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Dunno what this is, an incomplete story, finish it if you like? :L Just an example of my writing, yeah, it's fucking random and retarded, tell me what you think, I'd really appreciate it. (: <3
Roary sighed softly and opened out his dripping umbrella, pushing out into the crowds of Christmas shoppers. His hands were full, three soggy paper bags filled with Baubles and bangles occupied his left, and of course, his brawly in the right. He was late, he knew this well, the clock of St. Nick's kirk had just banged and chimmed for 3pm. It'd be getting dark soon, the young otter thought, battering his way through crowds, aggitated with cold and stress. His knuckles ached, his fingers were stiff and he was becoming gradually impatient. Roary sighed again. Softly, no, but rather with anger. "Of all days, he had to send me out today," the otter muttered quietly, "Master wants me to suffer, for sure." He then snickered to himself, arriving at the crossing opposite to Marks & Spencers, lucky enough to catch the insane beeping of the green fur. The relentless lashing of the freezing rain didn't stop, and it would take the sixteen year old another fifteen minutes before he was finally out of winter's grasp.
The street lamps had long came on by the time Roary had battled his way back home; he let his brawly drop to the ground outside of his Master's flat while he fiddled around in the pockets of his duffle coat for the spare key he was given earlier on, four hours ago. Once found, he jammed the single key into the key hole and turned it slowly with his numbed hand, silently unlocking it. The young otter entered, kicking his wet boots off on the 'welcome' mat, proceeding to the living area, dropping the three bags on the wooden floor. "Sorry," he grunted as he began to remove his moist coat.
"Took your time," said a voice of mixed emotion. "What took you so long anyway?"
"It's havoc out there, with the shit weather and all." Roary replied, a lot more pleasantly than his previous 'sorry'.
The otter was given a questioning look from Dominic, or Dom as he prefered - he too was an otter, topless, wearing only a pair of grey joggers with white socks. However, he shook this look off, asking Roary, "Got the decorations? I put this thing up hours ago." Roary rolled his eyes, glancing at the artificial structure before pointing at the three soaking bags. "Mhm, cheers m'dear," added Dom, making a face as he seen the state of the three bags, but nevertheless, he got started. "Fetch the scissors, will you?"
Roary smiled softly and didn't say a word, but did as he was asked, heading into the kitchen, preparing himself for this rather frustrating request. The kitchen wasn't dirty or unclean, but boy, it was a right mess. The granite work tops were cluttered with wrapping paper, ribbons and cards, to and from friends - Roary already knew that the scissors has been used today, which meant that they were bound to be under all the materials, somewhere. He flung off paper onto the floor, picked up cards and juggled them about and scuttered through the ribbon until he found them, on top of a well-used roll of cellotape. He brought the scissors back through for his Master, flinging them down on the sofa before flinging himself down next to them, watching the elder spread out more of the branch tips of the plastic bush to his liking, a small grin plastered across his face. Roary recieved yet another look. "A little help would be nice."
"Heh, sorry sir," Roary smirked childishly, lifting himself from the sofa. picking at a tangled mess of tree lights, eventually unwinding them, feeding them to his topless Master as he wound them round the tree. He then handed his Master the Baubles which had been spilt out over the floor in a pile of red, green and gold, that pile slowly diminishing one by one as they filled the spaces of bare branch. It didn't take the two long, Dom had finished the decorating by placing a polished star at the top, as only he could reach, and flicked the switch for the lights. They had a warm, yellow tinge to them and caused each and every baubble on the tree to glisten.
"Ain't that a pretty picture," laughed Dom, kicking the empty boxes of lights and Baubles into a heap beneath the tree before turning to Roary. "Think so, my pet?" Ruffling the hair of the submissive male, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, flashing a toothy grin, which caused Roary to lower his head slightly, blushing faintly. Dom laughed again, heading off into the kitchen to boil the kettle. Roary followed too. In the kitchen, he took out two cups and put a teaspoon of coffee granules into each, followed by a spoon full of sugar into each. He added the water when it had boiled and stirred both of the cups, handing one to his pet, who was looking out of the window, at the city below him, after all, the flat did have a spectacular view.
"It's snowing, sir..." Roary's whiskers twitched as he only just realised. The sky had turned orange with the city lights and the afternoon rain had frozen solid. "Isn't it beautiful, Master?" He asked, as he took the cup off of the nineteen year old. Dom took little notice though, he only smiled at Roary's question and returned to the living room, making himself comfortable on the sofa, exhaling a long, carefree sigh. "Aren't you coming?" He shouted through, Roary arriving shortly after, taking up the vacant space next to his Master, snuggling up to him, his hazel eyes closed for a brief second.
"Cosy, isn't it, Master?" He asked, while sipping at his hot drink, recieving a nod from the older male. "Master, when can we try that thing?" Y'know.." The atmosphere seemed almost perfect to Roary, he edged that little bit closer to Dom, smiling warmly, silently begging. He wasn't keen, it was obvious, but Roary was oblivious.
"Get rid of that idea, will you?" Dom smirked, pulling Roary in for a quick snog. Dom's whiskers mingled with Roary's, as did his tongue. Dom's tongue pushed around and bullied Roary's, biting softly, dancing quietly with Roary's. It was hardly passionate or elegant, but enjoyable nonetheless. The sucked each other's tongues for only a short while until Dom pulled away. "Will that keep you quiet?" ....
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