by vorn_the_unspeakable on Tue Aug 20, 2002 4:36 pm
There. I have some sort of direction for this thing now. It's got to get the hell out of this rut, though, I think I'm done with this... um.. section, I think. Have some.
Vorn
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Chapter Four
In the morning, Roger came in, and sat down in front of the couch and switched to Looney Toons, and turned it up. Dave and April awoke with a start as Wile E. Coyote blew himself up – again – trying to run through a painted-on tunnel. “Roger?” Said April.
“What? It’s a good ‘How-not-to’ show.”
“That’s as may be, but don’t you have your own TV, in your own apartment?”
“You mean Mike’s TV? When was the last time you saw anyone but Mike using it? He keeps the remote under his pillow, for one thing.”
“Oh yeah. Well, at least turn it down? There are at least three things still sleeping here,” she said, glancing over at Dave and the yin-yang of black and tan fur.
As though on cue, Vanilla looked up and went “Mrr?”
“Make that two.”
Roger chuckled a bit, then spoke. “What’s Vanilla doing here? And why’s she all bandaged up?”
“She came in last night with a huge gash. So Dave and I went down to Dr. Wool and got her all fixed up, and apparently Chester and her are good friends. So Vanilla curled up next to me, and Chester curled up with Vanilla, and Dave stayed here with Chester. Though I figure he’s just here for Margaret, really.” She sounded a bit disgusted at that last part.
“Still got a cr-oof.” Roger said before receiving a fist to the shoulder.
“And you’ve still got no sense of tact. He’s sitting right there.”
“Ok, you win that one. But I still have the shrimp-flavored bedspread.”
April shrugged off the nonsense and watched TV. Or rather, tried to through Vanilla’s face – she had crawled up onto April’s chest and parked there. Dave grumbled in his sleep, and failed miserably at rolling over. He fell off the end of the couch, and landed face-first on the floor.
“Ow. Why am I on the floor?” He asked, half-slurred still from sleep. April pushed Vanilla gently off her chest, stood, and walked over to Dave, who had now rolled onto his back to stand up.
“Need help?” April smiled and held her hand out for Dave. Dave took her hand and pulled himself up with it.
“Mmh, thanks. Good morning,” he said cheerfully. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, in particular Vanilla. “How’s your new cat?”
“Pretty good, I gather. She was purring while I pet her. So I guess she’s not in too much pain.” Vanilla jumped down from the couch and rubbed up against April’s legs. “Hey, how are you?” The cat purred in response.
“So are we even going to bother figuring out who it belongs to?”
“Probably not. I kinda like having a cat of my own, even for a short while.”
Dave grinned. Having Vanilla in here gives Chester more excuse to be over the girls’ room – and thus more excuse for him to be near Margaret. “Okay,” he said, and pet the two cats.