not to be walked into the open ground so fast. They need a bit of adjusting, the slow, smooth conversion from one environment to another, and that bastard going by the name Sean hasn't got a clue.
"There were better moments in my life, you know" he turns his head to the other Reedus as he is sat on the back sit of the car next to him, eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry," his brother touches his hand gently with his fingers. "You know what I would do, but we can't do any of that anymore."
Norman smirks. Yeah. He knows that his brother would lean into him now and kiss his eyelids, hold him close and slide his tongue down his face to his lips, their kiss deep but gentle. He would touch every inch of his body with his fingertips and open palms, and than he would kneel down and take him in his mouth, making him not only feel better but forget everything but them two. But yeah, they couldn't do such things anymore. That wasn't sad, 'cause with each other they were just preparing themselves for something, for someone else, that was just... odd.
"Well, I think you're gonna do something rather similous to your beardy groom tonight," he glances at the front seat and as the both men aren't still in the car, probably arguing over something outside, he puts out his tongue, mocking his brother. He chuckles and punches him in the shoulder lightly.
"You mind your own buisiness with your blue-eyed prince, and I'm sure as hell will mind mine, and I will mind it all night long," he winks at him and than pulls back to his seat as Sean and Andrew finally get in the car, Andrew on the driver's seat.
He sits absolutely still, his hands crossed in front of his chest, as his brother moves forward a bit and rubs his cheeks on Andrew's ear. Himself he is absolutely not doing that kind of shit, nope. Never.

[Mackenzie]

The ride home is uneventful but far from silent as Sean keeps on teasing Andrew to get a room, to which the latter replies "I can always kick you out of the car" with a meaningful side-glance and a smirk. Sean proceeds to smack him upside the ear, making Andy curse through a light chuckle.
Finally, they pull up to the apartment complex where Sean is currently staying and Andy cuts the engine off.
"Thanks man," Sean swiftly clasps his hand over Lincoln's forearm, exchanging a firm shake and a grin "I'll see you around."
Andrew nods, one hand drawn back over the headrest of his seat and petting the Reedus' hair. He can't keep his hands away, it seems, and the poor fool doesn't even realize it himself.
Sean climbs out of the car and opens the passenger door to his Reedus' side.
"You gonna say bye to your brother?" He inquires, then takes a step back to give the creatures some privacy. The concept of owning a Pet is still weird as fuck, but he'll get used to it.
Licking his lips, Sean wraps the leash around his hand and waits for the Reedus to come out, shutting the door and giving Andy a final wave, smirking in his rear-view mirror. Oh, he knows what that cat is gonna be busy with for the next couple of hours, he isn't stupid, he can see.
"Well, let's go then. This will be your home," Sean stuffs one hand in his jeans' pocket and trudges forward, to the 25-storey condo standing high and menacing amidst the grey, heavy skies. Looks like it's gonna rain.

***
The jingle of keys is followed by a triumphant "A-ha!", and then the light is flipped on in the corridor.
He unclasps the leash from the collar, tucking the former away in his jeans but leaving the thin strip of leather on the Reedus intact.
Apart from the need to remind himself that this is his Pet, he also finds it strangely appealing.
"Just take your shoes off, the rest is fine. I'll get you something comfy to wear in a bit," Sean says as he toes off his own shoes, then socks, walking bare-footed towards the living room and turning lights on as he goes.
He quickly drops by the bathroom to throw his socks in the hamper, then, after a moment's thought decides to pull off his plaid shirt as well.
Then he makes his way over to the bedroom, sifting through the drawers for a grey V-neck sweater and for something that will suit the Reedus. It's a hard task, considering he doesn't really want the creature to stretch any of his favorite shirts in the shoulders, but in the end Sean manages to dig up a simple black polyster shirt. Perfect.
Quickly pulling the sweater over his head, Flanery walks back to the living room, black shirt in hand.

[Twenty One Grams]

As they ride in Andrew's car, they really don't talk much. Well, they don't talk at all, to be honest. There is nothing to say, they both feel what other one is feeling, so they just exchange couple of meaningful glances during the rode and once entwine their fingers for one split second as an expression of support. Of course not that he needs that support that much, he is cool with this, it's just nice to feel his brother's touch 'cause he has no idea when he is going to see him next.
His ma... Sean, he means, seems to be a witty kind. He teases his driving friend the whole time, making Norman wanna role his eyes. Stupid, immature bastard, he thinks, trying his best to keep his eyes on the rode and not on the mentioned bastard's jaw line.
Thankfully, it appears that Sean doesn't live so far from the Fair (which automatically makes him a stupid, immature and really wealthy bastard, 'cause this district is not for everyone to afford) so after 7 minutes or so they stop in front of a modernly-built skyscraper and Sean gets out of the car himself first to open the back door for Norman from the outside. So fucking sweet he wanna puke.
"You gonna say bye to your brother?" Sean looks at him with a polite simingly andestanding smile and takes couple of steps back, giving him his space. And, well, that is the something to appreciate, and Norman does, but still it changes nothing. Charming smile and a polite gesture aren't gonna make them lie in the same bed this night.
"You take care, right?" he looks into his brother eyes seriously.
"Oh, I will," he smiles in reply, his head pressed to the back of Andrew's seat, Andrew's fingers never leaving his hair. "And he will, too. Don't you worry about me. And you know you just have to open to him sometime, don't ya?"
"Yeah, yeah," he tosses the question to the side, not really wonna think about that. "You think we will still be able to communicate being so far away?"
"It can't be another way," he smiles widely. "We will never lose each other."
Norman nodes and gets out of the car, shutting the door behind him.
"Well, let's go then. This will be your home," Sean heads to the building. Norman touches his collar with his fingertips and follows, totally not checking the man's ass.

***

Sean has been looking for his keys for a ridiculously long time but when he finally wins the battle and opens the door to his appartment, Norman can't help but raise his eyebrows in amusement. The space is huge, wide and one can probably get lost here with no afford. He is not used to this. With The Creator they lived in a little cosy flat filled with sciency stuff and tons of other strange shit and that was nice. And now... Hell, now is just a big question.
"Just take your shoes off, the rest is fine. I'll get you something comfy to wear in a bit," Sean removes his shoes and head quickly to the depths of his enermous flat. Norman chuckles. He untugged the leash, but he left the collar. Kinky shitbag. Kinky shitbag with a nice ass.
He obidiently takes his shoes off (he can understand the rule, if he was Sean he wouldn't like his carpets to get all dirty too) and looks around, checking his "new home" out. But he doesn't feel comfortable with moving any further the apartment, so he stays in the corridor, leans into the wall and stuffes his hands in his pockets. He doesn't know what to do.
Sean returns in a couple of minutes, now dressed in a streched out sweater instead of a plaid shirt - pity, Norman did rather like the shirt - and holding some other piece of clothing in his hand.
The Reedus is now dressed in his favourite old sleeveless jacket and he doesn't really want to change out of it. If fact, he doesn't really want anything right now. Except for maybe a nice ciggarette. So his tosses Sean's hand holding the shirt out to him to the side and reaches his two slightly parted fingers to his lips, imitating the smoke. He hopes rather high that Sean will have enough brains to get the message and he won't find himself in a need to ask aloud.

[Mackenzie]

Sean finds the Reedus leaning against the wall, not having moved an inch from the corridor while he was gone. He raises his eyebrows as his hand is batted away. Oh, so he got a prick for a pet? Perfect. Fine, let the bastard wear his jacket if he wants to. Not like Sean's partially happy to sneak a look at that gunshow.
The next movement surprises him even more.
"Serious? Of all the things you need smokes?" Sean makes a disgusted face, clearly dissapproving of the habit. Sure, he's not against some hard drinking from time to time, or even greasy food (although rarely), but smoking is just a big, fat no in his books.
Huffing, Flanery stuffs his hand in the back pocket of his tattered blue jeans, pulling out his wallet and fishing for a ten.
He pushes it into his Pet's hand, closing Reedus' fingers over the note and taking a step back, "You can walk, right? The store is just around the corner, two minutes tops. If you want your damn smokes so bad, go get them."
Sean takes on a challenging look, crossing his arms over his chest and just standing there, looking straight into the Reedus' eyes. Damn, that fucker has a strange sleepy-sexiness to his pale blue eyes.
Sean may seem like a prick with the whole cigarette thing, but in his mind it's solidly justified. He doesn't like it when people willingly shorten their lifespan, and he definitely doesn't want his Pet to be one of those.
He briefly wonders if the other Reedus smokes too.

[Twenty One Grams]

"Serious? Of all the things you need smokes?" the look on Sean's face speaks for itself. He is clearly disghusted by the thought. Norman isn't sure if it is the idea of smoking in general that goes against Sean, or that he just didn't want someone he so naive considered his own because he gave a shitload of money for that someone to have a package of bad habbits behind his back. Or maybe he is hoping he would be able to kiss Norman today and doesn't want the tabacco taste in his mouth. Either way, Norm doesn't care. He needs his smoke and he is gonna bend every rule this stubborn asshole has to get it.
When the banknote is pulled into his hand, he stares at it for a moment and then raises his gaze to his so called Right."You can walk, right? The store is just around the corner, two minutes tops. If you want your damn smokes so bad, go get them." His arms are crossed over his chest and he gives Norman the angry stubborn look. He probably thinks that the Reedus is gonna obey, silently take the money and walk down the stairs to the store. But he can stick this shit up his ass.
Norm finally moves from the wall, closing the distance between him and Sean, standing now awfully close to him, and presses an open palm with the money in it to man's chest and looks at him with narrowed eyes. So bad it came to this. This poor fool will probably shit some bricks out of surprise.
"So I am not gonna go myself, okay?" he asks calmly, slowly. "Not my job to do. You're supposed to be taking care of me and you won't even fullfil one simple wish. What does that make of you, ha?"
To be honest, Norman is exited as hell right now. He has never talked out loud with anyone but his brother before. Their kind isn't supposed to be able to do that. There are some cases known when the connection between the Pet and the Right became so strong they gained an ability to communicate telephaticly, that's all. But them, he and his brother, they were a bit different from other Pets. They could talk to each other silently since the day they stepped out of their capsules. And on the second year of their lives they discovered they were able to talk like people, too. But they kept it a secret from the Creator. He was better off without this knowledge.
So he really, really wanted to watch Sean's reaction. He couldn't help but smirk as he waited.

[Mackenzie]

Sean damn near sputters, eyes going wide as saucers as his Pet fucking voices his opinion on the matter.
"The fuck didn't you say anything before?!" is the first thing that comes out of Sean's mouth before he can catch it. He actually has to blink a couple of times before it finally registers that the Reedus is pushing his hand back against his chest, the fucking note trapped in-between. He snorts.
Oh, great, he didn't only end up stuck with the grumpy one, but with the one that speaks as well! A bad combination, if you ask Flanery.
As the situation finally registers, Sean relaxes his postures, gaze unwavering, and takes a step closer, getting in the other's face.
"Yeah well, guess what, Princess," he mocks and his eyes instantly narrow down to slits, a matching stare to the Reedus'. "I AM taking fucking care of you by not buying you that shit. If you want to ruin your life and die of lung-cancer by 30 or however-the-fuck-old are you in human years, you're gonna do it yourself. Without my help," he snaps. Then Sean covers the creature's hand with his own, firmly detaching it from his chest and pressing it back towards its owner. "And going down to the store is certainly not a problem, seeing as you can talk all of a sudden."
For a second Sean actually feels like he's talking to a man, an equal, an actual person who suddenly invaded his home and personal space, and that freaks him the fuck out. He knew this whole "Pet" idea was twisted, but not this twisted. He just.. well... What did he fucking expect? In all truth, he has no idea. But definitely not this.
He isn't sure how he feels.
He also wonders if Andrew is aware of this, if his Pet talks as well. He needs to ask, but later.

[Twenty One Grams]

Awww those challenging bithches
Я не знаю, успею ли тебе сегодня ответить :с
Но у меня ещё 1.15, чтобы собраться, и я надеюсь, что у меня останется полчаса, чтобы это сделать >3

[Twenty One Grams]

Ск, только треть поста успела, айм сорри >.<

[Mackenzie]

Ничо, я буду ждать ^3^

[Twenty One Grams]

ФУХ Я НАКОНЕЦ-ТО НАПИСАЛА
Norman can't help but grin as he sees the expression of silent shock on Sean's face. His eyes are open wide, and he looks at the Reedus in complete disbelieve. Well, you can't blame a man for that. There was a single case in the whole Pet history, which is about two hundred years, whan a creature has spoken. Sean should probably feel honered.
"The fuck didn't you say anything before?!" he swears, still in shock, and blink a couple of times like he thinks that may undo what has just happened or erase his memory or something. Norman still holds his hand pressed to the man's chest, and the mentioned man doesn't move for some time, and Norm begins to wonder if he will ever say a word again when suddenly Sean makes an unexpected, shapr movement, closing the remaining distance between them and, shit, their faces are so ridicilously close now that Norman can feels other's breath on his lips, and that sensation makes him a little light-headed. Not because he likes it, but because it's so disghusting it makes him sick, obviously.
"Yeah well, guess what, Princess," hearing this word immediately turns Norman from pleased to angy, 'cause, just, what the actual fuck?! "I AM taking fucking care of you by not buying you that shit. If you want to ruin your life and die of lung-cancer by 30 or however-the-fuck-old are you in human years, you're gonna do it yourself. Without my help," he reaches his hand to Norman's whrist and grabs it tightly to pull it away and return Norm's previous gesture by pressing his own hand to his own chest firmly, and Norman is so gonna rip his throat off with bare teeth. "And going down to the store is certainly not a problem, seeing as you can talk all of a sudden."
Norman probably hasn't been so angry in his entire life. He always had a temper, yeah, but the actual desire to do something bad to a person, to hurt them, break them, do something to their body is not a familiar feeling. So for some moments he just stands there thembling with rage, not really knowing what to do, and when a worried to shit voice sounds in his head. "Norman, what the hell is going on, are you okay?!"
"You stick your papers up your ass, sunshine," the Reedus hisses aloud, throwing the ten into his loser owner's face. "I don't need your fucking money."
He leaves the flat slamming the door behind himself so hard it creaks patheticly.

"I am okay, yeah," he answers his brother as he goes down the stairs. "It's just I don't really get along with my bastard owner."
Getting ciggaretts without any money isn't a problem for him. He has been doing that his whole life - the Creator didn't give them any money, of course, and he didn't even know that they were smoking. Norman just used to sneak out of the house when the pld man was sleeping or busy in his lab and do his thing. Not hard to repeat the process.
"But you must get along with him, he is your Right!," his brother sounds almost desprerate. "It's so good to feel this way with Andrew, I wish you knew.."
"And I don't," Norm interapts with irritation. "The bastard won't buy me ciggaretts, he is against smoking, piece of shit, so I have to get them the usual way, and that blows."
"Mmm, yeah, I told Andy you we were smoking and he warned that there will be a problem for you, 'cause Sean is just a tiny bit crazy about that," answers the Reedus with a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Just a tiny bit, oh yeah," he mutters as he looks around the street. He finds his target rather quickly - a young woman standing just a few meters away from him, holding a ciggarette nervously, the bulge a shape of a ciggarett pack on her jacket. "Sorry, gotta go." He stops the dialoge and starts approaching the woman, an expression of holy innocence written on his face. Smiling like a retarded idiot he bambs into her, giggles stupidly and continues his path.
"Oh my God," she spits and Norman can feel with his back how she looks at him with disghust. "Your master shouldn't let you out, you stupid thing. Those pets are so goddamn stupid."
As he turns round the corner he hears how she throws her ciggarette on the ground and steps on it with her hill and then walk away. He smirks to himself, holding an almost full pack in his fingers. It is so easy to pretend to be just some low lever pet who knows nothing and barely understand what is going on around him. People never expect any kind of danger from those, so he used this as best as he could. He stole so many things this way he can't even count them. But if he could, that would be a pretty impressive number.
He pulls a lighter out of his pockets, clicks it and finally makes his first puff of the day, and that feels so goddamn good he even forget his current situation for a moment. But soon he remembers, and he feels the anger rising in him again. That moron has no right to ban him from his habbits. Yeah, he is a Pet, but he smarter than the most of human population on their planet. And he won't stand this kind of shit.
So he comes back to Sean's house, takes an elevator on his floor and slams his fist on his door, lit ciggarette in his mouth. He wanna see the reaction so badly.

[Mackenzie]

Пардон, ЧП в виде помывки извазюкавшейся на море и в луже собаки и последующего похода в клинику возникло.

Sean calmly watches as the Reedus flies into a barely contained fit of rage, body wrecked by tremors. Well, somebody is certainly lacking in the self-control department.
The irony if his thoughts hits him synchronously with the ten-dollar bill; right in his face.
Oh, that little fucking shit..!
However, before he can do something about the boiling fury rapidly rising to the surface, the Pet slams the front door with a hiss, disappearing from view and quite possibly saving his own skin.
Now Sean is the one trembling, clenching and unclenching his fists in a vain attempt to compose himself.
He stands there for minutes, nostrils flaring, battling with the desire to punch something, and he would, if that bastard didn't just shut the door on him, strutting out all high and mighty like a bloody model.
Flanery is by no means a calm man. His decisions are rash, arguments and convictions heated, words sharp and unapologetic. He doesn't care of what the others think, doesn't take them into consideration, doesn't care if his words might hurt or offend. And it's not that he's a grade-A asshole, it's just the way he is. He mostly means well, and even if his jokes are mean — to him it's all in good humor. The only times he's calm and collected are out on the mat.
So really, the fucker is lucky he hightailed it out of here, or he'd be sporting a shiner at best. And Sean really isn't sure if that'd fly — is there even a thing like a "Pet Committee"? Like, the one that looks for abusers and has the right to press charges or confiscate? Fuck if he knows. Maybe he should've looked up more about this whole Pet thing before getting one.
Huffing out the air in exasperation, Flanery turns on his heel and heads into the living room, towards the low glass table where his phone sits. Picking up the thing, he quickly skims through his address book, finally finding the right name.
After a few ring, a rather suspiciously breathy kind of voice answers with a "Hello?".
Sean takes a second to stare into the wall and then cringes, "Hey, Andy-boy. And before you say more, no, I really DON'T want to know what you've been up to. Got a question to ask though."
There's a merry chuckle on the other end of the line, "Shoot."
"Alright, I know this might sound crazy, but I swear I'm not off my rocker," Sean rubs his forehead in agitation, plopping down on the armrest of his creamy sofa.
"Go on," Andy sounds kind of distracted, and Flanery swears that he can hear shuffling in the background.
"Right. Your Pet talks?" He prepares for a bewildered snort and some sort of a mockery, a light-hearted joke about his idiocy, maybe, but neither comes.
Instead, what he gets is a barely contained laughter in Andy's tone, "Took you this long to figure it out? Really, Sean?"
Flanery wants to fucking kick something, hard. Is everyone trying to outdo him today or what? Is it "Get Flanery Day" he isn't aware about?
"The fuck, Andy! You've got to be shitting me! How the hell was I supposed to know, huh? Huh?"
"Well, Norman told me as soon as we got home. I'm surprised-" He doesn't get to finish.
"Norman? Who the fuck is that cat?"
"The Reedus, Flanery. Geez, don't tell me you don't even know his name," the teasing tone just about does him in.
"Well fuck you, mister Einstein. Not everyone got the lovey-dovey-get-in-my-pants-now version if you haven't noticed," he bites out, bitter.
Andy immediately hears the change in his tone and decides to cut the conversation short. He know better than to pester Sean when he's in a pissy mood.
"Just- Look, relax, ok? Take it easy. I know it may seem hard and sudden, but you've got to at least try. And don't be too harsh on his smoking habit, alright? They've been at it for a rather long time, you've got to understand how that goes. Talk to him about it, maybe."
Sean gives a spiteful little laugh, "Yeah, we did. And didn't that go well."
After a brief pause, Lincoln sighs, "That why you in such a terrible mood?"
"Whatever, man. I gotta go, talk to you later," and just like that, Sean hangs up.
He spends the next ten minutes pacing around the flat, trying to figure out what his next actions should be, when a demanding knock rips him out from his thoughts.
And there, on the other side of the door, is the Reedus. Lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, blue eyes squinted and studying him with unextinguished anger.
Sean leans against the doorway, staring at the Reedus in return, checking him over from head to toe. No dirt on his clothes, no visible scrapes, no rips; so he didn't get in a scuffle. Sean lifts his gaze back up to that unconventionally pretty face — and pretty isn't really a suiting word — quirking an eyebrow.
"You know, normal civilized people don't usually stoop so low as to stealing," he jerks his head up a little. "Might want to finish that before you come in."
He really, really wants to slam the door in his face. Well, depending on the thing's answer, he still might.

[Twenty One Grams]

Sean opens the door rather quickly, to Normans surprise. He supposed the man will be so angry with him he will make him wait on his doorstep for a shitload of time. He does otherwise, but it doesn't take a lot of brains to notice that the man is still angry. He is not furious as he was some twenty minutes ago, yeah, and he looks calm, but a bit too calm. And the other thing that makes Norman quite uncomfortable is his... examining of the Reedus's body. It's like he is looking for some damage on him, with that disturbingly attentive look in his narrowed eyes. That even makes Norman cool down a bit. Not that he is afraid of the man or something, he is just... Well, he doesn't know what the fuck he is just, to be honest, but that doesn't change a frickin' thing.
"You know, normal civilized people don't usually stoop so low as to stealing," Sean quicks him eyebrow, light mockery noticable in his tone. "Might want to finish that before you come in."
Norman hesitates for a bit. Maybe, he should finish. Maybe, he should pacify his temper a bit. Maybe, he should listen to the man he is going to live with his entire life. And, well, not maybe. He definetely should do that. So he smirks and steps into the flat, pushing Sean to the side with his shoulder. He takes a quick puff and than throws the ciggarette out of the front door and to the floor hall, not even bothering to snub it out, admiring the view of a lit and slightly smoking ciggarette flying right past Sean's face. There is not a single piece of wood in this fancy building's halls anyway. And he is not smoking in the apartment. He only had one puff.
"So, where is my room, Master?" he highlines the last word, looking at Sean with a grin on his face. He was so not going to live by that idiot's rules.

[Mackenzie]

Ничё, просто Шон малясь взбесился, а он парень взрывчивый OuO Потом будет лучше OuO Пардон, что коротко OuO

Sean freezes as the Reedus pushes right past him, bumping into his shoulder (obviously) on purpose. And then throws the damn cigarette right into the hallway. He can't fucking believe it.
"So, where is my room, Master?" is what snaps Sean out of his stupor. From one split second to the next Sean is pressing the Reedus up against the wall, an elbow to his throat, noses almost touching, chests pressing together, and snarls.
"You gonna go out and pick that up right the fuck now," his voice is dangerously low and unwavering, leaving no room for discussion. The way he pins the Reedus to the wall with his hips probably has to do something with it as well. Flanery presses his arm against the Pet's throat a bit harder, forcing him to lift his chin up, and glares into the blue slits.
"And you're going to throw it in the fucking bin, you little shit," he all but growls, breath fanning over the Reedus' face. Oh, how he wants to jab the fucker in the ribs, but fuck.
He's almost stepping on the Pet's toes and he can feel the stormy atmosphere crackling in the air around them. Well, there goes his intention of staying calm.
Jesus fucking christ, maybe he shouldn't have gotten the thing after all. He'll end up ripping his throat out before he knows it.
"And your fucking room is down the fucking hall, to the fucking left," Flanery spits out and gives a hard shove, making sure the back of the Pet's head connects with the wall before taking a step back. He's still tense and ready to launch at the arrogant fuck if he tries anything funny or disobeys. Sean's fucking done with this bullshit, the Pet needs to learn his place, and then, maybe, he'll be given appropriate rights. Equal, even, maybe.
But from the way the dick behaves it's not likely to happen. And Sean doesn't take kindly to tolerating bullshit in his fucking house.

[Twenty One Grams]

ЫЫЫ ДОБРОЕ УТРО С ШОНОМ ФЛАНЭРИ
Я щас не успеваю написать, через 20 минут выходить уже надо, но у меня почти все пары в кабинетах, где есть ви-фи, так что я буду стараться в течение дня х3
Мысли у меня уже есть >3

[Twenty One Grams]

But from the way the dick behaves

Я сначала прочитала "his dick behaves" и такая ВОУВОУВОУ ШОН ИЗВРАЩЕНЕЦ ТЫ ТАКОЙ ПОЛЕГЧЕ

[Twenty One Grams]

Блин, чот у меня какие-то элементы ангста полезли, айм сорри Оо

Norman has quite an imagination, so he can think of almost every Sean's reaction including shouting, throwing things and bumping fists in the walls. Basically, doing lots of stupid annoying shit. But he doesn't expect to find himself pinned to the wall in a split second. He's got fucking nowhere to move, Sean holds his elbow tight against his throat, and that's when he recalls that he still wears a goddamn collar, which now sticks into his skin hard, and there is a sudden lack of air, and a hot breath to his ear, tickling, burning, and, fuck, that all in once is something he has never felt.
"You gonna go out and pick that up right the fuck now," his voice is low, hoarse, he talks slowly, clearly pronouicing every single fucking word like he is talking to someone really really stupid who doesn't understand a shit. And that fucking stings, and he wants to say something, or slam the fucker right in the face, but he can't. Sean's elbow presses to his neck even harder, forcing him to raise his chin and look the man right into the eyes, cold fury blazing in them. He isn't really sure how a fury can be cold and how it can blaze at the same time, but if fucking does. "And you're going to throw it in the fucking bin, you little shit."
Sean's hips are pinned to his own and he is almost stepping on Norman's toes and it makes him sick. It's so damn scary. He has never let anyone get so close to him, exept of his brother, of course, and know his heart bits like crazy, and he feels the sticky sweat on the back of his neck, and something tightening in his stomach, and a fucking storm of other feelings that just makes him wanna clamp up constantly and never see the light of the day. He has crossed some line with his actions, he gets it now, but for hell he will show this.
"And your fucking room is down the fucking hall, to the fucking left," Sean finally lets go, but first pushes him back rather hard, so his head meets with the wall he has been pined to for the last few minutes, and that hurts so much that he hisses angrily and [сжимать] his fists, his fingernails pinning into the skin of his palms.
"Physical violence is always the option, hah?" he asks, automatically raising his hand to his neck to rub on it, but he is not even able to do it properly, 'cause the collar gets in the way. That's annoying, frustrating, even humiliating. Frankly, he doesn't mind the thing. He is not supposed to. It's just something in his nature, it's common for a Pet of every level to wear a collar, they are Pet, after all, but right now he feels like his dignity is being taken away by this leather scrap.
So he obeys Sean without saying another word, going out into the hallway, picking his ciggarette up and thowing it into the bin standing next to the wall and a particulary ugly flower. Is his life going to become a living hell?
"You know that you are a complete shit as a Right, right?" he smirks at Sean as he comes back to the flat, closing the door behind him, but not slamming this time. "Couldn't just let me have my smoke, forcing me to steal the ciggarettes and than physically abusing me. I'm pretty sure that if there is some goddamn book like "How to treat your Pet" than none of those things are there. So fuck you and good night."
Norman doesn't wait for the answer, he just walks past Sean and to his fucking room down the fucking hall, to the fucking left.

***

"You know how our minds block the other's emotions when our own are too strong to prevent us from choking on them, right? Well, that didn't work this time. I am pretty much emotional right now, but I feel the sudden devastation somewhere in the corner of my mind. The fuck, Norm?" his brother's voice sounds not angry, not even worried, just... Sad.
"Yeah, I know, and I am so goddamn happy that I don't feel anything of your sweet sexy shit right now," Norman chuckles. He really is happy about this. Was not hard to guess what his little brother was doing that moment, and something like that bothering him was the least thing he needed. He knew it would make him nervous and even more uncomfortable.
"For fuck's sake, cut the crap!" Norman can't help but raise his eyebrow even though he know the other can't see him. It's just not in his brother chcracter to use such words, more his own area. "What the hell is going on between you two?"
"Ah, well," he decides it's probably better to act serious if the only person he cared about seemes to be really worried about him. "Out little argument got worse, an the fucker nearly choked me. Don't know what he is doing right now, been in my room for about half an hour now. And I hope he isn't stupid enough to come here, 'cause I will fucking kill him." That is meant to sound threatening, but turned out only as tired. Shit.
"Norman, that's not okay. He is your Right, you simply must get along with him. Are you sure you are compatible?" he sounds serious as hell.
"Strangely, yes, I am sure," Norm chuckles. He isn't sure how this could be, but... Well, simply but. "But I am also sure, and sure as hell, that this will never work out."
"Norm, do you need me to ask Andrew to talk with Sean about that?" he is getting sick of this. He doesn't need any freaking help, not even from his brother.
"Nope, I am good," he answers, rubbing on his neck again, and than adds, "for now. If if gets worse, I'll tell ya, allright? But now I am going to sleep it off and in the morning I will figure some way to take my revenge on this arrogant ass."
"Norm, you.." he starts, but Norman doesn't let him finish. He mutters "night", cuts the conversation off and rolls on his side. That is going to be a helluva long night.

[Mackenzie]

ЫЫЫ ДОБРОЕ УТРО С ШОНОМ ФЛАНЭРИ
АХАХ, КИНКОВОЕ ТОКШОУ ХДД
ДААА Шон извращенец, просто шифруется!
И омг, омг, he just walks past Sean and to his fucking room down the fucking hall, to the fucking left. ШИКАРНО!
Но ааангст(( НЕ ДАВИ НА ЖАЛОСТЬ СЦУКА ШОН НЕПРИКЛОНЕН И СУРОВ ХДДДДД