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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 24, 2010 22:21:41 GMT -4
  
He held his breath and waited for a reply. There was none. He stepped inside and looked around. It was totally quiet except for the buzzing of some flies or gnats, and a bit stuffy. It was beautiful though. There were flowers in bloom everywhere. It smelled amazing. Mel bit his lower lip and checked his watch. It was 3:45, plenty of time before his- he felt a chill run up his spine and his stomach drop- his date tonight. He wasn't really sure how it would turn out and was a bit scared because he had never been on one before. He was sort of panicking, but the smell of the greenhouse seemed to have a soothing effect. He had time to stay.
He wanted to do something though. Something he hadn't done for a long time. He looked around for a good covered spot settling for a spot behind a bush near the corner of the building. Taking once more to look around he ducked down. First removing the clips holding his cream-colored beret he held it so it wouldn't get dirty. He shrugged out of his brown jacket and slipped the green and white striped shirt over his head. He undid his pants but hesitated to take them off. His shift was smaller than he was so it wouldn't have been a problem either way. It just felt super weird to strip down completely.
Crouching he willed himself to change. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the warm feeling of his joints preparing to change position. The first crack sounded followed by a few more. Mel stayed still, trying to ignore the pain as his body distorted and change its shape. He changed as he shrunk, but in no time he found himself looking up at the plants that were suddenly very high up. The cream colored hamster's ears flicked and it stood up on its hind legs, scenting the air. If Mel had had the same expression as a human, he would've been smiling. The hamster took a brief moment to wash his face and groom the fur that had somehow become ruffled. Mel looked back at the crumpled pile of clothing and suddenly wished he had folded it before he changed.
That wasn't very important right now though. The little rodent scurried out from under the bush and onto the path, relishing the feeling of soil beneath its paws. Mel the hamster blinked, first the right eye, then the left, like a true hamster would. He sat up again and looked around. Was that...? Yeah it had to be! Sunflowers! He decided that would be his first stop and started in that direction on all four paws.
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Tokiie Shibata
Sociology
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Yeh, genetically, I'm a male. What's it to ya?
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jun 25, 2010 14:15:48 GMT -4
It was sunny today. Hot and sunny and humid and it felt as if his hair had melted and was sticking to his face. Quite frankly, Tokiie wasn’t enjoying this too much. He was used to hot weather but this was getting ridiculous. His dorm room’s air conditioning was pretty busted as well, and he wasn’t about to go and crash at one of his friend’s rooms just because he needed to get away from the head. The one single place he knew with a consistent temperature was the greenhouse, so that’s where he headed off to first.
He liked the greenhouse and had visited it multiple times in the past. This time, it was to get away from the sweltering temperatures. He was familiar with its interior, where all the flowers were and which plant was which. Well, if he never got into sociology, he might as well have gotten into botany, but most likely he’d skip that and go straight to marine biology. But he got that sociology major and he was sailing smooth.
The greenhouse looked almost identical to how he had seen it last time. There was the bench that he often sat in to study, the little purple flowers that he had yet to identify, the birds of paradise and the faint twitter of various avians and insects. He walked through and went towards the back, where most of the flowers were in bloom this time around. If anything, he liked flowers, the bird of paradise being his favourite, and the back being where most of them were kept.
To be honest, he wasn’t quite expecting it. As he walked along, blissfully minding his own business, he swore he saw something move near his feet. Tokiie jumped, startled, as he saw a little… Thing, dart around underneath his feet. Damn, another second and there would’ve been quite an unpleasant crunching noise. What was that? A rat? First time he had seen a fluffy, golden-brown rat, but there was a first time for everything.
Tokiie had always been quick; it was one of the things he truly prided himself in. His shift was the fastest thing in water, so he strived to get anywhere close to that. He reached out and grabbed the little thing and brought it close to his face with two hands. It was… A hamster? A cute one to boot, but a hamster? In a greenhouse?
”Why hello there, little cutie.” He smiled at the little rodent. ”And where did you come from?”
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 25, 2010 20:58:39 GMT -4
He set to work, very gradually eating one side away then turning it to get some more, but eventually he finished. The hamster took a brief moment to wash its face then dashed back onto the path, failing to see the person just about to take a step. the ground vibrated beneath him and he heard a loud noise. It was deafening to his sensitive ears, he froze. Unable to move he couldn't run like his instincts told him too.
He felt hands slip around him, he felt the sickening rush of being lifted. he looked around, looking for a way out but his eyes locked right on with the dark eyes of a human. Well, a shifter, if he was on the island that whoever it was had to be a shifter. He squeaked and backed up against the fingers cupping his tiny body. His black ears folded back against his head, his fur poofed out in a vain attempt to appear larger than he really was.
The voice was painfully loud. "Please don't hurt me.." Mel said. But of course, hamsters and humans didn't speak the same way. So it just came out as sort of a squeak. Mel wanted to get away. His hamster instinct told him to act out and bite the person. But he didn't want to get dropped and stepped on, so he just sat there hoping for a good outcome. But nothing could be guaranteed∫∫∫ Word count: 472 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; Sorry, my word count is a little low today -_- Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 . |
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jun 25, 2010 22:46:41 GMT -4
The little thing was certainly very fluffy, almost like a puff ball that you used to apply powder with. It had scuttled back a fair distance against his fingers. Little thing was probably terrified of… Well… The human handling him. The little squeak struck him as almost unsettlingly adorable. Tokiie had a certain soft spot for little balls of fluff, tiny animals in general, and fish. But he didn’t like horses… Or barking dogs… And he had a certain aversion to cats, but aside from that, it was all cute to him.
Tokiie began to pet the little thing gently with two fingers. It was certainly very fluffy. He wouldn’t mind keeping the little rodent as a pet; it was easily hidden and pretty quiet. He had quite the collection of fish back home in Japan, where there were always ponds and aquariums and huge tanks. His family, being fairly royal, freely indulged his love of fish. His father had a black dog that used to be a stray, but that was the extent of animals beyond aquatic life in his family.
Then it smacked him upside the head like a sack of bricks and bent metal parts. No, not the hamster. It simply just dawned on him that this little thing didn’t belong in here at all, and on an island infested with shifters… Oh damn.
”Oh crap,” Quickly but gentler then before, he knelt and gently placed the hamster back onto the ground. And if this so happened to be a normal, every day hamster, he would feel really stupid, but better safe then sorry. ”Sorry. You’re a shifter, are you?” He wanted to scream just about a million more sorrys but decided against it. And if, by any chance, he was speaking to a regular old hamster who happened to wander out of somebody’s dorm…
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 26, 2010 1:06:55 GMT -4
He began to shake when he felt the person's fingers run down his body. Sure it felt good, if he wasn't so scared he might have actually enjoyed it. Being petted- either as a hamster or as a human- was one of his secret weaknesses, it was the fastest way to disarm him. Fortunately most people didn't just come up and stroke him at random. That would be slightly disturbing. The hamster began to un-tense. Well, at least the person was planning on tormenting a helpless animal.
"Oh crap.." Mel's ears perked. He felt the gradual rush in his stomach as he approached the ground. His tiny heart began to beat faster, this time as hopeful. His paws touched the stone. He looked around and sat up on his hind legs, gently touching a paw to the one of the person's fingertips as an odd gesture to tell him that he was indeed a shifter. He was unable to calm himself for a few moments and looked up at the person , scratched behind an ear and ran between his legs. On the other side he stopped and looked again at the person. Ran a few more steps, stopped, sat up, made eye contact then repeated. He didn't know any other way to tell the person that he wanted him to follow. Run, stop, wait, go. That's how the dogs in the movies did it, right? Actually, Mel found it painfully reminiscent of the movie Ratatouille for some reason. This guy had to know what it was Mel wanted him to do. He repeated the process until he was exhausted and just started along the path. He looked back to make sure the person was still there before jumping off the path and into the bushes. He went until he reached his clothing and sat on it.∫∫∫ Word count: 424 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; Sorry, my word count is a little low today -_- Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 . |
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Yeh, genetically, I'm a male. What's it to ya?
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jun 27, 2010 22:05:38 GMT -4
The little hamster really was cute. Of course, not as cute as Cow, his first pet ever, but still cute none the less. Cow was a panda moore goldfish, and one of the reasons why he had named it Cow was that it was black and white. Also, it was a fat little fish. The little thing being round only added so many points to its cute factor, and by the time the little hamster was on the ground, Tokiie was all but obsessed. He had a really, really tender spot for cute little things. Except for cats.
Okay, and now he felt really, really stupid. So the hamster was a shifter after all, clearly shown by the way it reached out and touched a tiny paw to his finger. The little shifter scratched at its ears, paused, then bolted off between his legs. Tokiie turned to look, and was stared back down by the little hamster. It stopped, looked at him, bolted, lather, rinse, repeat. It reminded him oddly of the dogs in those movies when they wanted somebody to follow them. Tokiie got up and walked after the little rodent, making sure not to step on it along the way. That would result in a rather nasty splatter and a huge explanation.
Next thing he knew, hamster was gone. Tokiie paused, scanning the immediate area, before catching a faint rustle in the bushes. Pulling some of the leaves aside, he found a small pile of messy clothing, with a certain Mr. Rodent sitting right on top, staring at him expectantly. What did it want him to do? He knelt again and reached out to pet the fluffball once again. Still his weakness; fluffy things.
”You want me to fold these or something?” He reached out and picked up the shirt, folded it neatly and put it aside. It was candy-striped green. He picked up the pants, folded that too and placed it aside; a beigy-brown colour. The hat went on top; white. He had this thing for colour too, which was probably why he wore so much of it.
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 28, 2010 1:55:48 GMT -4
Mel didn't know much about hamsters, no, the only rodent he had ever had contact with was a little mouse. Just about half the size of a person's palm and just as friendly and refreshing as a cool glass of ice-water on a sweltering summer day. Mel named him 'Mr.Nibbles' a bit childish, but it made sense to the child. Mr.Nibbles had a tendency of gently nip at something before he had anything to do with it. It didn't hurt, it was much more of a tickle really. Although he was small he was really quite chubby, Mel couldn't help but feed him just a few extra mouse treats when he had them. The mouse didn't seem to mind though. It was patched here and there with cream coloring, his ears were flesh colored, as was his tail, both without blemishing features. It's eyes were small and black, but always seemed to be focused on one thing or another. When Mel would take him out of his cage, he obediently flopped down where ever he was. Usually on his owner's shoulder, even in his head. Being the eight-year old that he was, Mel liked to watch cartoons. He came under the impression that the mouse liked the cartoon Hamtaro, because of the similarities. From this Mel grew to love the show himself. His mother also adored the rodent. His brothers, not so much. That was precisly the reason Mr.Nibble's life ended so prematurely.
After about only a year and a half, Jarick broke its neck. Mel didn't really know why, he supposed out of pure malicious intent. Jarick was always the initiator, while Marceli brought up the rear and took the brunt of any backfire. But this time it was all Jarick. Mel watched him do it to. It was awful, he still couldn't think about it without feeling fit to throw up. after that eh never wanted another pet, they tried getting him a gerbil but the little boy went missing right before they were set to go to the pet store. Just as though they planned on taking him to get his spleen removed. They gave up.
Mel the hamster pressed his head affectionately into the person's touch this time. He knew that this person realized he was a shifter, so he didn't need to worry about a thing. He was surprised to see him start folding his clothing though. He thought he had made it obvious that he was a human, and as such he intended to shift back into his regular form. Well.. perhaps not. How would one communicate such a thing without the usage of word, gesture, or facial expression. The person was still bent over, Mel took the opportunity and scurried up the person's sleeve and onto his shoulder. He looked down at the clothing then far into the distance in the opposite direction. He repeated the gesture a few times, then took a moment to smooth the facial fur that was ruffled by the person's touch. He blinked and searched for any sign of understanding in the person's eyes.∫∫∫ Word count: 584 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; ^^ nutin. Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 . |
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jun 28, 2010 23:11:01 GMT -4
Cow had probably been his first best friend, despite the only thing the little fish did all day was swim in circles and sometimes sit near the surface of the bowl when it was feeding time. He—Tokiie as convinced that Cow had been a he—was as round as a ping pong ball and white with black splotches, or the other way around? Well, whatever, the goldfish had been cute as hell and little Tokiie had loved the thing with all his heart. Yes, Cow was still alive. He had gotten the goldfish when he was three years old, and now he was seventeen, so that made Cow fourteen years old at the very least. He was a carp, he lived a long time, but he never grew bigger and stayed as fat as ever. Unfortunately, Tokiie had to leave Cow back in Japan when he came to the school, and he had given his parents explicit instructions to always leave Cow in his own bowl and not put him with the other fish, as well as feeding him that specific brand of fish pellets. Also, when his tummy got upset like it did seemingly once every week, feed his a mushed boiled pea to make him feel better.
He was completely serious.
So his mother did what she had been instructed and for a year now, Cow had been the spitting image of health. Even now as he thought of this, Cow was doing very well in his bowl back in Japan. He was now an official old-geezer and still going strong. As long as his mother kept doing what he told her to do, it would be like that for quite a few more years, at best. Hopefully, when he graduated this dump and went back to Japan for university or something, Cow would still be well.
Just as Tokiie finished folding the clothes, little hamster suddenly went scurrying up his pink sleeves that were about twice as long as his arms. The little paws tickled, and once he had gotten past the initial jump, he almost felt like laughing. Little hamster, ritoruhamusuta, looked off into the distance, back down at the clothes, then off again. Now what did he want him to do? Tokiie picked up the clothes and stood up, careful not to throw the hamster off. Now Tokiie was truly confused. He took a few steps forward, then stopped.
”Um… Where do you want me to go?”
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 29, 2010 0:16:08 GMT -4
But what wasn’t was that movement and spacing was drastically different, as were his limb sizes. Although it served to make scurrying and slipping into tight spaces easier, it was also greatly complicated seemingly commonplace activities. Opening a door handle was impossible, and another one was interacting with animals. He had to avoid other animals at all cost. A dog would nap him up in one bite, and a cat… he shuddered to think. A cat might toy with him before deciding to chow down. But of course there were plenty of other things. He always was looking at the sky as a hamster. A hawk would have no problems with picking him up for a little snack. It wasn’t even safe at Shifter Academy; all of those animals resided there. Of course they were shifters but people thought different in their alternate forms. Wolves for instance had no problem consuming raw meat whilst in their form, but would probably become nauseous if they tried to do it as a human.
That reminded Mel, what kind of shift was this person. He wished he could get a good look at his face. But he just couldn’t. He settled for getting an idea of scent for the person. His velvety pink nose hovered just above the skin of his shoulder, his whisker tips gently brushing along the skin to give him an idea of his bearings. The scent was deep as the sea. It had levels to it, the surface was very thick and ocean-like smell. Perhaps this person spent a lot of time near the ocean? Mel noticed that your skin would tend to absorb the essence of what was nearest. The next level was somewhat dry, not a bad dry something like a methodical dry. While the hardest to detect was something that smelled almost like a clear breeze with the scent of something he couldn’t identify. It was something similar to Aoi’s scent in that respect. But it was difficult to tell because he had worn Axe the first time they met.
Mel found himself analyzing the scent deeper than he had first intended. Such that he didn’t notice the person picking up his clothing and starting to walk. ”Um.. where do you want me to go?”
Mel was at a total loss. He stood on his hindlegs again and tried to make motions with his stubby forelegs towards the ground, then out towards the path. He really just wanted to shift back in privacy so he could explain himself. But how could he communicate that? With a huff he flopped onto the person’s shoulder, stretching out his paws in front of him as if to say, “Whatever. I give up, do what you want.” ∫∫∫ Word count: 512 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; mmyes.. *smokes Sherlock Holmes-esque pipe* Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 .
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jul 2, 2010 13:29:22 GMT -4
Tokiie felt the tickle on his shoulder, signifying that the little hamster was probably taking a whiff of him. He didn’t imagine he would smell very badly, but more like the sea, thanks to the amounts of time he spent on the beach. Thanks to his shift too, who always kept a sort of salty smell floating around him. Since summer had come along, he planned on taking even more time chilling at the beach. During the winter months, he had only swum in the water as a sailfish, who didn’t seem to mind the cold at all. In fact, the fish seemed to like it a bit, but would always favour the warm waters.
Then the hamster stood up on its hind legs and started flailing it’s forepaws around. When the look on Tokiie’s face told it that he still didn’t understand, hamster just flopped down on his shoulder as if in defeat. Well, now what? Though Tokiie was good at reading human facial expressions, quirks and emotions, he was at loss when a little hamster started flailing around on his shoulder. He was sure that he couldn’t read animals, since their faces didn’t change too much. Humans were a different story.
Tokiie looked at the path in front of him, and then at the pile of clothes in his arms. Maybe the hamster wanted him to leave so he could change back? Well, the shifter underneath the fur had certainly solidified the fact that it was naked. Tokiie reached up at the hamster and couldn’t help but pet it’s head a few more times before taking it and placing it back on the ground, right on top of the pile of clothes. The little golden-ish hamster was so cute, he wondered if the person underneath the fur was just as adorable.
Tokiie walked out from behind the bush, at down on the ground and waited.
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jul 3, 2010 23:59:26 GMT -4
His whiskers twitched in approval as the person turned to leave. Hopping off of the clothing pile, he followed a few steps to make sure that the person was a proper distance away, then scuttling back to his garments. Taking a breath, he steadied himself. Shifting to hamster form was easy enough. It was just like compacting yourself into a new thing, somewhat like a contortionist. Shifting back was a bit more difficult though, it hurt a lot more too. Forcing your way out of a too-small form while feeling all the pain of changing and growing, it was almost enough to make Mel not want to shift ever. But he figured he'd get used to it eventually. Plus the guy was waiting for him. He might as well stop wasting time. His little chest began working up and down rapidly as his breathing quickened. He needed to close his eyes as he felt the burn in his joints, bones, and down to his very core. At the first tear of fur giving way to skin, he gasped in pain. The body was torn to bits as it expanded. In the back of his mind he heard awful cracks, probably coming from his own body as it reshaped itself. Soon enough it was over though, leaving the blonde sprawled on the soil, stark naked and whimpering from the quickly passing pain. He lifted his face and conjured up the will to speak, "J-just a moment.." it came out as really more than a squeak, though a valiant effort was made to say it as loudly as possible for the person to hear.
He grabbed for his clothing, his fingers first wrapping around the green-striped shirt. He tossed that side, taking up his pant's instead. Rolling onto his back he wriggled into his undergarments then pants. Buttoning them up, he stood. He put a hand on the wall of the greenhouse to steady himself as shifting back had left him with a bit of nausea. He winced and rubbed a hand over his exposed bruise from a rather unfortunate run-in few days beforehand, brushed dirt off, then bent to pick up his shirt. He navigated it over his hair, careful not to mess it up any further. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face in exhaustion, taking his time to retrieve the rest of his clothing. "Sorry, I'm just... hold on." he felt like he needed to apologize for something but didn't quite know what. In the meantime he might as well attempt to save face after that whole fiasco. He emerged from the brushes and looked up at the person who stood maybe six or seven inches above him. Fitting his beret over his hair and working in the clips, he averted his eyes, "S-sorry, about that.. I didn't know anyone was here." he swayed a bit and nearly fell forward, but caught himself. He winced, this was worse than usual, the physical exertion caused by shifting was making his anemia act up. He straightened up and placed his hands behind his head, attempting to open his breath further and feeling generally weak.∫∫∫ Word count: 645 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; Nothing to report~! Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 |
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Sociology
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jul 6, 2010 10:59:15 GMT -4
Tokiie’s nose scrunched up a bit in distaste as he heard the crunching and almost ripping noises that came with shifting. His shift was much more fluid then that, much like water and his natural element. The display was really nothing short of elegant either, but damn how; the hours he invested into practicing better have made it worth while. Being a sailfish wasn’t too difficult, really. Swim swim swim, you were one of the top predators of the sea and you were one of the fastest clocked animals in existence; nothing to be afraid of. A hamster, however, oh that would have been a big worry day to day.
There was a rustling from the bush as whoever it was probably tried to put his or her clothes back on. Well, he didn’t know about others, but he sure as hell didn’t shift naked. Then again, a good 99% of his clothes were so tight, they were practically a second synthetic skin. When the boy, several inches shorter then him with light blond hair, came stumbling out of the bushes as if he had one drink too many, Tokiie couldn’t help but grin. D’awwww, now wasn’t he so freaking adorable? No wonder he was a little hamster.
The boy seemed rather disoriented, however, and was breathing pretty harsh. Was he sick? Well, if he was and it was something serious, Tokiie might as well have not been there at all. As far as he was concerned, if it involved health, he was just about as useful as any frog or cow you pointed your finger at. He cocked an eyebrow in mild concern and just seriously hoped it was just the aftermath of shifting for him.
”Um… Hey, are you alright?” Well, he was freaking adorable, but he didn’t look so well. He pat the kid’s soft, nearly-white hair. Aw, he was just like a little hamster when he was a human too. Damn, Tokiie really was getting soft, now was he? Since he had met Aoi, things had just gotten schmaltzy all around and damn it, he didn’t like it. But for now, just like all the other times, he would deal and hope it was okay and worked itself out.
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jul 6, 2010 14:59:32 GMT -4
He tilted his head back again and closed his eyes, with a deep intake of breath. He was trying to come up with a satisfactory excuse for the person. It wasn't every day that the first time you met someone new in a hamster body. Although everyone on the island was a shifter it must still be strange for some people to see others change. But there was the matter of why he was a hamster in the first place. Mel himself didn't know why he had wanted to shift, there didn't seem to be any purpose to it anyway. Well from his point of view anyway, what it was was a way for him to escape the pressure he felt. Almost the same pressure he felt now trying to find a decent answer.
Breathe. He reminded himself, Just breathe it's a passing feeling He had learned that from his doctors, but then again, everything they said he should do just involved "breathing", Mel figured his doctors were just lazy. He composed himself and returned to equilibrium long enough to put on a smile and say "I'm fine, thanks!"
He dropped his arms and averted his face, pretending to notice something in the corner to hide an obvious grimace."And anyway.." he said slowly, turning back to beam at the young man, "Thanks for not hurting me. I'm not very good for anything as a hamster, I suppose."∫∫∫ Word count: 419 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; Blargh, word count.. Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 |
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Tokiie Shibata
Sociology
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Yeh, genetically, I'm a male. What's it to ya?
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Post by Tokiie Shibata on Jul 11, 2010 17:58:36 GMT -4
The boy told him that he was fine, but taking a look at his ashen face, he sort of doubted it. He had managed to pull his mouth into a smile though, so that was okay. "Thanks for not hurting me. I'm not very good for anything as a hamster, I suppose." The boy said after glancing off to the side, as if something of interest was there. He had turned back and beamed though, so he figured it couldn’t be way too important.
But who could hurt a little hamster? Well yeah, Tokiie might’ve accidently nearly stepped on him, but it was an accident and he didn’t die, so it was cool. He was a huge sucker for little cute animals, even if they were shifters. If those little cute animals turned out to be shifters, then he tended to love the humans behind those furry coats. And anyways, the kid was just so tiny and adorable and he just wanted to pet him some more. So he did.
Tokiie pat the boy’s hair again; it was nice and soft and fluffy. ”By the way, my name’s Tokiie. Tokiie Shibata.” The kid really was adorable though, he almost couldn’t resist scooping him up into a hug. That’s when he noticed a sudden darkening of the area around them. Thankfully, the greenhouse was pretty standard and made of glass, so he could see outside perfectly. The sky was darkening with big, angry looking clouds. Um, the forecast certainly didn’t predict rain this morning.
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jul 11, 2010 23:33:51 GMT -4
Altogether, Tokiee looked pretty effete, but in a good way. Mel knew how to react to handsome, and he knew how to react cute. He especially knew how to react to cute things and cute people. But he had never been in a situation where he had had to react to pretty. Girls certainly never talked to him at his old school and he hadn't been at Shifter Academy for very long. Come to think of it, he hadn't been spoken to by a female in a friendly manner for over four years. Save for teacher, his mother, and the occasional lab partner. Mel didn't really have an eye for pretty. He found himself nervous in the presence of the person, not sure what to do but torn on the question of how to react. The young man certainly did seem affectionate though, he appeared to like the feel of Mel's hair, judging by the way he touched it.
He smiled then felt a tickle at his nose, he sneezed. Small and soft, "Ugh.. I'm sorry." He rubbed at his eye with the back of his hand. "My name is Mel.." He didn't bother saying his last name like Tokiie had, it's not like it held any relevance to the situation. This wasn't a name game. He pulled his brown jacket over his arms, shivering a bit. "Is it just me or is it getting colder... Tokiie?" The asian boy appeared to be distracted.
Mel followed the line of his sight.. or at least where he thought he was looking, his black eyes didn't yield many clues. He saw the foreboding clouds, swelling and picking up speed as they rushed inland, every once and a while a brief but bright flash of light would bounce around in the cloud. Lightening. Mel's blood turned to ice. Why? He wracked his brains and tried to remember, he remembered that something was happening today. It had stressed him out really badly before, but what was it again? And then there it was, this morning the TV had been switched on and warnings flashed across the screen. Hurricane warnings.
Mel began to quake, he reached out and tugged Tokiie's sleeve, "Um.. Tokiie? We need to go. It isn't safe in here.."He tried to steady his voice long enough to say the words, it only seemed colder now which didn't help his shaking. He suddenly noticed where they were. Well, he knew where they were, but only now did he recognize how surrounded they were. Surrounded by glass and out in the open. He didn't notice his fingers as they tightened on Tokiie's sleeve. "We really need to get out of here."∫∫∫ Word count: 580 Tag; Tokiie Shibata Notes; -_-; oh boy.. Mel's gonna flip Clothes; Here~!Template; by me~ quote used is Psalm 126:5 |
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