Ooh... Suitrios? Sorry mate.
"So, what rigorous training did the big guy put you through?" Asks 156, held by my front paws. We're led back in the lounge, on the sofa. I'm on my back and she's led sideways on me.
"Oh, nothing much." I say, scratching my ear. "Just jumping from pole-to-pole, leaping over acid, scaling walls, shredded by fans, shot at by air rifles and chased by razor sharp bugs."
"That's nice." She says vaguely, flicking through her book. I shake my head, smiling at her. I grab the book from her, keeping the page. "Hey!" she snaps, grabbing for it. "Get off!"
"Why do you like this reading malarkey?" I ask, holding it above my head, looking at it.
"Well, for one thing, it improves my intellect." She smiles, snatching the book back. "Something you could use(!)"
"Hey!" I laugh, grabbing her around her waist. She laughs as well, turning to face me, putting her arms around me. I feel a warm tingle all over my upper body. I look at her questioningly. "(Just thought you might be cold…)" she whispers, smiling.
I laugh slightly, then kiss her forehead gently. "(Just what I needed. Thanks.)" I say quietly. She puts her head under my chin, closing her eyes. I close my eyes as well, sighing.
"(I love you, 135…)" she whispers, rubbing her head against my chest.
"(I love you, 156…)" I reply, smiling to myself. This is what it's all about.
"Oh, please!" I hear from a voice. "Get a room!"
"We're already in one, so shove off." I reply angrily, not bothering to open my eyes. Wait a sec… I've never heard that voice before… I flick my eyes open, looking for this newbie. Well, well. It's another female. He's in a bit of a groove here. He's been doing females for the last, er, (4, 7, minusthreethatdied, hsbuh…) 14 experiments. Well, 15 now. This one must be… experiment… 21… 3? 214? Around that number.
She's about 3 and ½ foot tall, glistening, white eyes, shoulder-length, black-streaked-with-white hair that flows over her wide ears, small-ish nose, black fur over her body, white on her chest, around her eyes and in the inside of her ears. On her back, three scarlet quills poke out of her fur and her tail is wide, puffy, like an earth skunk.
"Let me guess." I say, looking her up and down. "You're 214, right?"
"215." she corrects me, folding her arms and frowning. Her eyes are really creeping me out.
"How're you doing?" asks 156, turning around. "I'm 156, and this is 135."
"Anyway, as you can see, we're a little busy at the moment." I say venomously, a hint of a growl in my voice. She growls back at me, putting her hands on her hips.
"Actually, I can't see." She snarls, blinking. "I'm blind. That idiot back there mixed the wrong things." She jerked her head towards the door.
"Sorry." I say, not meaning it. "Wait a sec. How did you know we were up to in here when you can't see?"
"I heard your little confessions of love, so I guessed." She smirks.
I growl at her. 156 interrupts. "So, 215, what can you do?"
"Well, 156," she says, smirking slightly to the left of me. "I'm able to reverse people's feelings for each other."
"(Remind me not to get close to you.)" I murmur, rolling my eyes.
"Hey!" she snaps, clicking her fingers at me. "I'm blind, not deaf! Advanced hearing to make up for no sight. Duh!"
…
She didn't just 'duh' me, did she? Ooh, she is gonna pay… No-one 'duh's me! I'm the-! Er, 'Duh'-er around here! ('Duh'-er, is that a real word?)
"Ok, thanks for the Biology lesson(!)" I say, raising an eyebrow. "Now, if you don't mind…?"
"Oh, don't worry!" she snorts, turning around, holding her hand up at me. "I'm oudda here." She stalks towards the door. She stops, turning around. "Numa-terranga." She walks out, a smug look on her face. …Huh? 156 turns to me. Why's she frowning at me like that?
"What the hell was that all about?" she growls, folding her arms. Uh-oh. I'm in trouble. She hardly ever swears.
"What?" I ask innocently. "She's got an attitude problem!"
"You could have been a bit kinder to her!" she says, sitting up off me. "It's her first day-! Well, ever!"
"Well it just proves that some people are rotten from the start!" I snap, sitting up as well.
"You hardly know her!" she says, her voice rising slightly. "You just got a bad first impression-!"
"First impressions count with me," I interrupt, my temper and voice rising. "And she's sending out one message: Bitch!"
"Oh!" she gasps, taken aback. I'm a bit surprised myself! I never swear! She growls at me, clenching her fists. "You are the most insensitive jerk I have ever met!"
"Me?!?" I snarl, back-quills rising. "You really are a stuck-up, snobbish little-! I'm sick of you going on about 'Giving the newbies a chance'! That routine went with Jumba's dress-sense!" She flicks opens her hands, sparks erupting from her fingers, snarling.
"I've had it with you!" she yells, giving me a death glare. "We are through!" And at that, she turns around, jumps off the sofa and storms towards the door.
"Good!" I yell at her back, turning away from her. I turn and stare at the back of the sofa, fuming, but not before I hear;
"Shut-aba, Meesa Na La Kweesta!!" I bite my lip, not giving her the satisfaction of retaliation. I hear her storm away, slamming the door behind her. Good riddance, I say. Annoying little-! It's much better this way. A lot quieter for a start. She was always winging and griping about one thing or another. I'm surprised we lasted this long. I flick my tail about, trying to calm down... Huh? I smell something.
I sit up and turn around, trying to calm down again. I recognise the scent. Oh boy. Here we go. 3… 2… 1… There's a knock at the door.
"(One, two, three, four, make 'em sweat outside the door,)" I whisper sadly. "(-five, six, seven, eight, always pays to make them wait, nine… ten…) Come in!" I always do that out of habit. 014 opens the door.
014 is about 3ft, slim, curvy-ish body, bright yellow fur, paler yellow on her chest, stomach and around her black, eyelashed eyes, small ears like an earth-deer's, two arms and legs and a long, thin tail split into a V-shape at the end. Her legs are hinged backwards, and on her head, she has two thin antlers instead of antennae.
"Hey, Odd?" she asks, walking to me. That's her nickname for me. (1, 3, 5?) I lie down again, frowning, looking away from her.
"Odd, what happened?" she asks patiently, walking to look me in the face. "Is it with 156? Did you have a row?" I looked away, not speaking, and then nodded.
"About the newbie." I explain in a monotone. "I said she was a bad egg. 156 didn't believe me. I wouldn't change my opinion, so she left."
"Well, it'll be alright, huh?" she says cheerily, moving round again. I don't move, looking at the floor. "(Huh?)" She asks, looking worried. I close my eyes and shake my head slowly. I hear her gasp quietly.
"(It's over between us.)" I say quietly, opening my eyes to look at her. She's got an 'I-can't-believe-this-has-happened-to-you-two-of-all-people' look on her face.
"(I'm… Sorry…)" she says quietly, looking away. That always tweaks me. Why do people say sorry like that?!? It sounds like it's their fault or something!
"Look, I feel sorry enough as it is without you feeling sorry as well!" I snap, frowning at her. That's a lie I know, I don't feel sorry one bit, but I had to say something! She looks a bit confused at that.
"Look," I explain kindly and quietly. "I'm feeling sorry as it is, then you come in feeling sorry for me when you didn't do anything, so that I start feeling sorry for you for feeling sorry at me for breaking up with 156, and now you're going to feel sorry for me feeling sorry for you for feeling sorry for me for breaking up with 156, and then I'm going to feel sorry for you for feeling sorry for me for feeling sorry for- For- for you feeling sorry for - For you feeling- at- at me- For- er- feeling sorry for, um… My head hurts." I groan, rubbing my face. She laughs at my confusion.
"Look," she says, sitting on the sofa beside me. "I'm just saying I feel bad for what's happened between you two, that's all."
"Oh…" I say, feeling stupid. Now it's obvious what she meant! Anger just confused me. "Sorry…"
"Naw, it's alright." She says, grinning at me. She opens her arms slightly, side-smiling at me. I roll my eyes, giving in. She gives me a quick hug around the neck. And before you out there think of anything, I'm not interested in her. We're just really good friends.
"Look, I know you're as stubborn as Jumba sometimes,-" she says, still hold of me.
"Hold up, no-one's that stubborn(!)" I interrupt, looking back at her. She laughs, giving a fake sigh.
"Alright, you're almost as stubborn as him, but 156 knows that. You'll get back together!" she says, leaning up of me.
"Yeah…" I say, smiling at her. But as she walks out, I can't help thinking;
'Do I want to get back together?'
Sorry, I did say he would have a girlfriend, I just didn't say how long. Sorry, please don't kill me... Review?
"So, what rigorous training did the big guy put you through?" Asks 156, held by my front paws. We're led back in the lounge, on the sofa. I'm on my back and she's led sideways on me.
"Oh, nothing much." I say, scratching my ear. "Just jumping from pole-to-pole, leaping over acid, scaling walls, shredded by fans, shot at by air rifles and chased by razor sharp bugs."
"That's nice." She says vaguely, flicking through her book. I shake my head, smiling at her. I grab the book from her, keeping the page. "Hey!" she snaps, grabbing for it. "Get off!"
"Why do you like this reading malarkey?" I ask, holding it above my head, looking at it.
"Well, for one thing, it improves my intellect." She smiles, snatching the book back. "Something you could use(!)"
"Hey!" I laugh, grabbing her around her waist. She laughs as well, turning to face me, putting her arms around me. I feel a warm tingle all over my upper body. I look at her questioningly. "(Just thought you might be cold…)" she whispers, smiling.
I laugh slightly, then kiss her forehead gently. "(Just what I needed. Thanks.)" I say quietly. She puts her head under my chin, closing her eyes. I close my eyes as well, sighing.
"(I love you, 135…)" she whispers, rubbing her head against my chest.
"(I love you, 156…)" I reply, smiling to myself. This is what it's all about.
"Oh, please!" I hear from a voice. "Get a room!"
"We're already in one, so shove off." I reply angrily, not bothering to open my eyes. Wait a sec… I've never heard that voice before… I flick my eyes open, looking for this newbie. Well, well. It's another female. He's in a bit of a groove here. He's been doing females for the last, er, (4, 7, minusthreethatdied, hsbuh…) 14 experiments. Well, 15 now. This one must be… experiment… 21… 3? 214? Around that number.
She's about 3 and ½ foot tall, glistening, white eyes, shoulder-length, black-streaked-with-white hair that flows over her wide ears, small-ish nose, black fur over her body, white on her chest, around her eyes and in the inside of her ears. On her back, three scarlet quills poke out of her fur and her tail is wide, puffy, like an earth skunk.
"Let me guess." I say, looking her up and down. "You're 214, right?"
"215." she corrects me, folding her arms and frowning. Her eyes are really creeping me out.
"How're you doing?" asks 156, turning around. "I'm 156, and this is 135."
"Anyway, as you can see, we're a little busy at the moment." I say venomously, a hint of a growl in my voice. She growls back at me, putting her hands on her hips.
"Actually, I can't see." She snarls, blinking. "I'm blind. That idiot back there mixed the wrong things." She jerked her head towards the door.
"Sorry." I say, not meaning it. "Wait a sec. How did you know we were up to in here when you can't see?"
"I heard your little confessions of love, so I guessed." She smirks.
I growl at her. 156 interrupts. "So, 215, what can you do?"
"Well, 156," she says, smirking slightly to the left of me. "I'm able to reverse people's feelings for each other."
"(Remind me not to get close to you.)" I murmur, rolling my eyes.
"Hey!" she snaps, clicking her fingers at me. "I'm blind, not deaf! Advanced hearing to make up for no sight. Duh!"
…
She didn't just 'duh' me, did she? Ooh, she is gonna pay… No-one 'duh's me! I'm the-! Er, 'Duh'-er around here! ('Duh'-er, is that a real word?)
"Ok, thanks for the Biology lesson(!)" I say, raising an eyebrow. "Now, if you don't mind…?"
"Oh, don't worry!" she snorts, turning around, holding her hand up at me. "I'm oudda here." She stalks towards the door. She stops, turning around. "Numa-terranga." She walks out, a smug look on her face. …Huh? 156 turns to me. Why's she frowning at me like that?
"What the hell was that all about?" she growls, folding her arms. Uh-oh. I'm in trouble. She hardly ever swears.
"What?" I ask innocently. "She's got an attitude problem!"
"You could have been a bit kinder to her!" she says, sitting up off me. "It's her first day-! Well, ever!"
"Well it just proves that some people are rotten from the start!" I snap, sitting up as well.
"You hardly know her!" she says, her voice rising slightly. "You just got a bad first impression-!"
"First impressions count with me," I interrupt, my temper and voice rising. "And she's sending out one message: Bitch!"
"Oh!" she gasps, taken aback. I'm a bit surprised myself! I never swear! She growls at me, clenching her fists. "You are the most insensitive jerk I have ever met!"
"Me?!?" I snarl, back-quills rising. "You really are a stuck-up, snobbish little-! I'm sick of you going on about 'Giving the newbies a chance'! That routine went with Jumba's dress-sense!" She flicks opens her hands, sparks erupting from her fingers, snarling.
"I've had it with you!" she yells, giving me a death glare. "We are through!" And at that, she turns around, jumps off the sofa and storms towards the door.
"Good!" I yell at her back, turning away from her. I turn and stare at the back of the sofa, fuming, but not before I hear;
"Shut-aba, Meesa Na La Kweesta!!" I bite my lip, not giving her the satisfaction of retaliation. I hear her storm away, slamming the door behind her. Good riddance, I say. Annoying little-! It's much better this way. A lot quieter for a start. She was always winging and griping about one thing or another. I'm surprised we lasted this long. I flick my tail about, trying to calm down... Huh? I smell something.
I sit up and turn around, trying to calm down again. I recognise the scent. Oh boy. Here we go. 3… 2… 1… There's a knock at the door.
"(One, two, three, four, make 'em sweat outside the door,)" I whisper sadly. "(-five, six, seven, eight, always pays to make them wait, nine… ten…) Come in!" I always do that out of habit. 014 opens the door.
014 is about 3ft, slim, curvy-ish body, bright yellow fur, paler yellow on her chest, stomach and around her black, eyelashed eyes, small ears like an earth-deer's, two arms and legs and a long, thin tail split into a V-shape at the end. Her legs are hinged backwards, and on her head, she has two thin antlers instead of antennae.
"Hey, Odd?" she asks, walking to me. That's her nickname for me. (1, 3, 5?) I lie down again, frowning, looking away from her.
"Odd, what happened?" she asks patiently, walking to look me in the face. "Is it with 156? Did you have a row?" I looked away, not speaking, and then nodded.
"About the newbie." I explain in a monotone. "I said she was a bad egg. 156 didn't believe me. I wouldn't change my opinion, so she left."
"Well, it'll be alright, huh?" she says cheerily, moving round again. I don't move, looking at the floor. "(Huh?)" She asks, looking worried. I close my eyes and shake my head slowly. I hear her gasp quietly.
"(It's over between us.)" I say quietly, opening my eyes to look at her. She's got an 'I-can't-believe-this-has-happened-to-you-two-of-all-people' look on her face.
"(I'm… Sorry…)" she says quietly, looking away. That always tweaks me. Why do people say sorry like that?!? It sounds like it's their fault or something!
"Look, I feel sorry enough as it is without you feeling sorry as well!" I snap, frowning at her. That's a lie I know, I don't feel sorry one bit, but I had to say something! She looks a bit confused at that.
"Look," I explain kindly and quietly. "I'm feeling sorry as it is, then you come in feeling sorry for me when you didn't do anything, so that I start feeling sorry for you for feeling sorry at me for breaking up with 156, and now you're going to feel sorry for me feeling sorry for you for feeling sorry for me for breaking up with 156, and then I'm going to feel sorry for you for feeling sorry for me for feeling sorry for- For- for you feeling sorry for - For you feeling- at- at me- For- er- feeling sorry for, um… My head hurts." I groan, rubbing my face. She laughs at my confusion.
"Look," she says, sitting on the sofa beside me. "I'm just saying I feel bad for what's happened between you two, that's all."
"Oh…" I say, feeling stupid. Now it's obvious what she meant! Anger just confused me. "Sorry…"
"Naw, it's alright." She says, grinning at me. She opens her arms slightly, side-smiling at me. I roll my eyes, giving in. She gives me a quick hug around the neck. And before you out there think of anything, I'm not interested in her. We're just really good friends.
"Look, I know you're as stubborn as Jumba sometimes,-" she says, still hold of me.
"Hold up, no-one's that stubborn(!)" I interrupt, looking back at her. She laughs, giving a fake sigh.
"Alright, you're almost as stubborn as him, but 156 knows that. You'll get back together!" she says, leaning up of me.
"Yeah…" I say, smiling at her. But as she walks out, I can't help thinking;
'Do I want to get back together?'
Sorry, I did say he would have a girlfriend, I just didn't say how long. Sorry, please don't kill me... Review?