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Post by Linyü on Sept 19, 2020 21:20:03 GMT -6
"Don't worry, I'm telling you, it'll be fine! I've got this. We've got this!" {Why do I feel as though you're trying to convince yourself?} Ichaival was using its 'I am regretting all of my life choices up to this point' voice, which Seveth recognized only because he had heard it so many times. Frankly, Seveth thought it was being a bit melodramatic about this. And Ichaival was wrong, of course; the reason Seveth was saying all of this was for its benefit, because it was always making all these long suffering sighs at him. No one had any faith these days. "Come on, we're almost there!" Seveth kept his voice to a whisper as he darted down the hall, fumbling with the key as he unlocked the door. Ichaival, moving slowly so as not to make too much noise, crept up behind him. It peered through the door for a moment, taking in the apartment. "Tada!" said Seveth with a flourish, grinning at his companion. "Cozy, isn't it?" {Seveth,} said Ichaival, flatly. {I'm not going to fit inside.} "Nonsense," said Seveth. "The door is wide enough if you squeeze. Suck in that gut, you know, hunch your shoulders in a bit. I'll push you from the back." {I really do not think this is an advisable course of action,} said Ichaival. But Seveth waved him off, and slipped around the dragon's side to do just as he said he would, pushing Ichaival's hindquarters in the direction of the door. With a long-suffering sigh, Ichaival hunched its shoulders, and attempted to wedge itself through the opening. ... It was sort of a tight squeeze. Just hunching its shoulders wasn't enough; Ichaival had to wiggle bit by bit to get its forequarters through. After that it was easier, until they got to its rump. Thus far, no amount of pushing had quite managed to overcome that problem. "Did you gain weight?" Seveth said, between grunts. Hard physical labor wasn't really his forte. Ichaival was scrabbling with all four claws now, digging grooves into the floor as it sought purchase. The landlord was probably not going to be happy about that, Seveth thought, but they could worry about that later. Actually, it would probably be best if the landlord didn't find out at - "Hey, watch it!" Seveth said, ducking just in time to avoid Ichaival's tail as it swung overhead. And into the wall. With a definitive 'thump' that probably carried into at least the next unit over. ... He sure hoped his neighbor was out for the day.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 19, 2020 23:55:28 GMT -6
His neighbor was most definitely not out for the day. In fact, Fiera was busy sleeping off the results of a “self care” day, which actually involved reading trashy romance novels and drinking a frankly inadvisable number of home made margaritas. She attempted to roll over and shove her head back into the pillows when the hissed conversation and clattering in the hall began, but when loud thumps started shaking her whole apartment, it went ahead and woke up the hangover she would be nursing for the rest of the day as well.
“Oh, god. Fuck. Shit. My head, why do I DO this.” Fiera growled as she pressed the base of her palms into her eye sockets, trying to ignore the dagger like streams of light pouring through her window, cursing the birds twittering sweetly outside... until another thump scared them from their perches and into the sky. “And what the HELL is that noise?” She shrieked to no one in particular, her indignity finally causing her to drag herself out of bed. “I swear I’m going to- mm, shirt.” She grumbled, throwing something on. She kicked the wrappers from last night’s drink mixes across the floor as she stomped toward the front door.
She swung it open and looked, frankly, terrible. Normally she priced herself on her appearance and fashion, but she was in no damn mood right now. Her hair and tail were completely unbrushed, fuzzy sleep pants adorned her legs, and her makeup was smeared across her face. And in return, her neighbor looked... like...
Well, like he was shoving a giant dragon into an apartment that was only sloppily renovated to house people instead of ants. “...What the fuck is this?” She hissed, gesturing madly at the creature currently lodged half in the hallway. “Do you have any idea what TIME it is?” She said, unaware that it was actually probably into the PM hours by this point. “Are you kidding me?” She shrieked, getting increasingly incensed.
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Post by Linyü on Sept 20, 2020 16:09:38 GMT -6
For a moment, both Seveth and Ichaival froze at the sound of cursing from the unit next door. Then, Seveth redoubled his efforts, and Ichaival began scrabbling halfheartedly again, but to no avail. The door slammed open, and Seveth turned, already smiling, only to falter when he saw the woman. "Gods' grace," he said involuntarily, before hastily smiling again, as if that might cover his tactless slip-up.
"Oh! Hi there, neighbor!" He leaned one hand against the wall just beside the door, where Ichaival's unfortunate hindquarters were still stationed. "Fancy seeing you here. I'd say it is uuuuuuh, 3 PM! Wonderful day for an afternoon, huh?"
He didn't need to look at Ichaival's face to know the expression the dragon was making. It was probably just as well that the dragon couldn't see him either.
"So, to what do I owe this pleasure?" said Seveth, pretending for all the world as if nothing was the matter.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 25, 2020 21:19:35 GMT -6
Oh, three PM? Man, she had really o- NO, it was not the time for that sort of thought. This was unacceptable.”To what do I owe the pleasure?” She said indignantly.”Am I supposed to find a giant, noisy dragon ass in the hallway pleasurable? Don’t answer that.” She clarified, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know what it is you think you’re trying to accomplish here-“ She said, gesturing to the whole... mess in front of her. “But some of us work for a living!-“ When they weren’t going on homemade booze benders, that is. “And this is unacceptable. You have to get rid of this thing. Now.” She said, putting on her best “I’d like to speak to your manager.” voice, which had done her plenty of good in the past and was only a little bit dampered by the fact that she looked like she had been hit by a very sweaty car.
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Post by Linyü on Sept 26, 2020 20:15:19 GMT -6
"Weeeell, I mean, I don't assume to know your pref--" Seveth began, before the woman cut him off. He listened, still smiling, as she went on a little tirade. Her last point made him twitch a little, but it wasn't the worst thing either of them had heard.
"You know, you're absolutely right," he said, staring at Ichaival's backside as if noticing it for the first time. "My goodness, how did this happen? Management really needs to do a little more pest control, doesn't it?"
{Smooth,} said Ichaival, in a voice Seveth hoped only he could hear.
"Anyway," said Seveth, "not to worry, ma'am, I've got it under control! I'll see this overgrown lizard to the door--"
{Very funny,} said Ichaival, blandly, having apparently lost all interest in contributing anything helpful to the situation.
"-- so you can, um, go back to catching up on your... beauty sleep," Seveth finished. "Or whatever it is that beautiful ladies like you get up to on fine afternoons!"
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 6, 2020 22:21:17 GMT -6
Fiera didn’t appreciate the snide remark- or at least, what she perceived as a snide remark. Really. This man woke her up, tried to smuggle in a pet that was so beyond the size limit it wasn’t even funny (Really, if she couldn’t keep her lamadidron in here, what gave him the right to sneak in an entire dragon?), and then had the nerve to imply she was being ridiculous about all of this? Well, she wouldn’t have it. A little smile crept onto her face.
“You know what? You’re absolutely right.” She said, her tone of voice suddenly changing completely and unnervingly. “Management really should do some more pest control. How about I go let them know now? I’m sure they’d want to know about it as soon as possible.” She said, and moved off to the other side of the dragon, approaching the stairs to the supervisor’s room just a floor away.
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Post by Linyü on Jul 26, 2021 21:57:10 GMT -6
For just a second, Seveth thought that he had, somehow, managed to convince this woman to back off. "Great! Glad we could reach an understanding," he said, but then she kept talking, and the smile slipped from his face, replaced by a look of growing shock and horror. "Wa--- Wait, wait wait! Hey, come on now, can't we talk about this?" He left Ichaival to draw up alongside the woman, smiling again, though now he wasn't able to conceal his own nervous energy with it at all. "I mean, what's a little pest disturbance between neighbors? You wouldn't really want management to get involved. All that fuss and paperwork, and you just know they'll use this as an excuse to drive up the rent..."
{Chai, help me out here, will you?} pleaded Seveth in his head.
From behind him, he could hear Ichaival snort. {Did you or did you not just try to pass me off as an overgrown lizard,} it pointed out. Seveth threw the most pitiful look he could muster over his shoulder, then realized Ichaival couldn't see it, since Ichaival's front half was currently wedged inside the apartment. {What did you want me to do about this?}
{I don't know! Hypnotize her! Knock her out! Change her mind with your fancy mind powers!}
{No,} Ichaival said. It didn't leave Seveth any room to wheedle. He knew that tone; it wasn't going to entertain the idea even a little bit.
Well. Shit.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 5, 2021 18:27:12 GMT -6
Fiera blinked dramatically, playing up the innocence that they both well knew was just her being a shit.
"Oh, I don't mind doing paperwork. Besides, they usually tend to skip it here anyway. And let's be honest, if we allow ONE big pest in here-" She said, casting a glance at the dragon. "Then just EVERYONE would follow suit! And we can't have that." Fiera said, both for the sake of wanting to get some sleep and also because if SHE couldn't have nice things, then nobody else could either. That was just how she rolled.
And then she stepped carefully up the stairs in all her half-awake migrained splendor, hoping that the offender wouldn't be able to get past the Dragon Butt in the time it took for her to get upstairs to the property's manager's room. Hopefully he would be awake and hadn't also been on a late night bender like she had.
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