*arrrrrgh*
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lavandarlizard2I'm rapidly becoming homicidal. *grrrrrr* When did consideration for other people become a bad thing?! O_O I have a neighbor with a screamer kid. Nothing wrong; the kid just likes to open her mouth and scream. >_< Does no one ever suggest to their kids that they shut the fuck up, or is that too damaging to their precious little psyches?
Aw shit. There she goes again. *facepalm* Calling the management office again. *sigh*
In more jolly news... BFB. ^___^
He uncurled and beamed at me like a happy rat. “You are a wonderful Creature!”
“Sure I am,” I muttered. He did his change thing, though, and within a few seconds I had the Were-Tiger’s scruffy neighbor before me. Something seemed a little different this time.
“Farquahar, have you… um… had some work done?”
He blinked at me with Human brown eyes. “Huh?”
“You look… different somehow.”
He brightened and flashed a full grin. “Were-Tiger Ovalia said she was okay with me, now that the spell was gone. It was her idea for me to… to… tidy up a little,” he said proudly.
Ah. Female wiles, maybe? Who knew demons could be swayed that way? It did make a difference; his teeth were whiter and more even, his face was a bit leaner, his eyebrows not so tangled. He was also a bit taller and broader across the shoulders. The clothes were the same scruffy jeans and a blue plaid flannel shirt and a pair of run-down cowboy boots, though. The make-over had not extended to his wardrobe.
Nothing really obvious had changed. I imagined that any of the locals he dealt with would probably just assume a haircut or dental visit; nothing weird or magical about that. He did look… well… better. More Humanly attractive. I wondered fleetingly if he was a bit sweet on Ovalia. Or even his minder.
I ushered him in and set about gathering up my yarn and hooks from the meltdown. Inazuma was sulking in the corner of the loveseat, arms and legs both defensively crossed. He glared at the demon suspiciously even as he folded to sit on the floor next to my chair.
I sighed and resigned myself to being a peacemaker.
“I can see we need some ground rules,” I began, and Zuma switched to glaring at me. I ignored it. “First thing is, Farq is welcome, as long as he behaves himself. Q made sure you can’t be ensorcelled the way you were before, so I expect you will behave in a properly civilized fashion; yes?” Farquahar nodded eagerly. “Good. You need to call before you show up next time. I’ll give you my number. Heero is still kind of cranky and if you just drop in, he might drop you out.” He ducked his head apologetically. Dealing with Farq was almost like a game of charades.
Then I turned to Inazuma. “Zuma, I adore you, but you’re going to make me crazy if you start being as protective as Heero.” He lifted one shoulder, blushing.
“Sorry, Duo. It’s just… after everything else that’s happened this year…”
“Yeah, yeah; I know. I’m a bad luck magnet. But you *do* understand that I can take care of myself, right? I get the whole ‘protective nature’ thing and it’s cool up to a point. But the Farquahar thing is done; Wufei’s fine and you were quick to take cover. And the cops were on top of it immediately.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Farq twitched and rubbed at his chest. I never even thought that maybe being shot had actually hurt him. Did demons notice bullets?
Zuma sighed heavily. “I know; I know… It’s just… well, it was scary.” He looked up at me. “I’ve never seen anyone gets shot before. It’s really… messy… All that blood…”
“I’m really sorry,” said Farq softly, and we both looked at him. “I don’t even remember when I started acting so weird. I’ve never hurt anyone before. I’m not that kind of demon. I just want to get along and not bother anyone.” He looked at Zuma. “I understand why you’re still mad; I really am sorry I scared you and shot Lord Dragon Wufei. I’ve never killed anything but the bugs that eat my garden. I even buy meat at the grocery store.” He looked almost… tearful. I glanced at Zuma. His expression was just… priceless.
“Oh, crap…” he muttered, and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Dammit Duo! Why didn’t you warn me?!”
“Warn you? About what?”
“Demon puppy eyes!” He covered his face. “Dammit, you *know* I have no defense against the puppy eyes!”
Really? Elves can’t fight puppy eyes? Demons *do* puppy eyes?! I took a look at Farq’s face and sure enough; puppy eyes. Sorrowful, watery, big brown puppy eyes. Nuclear puppy eyes. They weren’t affecting me, though.
I snickered and grinned at Inazuma. “Okay, seriously; how can you stay angry with *that*?”
The Elf glared at me, at Farquahar and at my ceiling. “Dammit Banshee,” he muttered again. He pointed a finger at Farquahar. “We are *not* friends; I am still pissed. But since you are Duo’s… friend, I will be tolerant and polite. And watchful,” he said darkly.
“That you, Master Elf! I will try to be worthy,” returned the demon eagerly.
Yay. Crisis averted. Damn, I should be a fucking diplomat. Not.
Aw shit. There she goes again. *facepalm* Calling the management office again. *sigh*
In more jolly news... BFB. ^___^
He uncurled and beamed at me like a happy rat. “You are a wonderful Creature!”
“Sure I am,” I muttered. He did his change thing, though, and within a few seconds I had the Were-Tiger’s scruffy neighbor before me. Something seemed a little different this time.
“Farquahar, have you… um… had some work done?”
He blinked at me with Human brown eyes. “Huh?”
“You look… different somehow.”
He brightened and flashed a full grin. “Were-Tiger Ovalia said she was okay with me, now that the spell was gone. It was her idea for me to… to… tidy up a little,” he said proudly.
Ah. Female wiles, maybe? Who knew demons could be swayed that way? It did make a difference; his teeth were whiter and more even, his face was a bit leaner, his eyebrows not so tangled. He was also a bit taller and broader across the shoulders. The clothes were the same scruffy jeans and a blue plaid flannel shirt and a pair of run-down cowboy boots, though. The make-over had not extended to his wardrobe.
Nothing really obvious had changed. I imagined that any of the locals he dealt with would probably just assume a haircut or dental visit; nothing weird or magical about that. He did look… well… better. More Humanly attractive. I wondered fleetingly if he was a bit sweet on Ovalia. Or even his minder.
I ushered him in and set about gathering up my yarn and hooks from the meltdown. Inazuma was sulking in the corner of the loveseat, arms and legs both defensively crossed. He glared at the demon suspiciously even as he folded to sit on the floor next to my chair.
I sighed and resigned myself to being a peacemaker.
“I can see we need some ground rules,” I began, and Zuma switched to glaring at me. I ignored it. “First thing is, Farq is welcome, as long as he behaves himself. Q made sure you can’t be ensorcelled the way you were before, so I expect you will behave in a properly civilized fashion; yes?” Farquahar nodded eagerly. “Good. You need to call before you show up next time. I’ll give you my number. Heero is still kind of cranky and if you just drop in, he might drop you out.” He ducked his head apologetically. Dealing with Farq was almost like a game of charades.
Then I turned to Inazuma. “Zuma, I adore you, but you’re going to make me crazy if you start being as protective as Heero.” He lifted one shoulder, blushing.
“Sorry, Duo. It’s just… after everything else that’s happened this year…”
“Yeah, yeah; I know. I’m a bad luck magnet. But you *do* understand that I can take care of myself, right? I get the whole ‘protective nature’ thing and it’s cool up to a point. But the Farquahar thing is done; Wufei’s fine and you were quick to take cover. And the cops were on top of it immediately.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Farq twitched and rubbed at his chest. I never even thought that maybe being shot had actually hurt him. Did demons notice bullets?
Zuma sighed heavily. “I know; I know… It’s just… well, it was scary.” He looked up at me. “I’ve never seen anyone gets shot before. It’s really… messy… All that blood…”
“I’m really sorry,” said Farq softly, and we both looked at him. “I don’t even remember when I started acting so weird. I’ve never hurt anyone before. I’m not that kind of demon. I just want to get along and not bother anyone.” He looked at Zuma. “I understand why you’re still mad; I really am sorry I scared you and shot Lord Dragon Wufei. I’ve never killed anything but the bugs that eat my garden. I even buy meat at the grocery store.” He looked almost… tearful. I glanced at Zuma. His expression was just… priceless.
“Oh, crap…” he muttered, and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Dammit Duo! Why didn’t you warn me?!”
“Warn you? About what?”
“Demon puppy eyes!” He covered his face. “Dammit, you *know* I have no defense against the puppy eyes!”
Really? Elves can’t fight puppy eyes? Demons *do* puppy eyes?! I took a look at Farq’s face and sure enough; puppy eyes. Sorrowful, watery, big brown puppy eyes. Nuclear puppy eyes. They weren’t affecting me, though.
I snickered and grinned at Inazuma. “Okay, seriously; how can you stay angry with *that*?”
The Elf glared at me, at Farquahar and at my ceiling. “Dammit Banshee,” he muttered again. He pointed a finger at Farquahar. “We are *not* friends; I am still pissed. But since you are Duo’s… friend, I will be tolerant and polite. And watchful,” he said darkly.
“That you, Master Elf! I will try to be worthy,” returned the demon eagerly.
Yay. Crisis averted. Damn, I should be a fucking diplomat. Not.
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Date: 2009-06-19 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-20 02:51 am (UTC)And love the demon puppy eyes. *snerk*
~Nereid82@yahoo.com
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Date: 2009-06-20 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-20 03:32 am (UTC)Hopefully he'll follow Duo's instructions and spruce up the wardrobe a bit. ^_____^
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Date: 2009-06-20 03:34 am (UTC)Farq is a very bad demon, but a fairly okay person. ^__^
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Date: 2009-06-20 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-20 03:07 pm (UTC)You never thought of demons as being cuddly? O_o
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Date: 2009-06-21 04:10 am (UTC)Yay, BFB! I'll let you know what I think of this installment when I get caught up. :)
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Date: 2009-06-21 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-21 03:09 pm (UTC)Take your time; it'll be here. ^____^
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Date: 2009-06-21 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 04:23 am (UTC)^_____^
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 04:37 am (UTC)I really wish sometimes that the dumpsters were big enough to dump bodies. ^____^
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 08:25 pm (UTC)I swear, between the screaming kid, the screaming psycho adult (who also likes to run screaming down the street out front - it's funny; the doppler effect is quite interesting), the new pothead and the old drunken college students, this is a lot more lively place than I expected when we moved in. >_>
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Date: 2009-06-23 12:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-23 12:29 am (UTC)(O)(O)(O)