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Post by TAYLOR JAMESON on Apr 4, 2009 15:16:44 GMT -5
 Nose wrinkled as he threw a way an open container of yogurt, getting even more grossed out when he touched the encrusted aluminum lid. Yogurt was so gross! From now on whenever he saw a container he'd shudder as if it were a creepy hairy spider crossing his path. Who ever invented such a food was an idiot. It was slimy, weird smelling, and acted like an ice cream wannabe. Who cares if it slimmed your body down? In result your tongue probably fell off from it's texture and flavor. Taylor was unsure if it had been wise to agree to letting Steven eat the rest he had in his fridge. Buying in surplus, he had about fifteen plastic containers of yogurt. He dreaded the idea that Steven could die from... was there such thing as yogurt poisoning? Well there had to be, if you chugged that much down. He was delighted to hang out with the other boy, maybe even a little excited, but he felt like he was somewhat using him like a food disposal.
Tommy began to sniff the trash can he had just dropped the yogurt skeleton in, and Taylor couldn't help but release a small gasp. “No Tommy! You'll get so sick if you eat that, you silly kitty,” he scolded, picking up the cat and cuddling him close. The cat was used to his constant hugging and rather than trying to claw a way released a soft purr. Still frowning, Taylor glanced at the other cats around his room. Mr.Whiskers was on his pillow, laying on his back and Charlotte was sitting at feet, mewing at him for chow. “Alright, alright. Don't worry, I was planning on feeding you guys before I left, okay? I wouldn't forget!” Still holding Tommy, he walked over to their dishes in the corner of the room, Charlotte trailing him close behind. Placing the cat down, he picked up a big green bag and quickly poured their food into each silver dish. After checking their water dish was full he walked around the cats in order to go to his bathroom.
Washing his hands in the sink to get the scent of yogurt off them, he glanced at the mirror above. Smiling at himself, his easily distracted mind decided to begin to make faces. First he stuck his tongue out, than blew up his cheeks, and pulled on his eye lid. Really, he could entertain himself for hours. Turning off the water and drying his hands he looked down at his clothes wondering if he should change. Usually Taylor wasn't all the fashionable. Actually today he had gone the extra mile by wearing and belt. That was fancy stuff right there. Jeans, a black and dark blue sweatshirt (unzipped, of course), and white t-shirt. He didn't deny he didn't have much of a sense in style, but people usually didn't care. As long as he was wearing clothes, why did it matter?
Returning to the main room he glanced over his rooms condition. He had cleaned and rearranged it somewhat for the sake of Steven not tripping over anything on his way in. It didn't really help that he was a pack rat. Even though his desk was clear except for his laptop and a few papers, there was box in another corner of the room filled with old disney movies and random books he had never read. Then he had his mini fridge, another box of random things from silly hats to stuff animals, and then his drawers with the tv he used time to time on top of it. Usually laundry would be littered on the ground, but proudly Taylor had gathered all that up and hid it a way. Probably the biggest accomplishments of the boy's room was it didn't smell like cat. At all. It was like one of those commercials where you didn't even know he owned any. Of course, that didn't help when people came over and cats started jumping out of nowhere... but Taylor just imagined that was a nice surprise.
Sitting on his bed he leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Whiskers was a little woken by the ruckus, but instead of falling back to sleep on the pillow got up and settled on Taylor's chest. He couldn't help but laugh at the the little black kitten, who stared at him with a tilted head as he sat on his perch. “I hope Damian doesn't miss me too much. Did he seem like a yogurt type of guy to you?” he asked his kitten with a laugh, scratching him behind the ear. The cat wasn't much of talker, but did humor him by rubbing one his paws over his fluffy face. “I guess it doesn't matter. The quicker that stuff is devoured the sooner I won't have to worry about a yogurt monster popping of the fridge.” Was that a nightmare! Actually now that he thought of the idea he bit his lips, stroking the cat again. Great, he wasn't going to be able to sleep soundly without yogurt related night terrors if Steven didn't eat all of it. The other boy had a big burden on his shoulders now... Hopefully he'd get here soon because he was going to need every minute to pace himself through this important task.
{tag} steven parker
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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 11, 2009 17:24:39 GMT -5
Steven hummed a happy little tune to himself as he tossed some things in his closet. He was just cleaning up a bit before he headed over to Taylors. This was going to be fun. Taylor seemed like an awesome guy and funny as hell. HE was actually really excited about meeting Taylors cats. Steven Loved animals and seriously he didnt know why he didnt have one yet. Really it was criminal. Oh well he would get one. It was inevitable. Things like that just were. Like... fruit. Fruit got old and nasty. Its inevitable.
Steven had been bumming around in his boxers and figured it probably be best to get dressed. Though he probably would have stayed in his boxers regardless, but other things were involved... cats were involved. You never knew where their claws would land. He wondered if Taylor had them declawed or not. He kind of hoped not. Steven was one of those people that thought that cats shouldnt be declawed. IT was like... their thing man.
Pulling on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans and his pink belt he figured he could head over to taylors now. Another song popped into his head and STeven stopped a moment to listen to the words as they went through his head, a little laugh bubbling out. YES!... I love this song...' he started to beat out the drums on surfaces as he passed by and soon he was singing aloud the words of Jimmy Soul.
If you wanna be happy
For the rest of your life,
Never make a pretty woman your wife,
So from my personal point of view,
Get an ugly girl to marry you.
A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall.
As soon as he marries her
Then she starts to do
The things that will break his heart.
But if you make an ugly woman your wife,
You'll be happy for the rest of your life,
An ugly woman cooks her meals on time,
She'll always give you peace of mind.
Don't let your friends say
You have no taste,
Go ahead and marry anyway,
Though her face is ugly,
Her eyes don't match,
Take it from me she's a better catch."
He continued to sing as he pulled his zip up black skeleton hoodie on and headed towards Taylors. He was looking forward to the yogurt that Taylor had said he was giving him. Yogurt was good, granted it was the best food out there, but he definitely liked it.
He finally got to taylors and knocked on the door.
Say man.
Hey baby.
Saw your wife the other day.
Yeah?
Yeah, she's ugly.
Yeah, she's ugly but she sure can cook.
Yeah?. Okay.
He finished off and then leaned against the frame of the door. "Taylor! Light of my Life bearer of my Yogurt, come let me in..' he called out and then chuckled at himself. He was so easily amused right now it was ridiculous. He tapped out a beat on the door.
NOTES: ack that was crap! and sorry I took so long to reply.  
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Post by TAYLOR JAMESON on Apr 11, 2009 19:37:37 GMT -5
Whiskers lifted his head off Taylor's chest as his ears perked towards the sounds at the door. A little scared by the drumming at the door, his ears went against his skull, trying to become as small as possible. The other cats, on the other hand, were a little more curious, Tommy going towards the door and tilting his head. Charlotte, like always, was cool and calm headed. If anything, she didn't even notice. Hearing Steven's voice, Taylor sat up as Whiskers changed his position to sitting on the boy's lap. Grinning he got up, holding the kitten, and nearly bounced over to the door. Unlatching his door he finally opened it, smiling at the other boy as he let him in. “Steveeenn! I'm glad you're here! I think my refrigerator is going to be destroyed from the inside out by the yogurt. It's so... icky,” he stated, sticking his tongue at the grossness of the yogurt. Before saying his next statement he gave the boy a big hug, really his 'thank you' for being such a life saver. “Come in! Make yourself at home.”
Tommy, curious as always, began to weave around Steven's legs, mewing in case he had some kind of offering. The cat wasn't fat, but he was a beggar. He always suspected one of Taylor's guests would be soft and give into his cute antics, though so far he hadn't been successful. “The one by your legs is Tommy, and the one acting all cool is Charlotte.” he said with a laugh as he began to walk towards the fridge. Oh, Charlotte. With a household of boys she always tried to act the most mature. Once you brought out some yarn though she became as childish as a kitten. As he remembered the soft form he was holding he turned around to face Steven again, “Oh and this baby is Mr. Whiskers. Whiskers for short. You wanna hold him?” he asked, holding out the black kitten for Steven to take. No one could resist the black fluff ball with his bright green eyes. Even Taylor had a hard time not giving into the baby.
Turning back to the refrigerator he opened it and pointed at the plastic containers. “See... there just sitting there. Waiting for me to fall asleep and then drown me with their ickiness.” he exaggerated with a pout. “Thank goodness there is someone in the building that is immune to their taste.” Closing the refrigerator again to make sure none of the containers jumped out he glanced back at Steven with a raised brow. “Should we take the whole mini fridge?” When they talked online it seemed like part of the plan, but now thinking about it... it sounded a little crazy. Dragging the whole thing all the way over to Steven's dorm, looking for a place to put it, and then searching for an outlet to plug it in. Maybe just carrying it would be less of a hassle, other than the yogurt could get warm. Ew. It was gross cold, having it in a warm soup form only made Taylor's nose wrinkle more.
Trying to distract himself from the thought he wandered to a box, getting out a toy mouse that had a bell attached to it. Tossing it towards Tommy, he watched as the cat finally unattached himself from Steven's legs, pawing and tackling the ringing mouse. Amused, he moved over to his bed and sat down. “Oh, are we going to watch a movie in your room? Otherwise I can try find one of mine. I got TONS. I really need to look through all these boxes. I probably wouldn't remember where I got half the junk in them,” he stated with another laughing as his brown eyes shifted from the cat to up to Steven. “And if you like Whiskers, we could bring him too. He likes going on little adventures. Though no promises that he wouldn't play in your laundry or run around your room with your socks.” Smiling he didn't think Steven would mind that much. Unless he had something hazardous to his cat in there, he was sure Whiskers would be on his best behavior.
{Note} lol, dont worry about it. ive been really busy myself =P
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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 14, 2009 12:02:29 GMT -5
Soon the door was opened revealing Taylor. He grinned at the other boy. "Oh noes! he laughed. We cant have that happen. Its a good thing I am here to save the day... or.. well your refrigerator. he stepped in but then Taylor was hugging him. Steven hugged him back, he was not against hugs, he was not against any of that in fact he was avid partaker of such activity. He grinned wide as he told him to come in and make himself at home. You smell good.' he said, What is that? he let his eyes travel over the room.
"I like your place.. very nice, yes..' he laughed lightly having used a slight accent to that. He then took in the cats, his grin widening. "I LOVE CATS! he grinned and knelt down to run his hand over the top of Tommys head. "Such pretty kitties. he said and then looked up at where Charlotte was. "Howd you end up with them all?' he asked curious. Was it by accident or... ?" he shrugged as he continued to scratch the back of Tommys ear.
When Taylor brought his attention to the little one in his arms, Steven straightened up. Aww.. hes so cute..' he stepped over Tommy so not to trip over him. Sure ill hold him...' he took Mr. Whiskers from taylor cuddling him to his chest. Oh my god! Hes so .. freaking cute!! he gushed. I want one. he laughed, Dont you wish they could stay kittens all the time?' he mused running his fingers over his ears and neck scratching in places it looked like Mr. Whiskers enjoyed the most.
Steven walked his way over to stand by Taylor as he opened the fridge door and went on about how they were going to drown him at night and thank god someone in the building had an immunity to them. Steven couldnt help but laugh at that, Taylor was definitely a character and his awsome factors kept raising the more he got to know him. "Dont worry, we will prevail! he laughed again. I wont let those creepy fruit flavored yogurts take you down. Ill eat every last one of them and save the day! he pumped his fist in the air for emphasis. He patted Taylor on the shoulder comfortingly and smirked.
"hm... well maybe we should just put them in bags and take them to my place. Im sure they wont spoil by the time we get there. he smirked. Be easier then lugging your whole fridge down to my room yeah?' he quirked a brow. "I mean we can totally do that, I wont mind. I am like He-man! he flexed one of his arms. See... yeah.. Ive so been turboing! he laughed. but Shh.. dont tell anyone. I always say its all natural he wiggled his brows and then chuckled again. But no really some chic just tossed her turbo jam. I was like fuck this.. that shits expensive. Its fun too and hells yeah it makes me sweat! you know it works then. But really it is all natural... i just like to tweak. he said then laughed again.
Steven watched at Taylor moved over to grab a cat toy and tossed it. T he warmth at his legs disappeared as Tommy ran after the mouse. Ah.. if only it were that easy for humans... he grinned and then shrugged turning back to Taylor. Dude! I am seriously cool with whatever. YOu wanna grab a move, grab a movie. We could have like a movie marathon or something. I am seriously down with anything. Im easy.' he laughed lightly.l "Sadly its true...' he gave a mock pout his head hung before smirking again. "Just dont let my secret out..' he looked down at mr. whiskers. Aww sweet! he rubbed mr. whiskers belly. The others wont get too jealous will then? he asked looking at the other two cats. He was totally down wtih mr. Whiskers coming along. He didnt really have anything that the cat would get hurt on or destroy. NOt that he could think of anyway. Cause that would seriously be awsome. he nuzzled his nose against his fur. I love it when cats purr! they are freaking adorable... he did it again. But yeah... so grab what you want. I mean if you want we can even stay here. whatever you feel up to. he told him. Steven really had no preference. He was usually always good with whatever the other person preferred.
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