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charisstoma) wrote2011-08-05 11:21 pm
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Story- Bad Night Out. (Wizards World- Warren & Erhard)
Title: Bad Night Out.- (Wizards World -Warren & Erhard)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 586
The last words, well almost the last words cause I love you was the last, that Papa Brian said to Warren was to not let Erhard get him into trouble and that if anyone tried anything to think ‘what his fathers would do in those circumstances‘. Warren hid his smile at that under shiny eyed repressed tears; he was a big cat and big cats don’t cry for their daddies when being left off a school.. Much.
‘Papa Brian was right to warn him about not getting dragged into trouble.’ Erhard had said they were going to a nice quiet place to get a nip. It was as they entered the door after paying the entrance fees while showing, ’where did Erhard get fake IDs?!’, and the tantalizing smells hit him that he realized where his brother had brought him. The sign over the bar might have been a clue too, Kitty Catnip Emporium blazed in neon green light.
A hissed, “Erhard!” had only earned him a flash of a smile.
“Lighten up, bro. You need to experience life a little.” Erhard didn’t say it but it was implied, ‘and maybe get laid.’
Warren poofed into kitten form, loudly saying to one and all just how young he was. He was dying of embarrassment and ran out of the bar before they could pick him up by the scruff of his neck and toss him out. There’d been a few cat calls and some bats to his tail as he made for the door. A pissed off Erhard had followed soon after, also in kitten form, sitting down a short distance away and grooming himself. Warren felt a momentary vicious sense of satisfaction that Erhard finally knew how he felt because he was pretty sure that those bats he’d , and probably Erhard, experienced on the way out could be classified as minor, uninhibited, catnip induced, sexual assaults. ‘See therapy did help.’
Walking over to his brother, he gave him a nose touch and a head butting. ‘How about we go back to the dorms and chill.’ and watched as Erhard had brightened at the idea. Warren knew that he was remembering a certain DVD that Warren had, for him, conjured from home.
Two young kittens out scampering in the night are more than likely to cause doting smiles at the cute, if it were a blissfully ignorant human catching them at it. The person who confronted them coming onto school grounds, as they tumbled over each other in playing chase, was not ignorant of what they were. They were students who had been where they shouldn‘t be, for did they really think the catnip bar wouldn‘t call about some underage familiars, more than probably students of the school?
Hearing the stern voice calling, “Hold it right there,” Warren knew they were busted if he didn’t do something fast. Biting his brother quickly, he mumbled the spell to send him back to his room and waited just long enough to receive his brother’s ‘thanks’ back before running for a bush and starting his own sending conjuration. Except that that voice was not to be ignored he found, as he heard a geas being laid on him to appear at a certain office at a certain time tomorrow. As he popped into his own room, there was fear of what was going to happen to him tomorrow because one could not dispbey a geas but there was wonder too. “So that’s how a magical compulsion was done.”
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 586
The last words, well almost the last words cause I love you was the last, that Papa Brian said to Warren was to not let Erhard get him into trouble and that if anyone tried anything to think ‘what his fathers would do in those circumstances‘. Warren hid his smile at that under shiny eyed repressed tears; he was a big cat and big cats don’t cry for their daddies when being left off a school.. Much.
‘Papa Brian was right to warn him about not getting dragged into trouble.’ Erhard had said they were going to a nice quiet place to get a nip. It was as they entered the door after paying the entrance fees while showing, ’where did Erhard get fake IDs?!’, and the tantalizing smells hit him that he realized where his brother had brought him. The sign over the bar might have been a clue too, Kitty Catnip Emporium blazed in neon green light.
A hissed, “Erhard!” had only earned him a flash of a smile.
“Lighten up, bro. You need to experience life a little.” Erhard didn’t say it but it was implied, ‘and maybe get laid.’
Warren poofed into kitten form, loudly saying to one and all just how young he was. He was dying of embarrassment and ran out of the bar before they could pick him up by the scruff of his neck and toss him out. There’d been a few cat calls and some bats to his tail as he made for the door. A pissed off Erhard had followed soon after, also in kitten form, sitting down a short distance away and grooming himself. Warren felt a momentary vicious sense of satisfaction that Erhard finally knew how he felt because he was pretty sure that those bats he’d , and probably Erhard, experienced on the way out could be classified as minor, uninhibited, catnip induced, sexual assaults. ‘See therapy did help.’
Walking over to his brother, he gave him a nose touch and a head butting. ‘How about we go back to the dorms and chill.’ and watched as Erhard had brightened at the idea. Warren knew that he was remembering a certain DVD that Warren had, for him, conjured from home.
Two young kittens out scampering in the night are more than likely to cause doting smiles at the cute, if it were a blissfully ignorant human catching them at it. The person who confronted them coming onto school grounds, as they tumbled over each other in playing chase, was not ignorant of what they were. They were students who had been where they shouldn‘t be, for did they really think the catnip bar wouldn‘t call about some underage familiars, more than probably students of the school?
Hearing the stern voice calling, “Hold it right there,” Warren knew they were busted if he didn’t do something fast. Biting his brother quickly, he mumbled the spell to send him back to his room and waited just long enough to receive his brother’s ‘thanks’ back before running for a bush and starting his own sending conjuration. Except that that voice was not to be ignored he found, as he heard a geas being laid on him to appear at a certain office at a certain time tomorrow. As he popped into his own room, there was fear of what was going to happen to him tomorrow because one could not dispbey a geas but there was wonder too. “So that’s how a magical compulsion was done.”