ALL YOU HAVE TO DO — WEATHER EVENT [TITLE PRIZE]
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4/15
Oh, if only Jerseyboy were going to get firewood. Huh, as if he would have that in his hut. Why would he? There was only one thing that he had a lot of in his storage.
The tuxedo tom instead dragged a bottle of whiskey out of his hut and approached the others. He balanced it and glanced around. He knew that he would probably get crap for bringing drinks into the situation, but why not have a bit of fun?
His gaze flickered from the alcohol and up to Vang. A certain mischievousness flickered in those dumb eyes of his. He remembered what happened the last time they drank together. Truthfully, he wanted to relive that night. Even though they were best friends, his mind constantly kept on drifting back to it. She was so fucking... gah, everything. Vang's spunk was like a magnet. She was stunning, even if she was bruised and bandaged. Jerseyboy couldn't keep himself from her, even if she wanted to push him away. "As long as we're gonna be out here." He said with a shrug, placing his paw over the cap of the bottle. Who knows? Maybe something good could come of this weather after all.
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do you want to go first
'cause i'm happy to wait
7/15
Jacob would look towards Jersey as he came back out an hurry beside the tom. He would glance between him and Vang, a wide smile suddenly coming to his bandaged face. They liked each other a lot, didn't they? She made Jersey happy. If that was the case, then they should always be together! Why hadn't she shown up when he was so grumpy before? This would've made things much easier. However, he was glad she was here now and seemed content to remain near both Vang and Jersey. "Jersey love?" Hw would ask. Were they like Lottie and Alastor? However, the child's gaze would soon be moved from Jersey himself to the odd bottle he held. "What that? Jacob try?" He would ask curiously. He'd seen his father drink before, although he was unaware of that. He'd always wondered what it was but never really thought to ask until now. He just knew that Jersey was doing it so it must be good.
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Maybe once the firewood was actually gathered that she could call some help from the only partially stirring dens. She was sure once the fire was slightly going that the smoke or heat would awaken some others. If not, though, she'd be alright with giving them a wake-up-smack. Turning her head to the male, she nearly had lost her balance over her three-legged self. "Alcohol, Jersey? I swear you're going to face-plant yourself into the fire or get your ass lost with alcohol." In Vang's brief memory or Jersey's relationship with his alcohol bottles, she had found him to be reckless and not in a state suitable for this strange weather.
Before she could nag anymore, a certain small and adored voice bought her attention. "Jersey love? D'um, Jacob, no-no, Jersey friends." She said, shutting down any thoughts the boy might have. Jerseyboy and her, in a relationship? When pigs swim. There wasn't any love between the comrades, right? Jacob's second question brought her out of her misery of relationship pondering, mostly because it involved alcohol and a tiny child. "No, no, Jacob. Bottle is bad."
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5/15
Jerseyboy glanced at Jacob, caught a little off guard by his first question. Love? What did he mean by that? Before he could answer, Jacob shot out with another crazy question. While it would be funny to see the kid have his first "experience", Harrison would probably stomp on him. As much as he hated admitting that Harry was stronger than him, he was just a cat. And he did not feel like dying today. "Ask me in a few months." He told Jacob. The kid probably wouldn't like the taste, anyways. He had gotten his first hangover at 6 months, though, so perhaps there was hope for Jacob after all.
He turned to Vang, green eyes brightening with amusement. "Vee, I think I know what I'm doin'." He said with a mischievous smile. He had gotten drunk many times before, but he hadn't burnt his face off... yet. Jersey had fallen off of the island, yes, but Vang's mom was luckily there to save him. Now there were walls and he couldn't fall off again, right?
When Vang began to deny Jacob's suspicions, he smirked devilishly and scooted over, giving a playful nudge to her. She may have wanted her space, but he couldn't keep himself away from her. No matter what, she was stuck with him. "Whaddya' mean, Vang? Of course I love ya'." She would probably see that in a platonic way, but truthfully the line between platonic and romantic was blurred.
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No no no, bad Jersey. Damn it, couldn't a girl get some space? As he scooted closer, she couldn't help but give her eyes a tumble in their sockets at his nickname. Vee? Now, what were they in - preschool? "Sure you do, Jeje." Now it was her turn to mock Jersey, though her nickname for him didn't feel as fitting as his hers. Vang shook her head, letting his presence annoy her, even though she found it somehwat comforting. No, actually, no. She was good with just Jacob around. The little boy was enough. With Jersey's next statement, she could not help herself but flush. "If you love me, Jersey, you would go look for some firewood to make a fire, goddammit." The youthful huskapard said, shoving him in the general direction of the woodland island.
6/15
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The tom, noticing how his words flustered Vang, continued to put on that cocky smirk of his. "Fine, I will." Jerseyboy said as he got to his paws. Where the hell would he find fire wood? Maybe he'd just steal it from someone. Nobody would notice in all this fog anyways, right? He padded forward and glanced over his shoulder. "Make sure he doesn't get inta' that, eh?" He said before leaning into Vang, just close enough that merely his breath could tickle the fur in her ear. "But help yourself." Jerseyboy's voice was a low murmur, though suggestive. He wouldn't mind if Vang got drunk again. If that's what it took to get her to make out with him again, then he was all for it.
He slowly pulled away before sweeping his gaze over the others. Jerseyboy seemed to disappear as the thickness of the fog enveloped him, swallowing his figure whole as he went to fetch firewood.
6/15
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do you want to go first
'cause i'm happy to wait
8/15
Jacob would narrow his eyes slightly when Jersey and Vang would give him different answers. Did that mean Vang didn't love Jersey but Jersey loved Vang? If that was the case then maybe he needed to help Jersey somehow. He didn't really know anything about girls or how to make someone like you but he was sure he could prove to Vang that Jersey had many good qualities. He had some bad ones too but Jacob just liked to not acknowledge those ones. Then, when they would both say he couldn't drink whatever it was, he would be confused again. Why could Jersey drink it but he couldn't? What did age have to do with any of it? Then they'd talk about fire again and all other thoughts would go from his mind as Jersey trotted off to find firewood. Panic quickly engulfed his features. "No! Jersey no get fire! Fire bad! It hurt!" He would cry, clearly distressed by the thought alone.
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Vang shuddered at Jersey's statements, bothered by the way he just couldn't keep his shit for later. Anytime but now would be good to make the ever naive girl look like a fucking tomato. "Shoo, Jersey, I'll make sure Jacob doesn't get into the bottle. It'd be hard to get him out, anyways." She said, flicking her paw as she tried to recover from the uneasy feeling the male gave her by leaving a hot breath on her ear. Her uncomfortableness was, fortunately, forgotten as she began to envision a tiny Jacob stuck in a bottle.
It didn't seem that Jacob was that interested in that, anyways. In fact, it seemed like the boy was more concerned about the fire they were starting. "Jacob, buddy, 'zall right. Fire will be kept close eye on, no more hurt anymore, okay?" The youth cooed, hoping whatever parental aura she could ever give off was enough. If crying was a constant for children, then there definitely would not be any more Winzors coming down this branch of the family tree.
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would they like what they saw
or would they hate it too
9/15
Vang's attempt to soothe his worries didn't seem to get far and his panic would only grow. Tears now rolled down the puppy's cheeks and he would dart forward, hanging onto one of her forelegs. If Jersey was here, he'd likely be clinging to the tom but right now Vang seemed like the best option. "No, no fire! Fire is bad! Fire hurts really, really bad! Fire scary! I don' want Jersey hurt!" He would sob. He couldn't handle the thought of Jersey being hurt like he'd been hurt. He couldn't imagine how awful it would be to see the burns he had on someone he admired so much, he couldn't imagine seeing the tom in as much agony as he had experienced. He didn't ever like seeing anyone getting hurt, especially not his friends and family.
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Oh shit, what does someone do with a crying and pre-convinced-that-someone's-going-to-get-burned kid?She wasn't a mom, and if she was, she was sure as hell that she wouldn't know what to do either way. Perhaps coaxing will work? No, she tried that before - it didn't end well. Maybe if Jersey would hurry the hell up, then Jacob would see that no one's ass was burned... yet. Yeah, that would work. Hopefully, Jacob could hear her through his cries. "Shhh, Jacob, ere'things gonna be all swandy and dandy. Don't cry, 'lil shortstack." His crying might give her a heart attack if he keeps going.
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7/15
Jerseyboy had been gone for a little bit. He had tuned out the frantic cries of Jacob, and if he had known how concerned he was, he would've been a bit flattered. Jesus, who knew that someone liked him that much? It seemed like everyone hated him- not that he cared, of course. It was nice to have an ally or two, though. He would make a troublemaker out of Jacob yet.
"Ow- shit." A hushed curse could be heard in the distance. A few seconds later, Jerseyboy would arrive, nudging a log of wood along the ground. The "campsite" grew more clear and he saw the familiar figures of Vang and Jacob. "Baddabing-baddaboom. JB delivers." eThe tuxedo tom said proudly as he rolled the log onto the makeshift pit.
The tom then proceeded to fiddle with his cigarette lighter. He flicked his claw over the spark-wheel and after a few flicks, he ignited a spark. Jerseyboy held the lighter to the wood and watched as the small flames started to engulf the log.
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would they like what they saw
or would they hate it too
10/15
When Jersey came back, the child would let go of Vang's leg and rush to him, trying to clutch Jersey's instead. "Jersey, Jersey, no fire! Fire will hurt Jersey and then burn and then-" He would begin, devolving into sobs that became difficult to understand. "I don't want Jersey hurt!" He'd add, sounding rather distressed. When he would light the fire, terror would come to the pup's face and he'd tighten his grip on Jersey's leg, burying his face in the tom's fur. "N-No! Scary! Make fire go!"He would cry, sobbing now as he desperately clutched his 'big brother'.
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Hopefully Jersey new how to deal with a concerned child. She was convinced that her partner in crime was absolutely... not stupid. At least he wouldn't put a flame up his nostrils (or at least she hoped he would never). Perhaps Jersey had daddy lessons from Harrison, seeing as Jacob was attached to the tuxedo male and thus the stallion was always close by. Any method Jersey probably learned was as good as hers.
Smugly glancing towards her friend, she let her bandaged and bruised body warm up by the new fire. Vang watched as bright orange and red (there were hints of green in there too, oddly enough) ballerinas danced across the log Jersey had rolled back into the campsite. With every touch and tap of their feet, an ember rose and burst into another ballerina to join the troupe. Beautiful, really, as long as she didn't accidentally fall into the bit or a certain someone pushed her in.
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// let's get those titles bois
8/15
Jerseyboy frowned as Jacob hugged his leg, his cries becoming more panicked by the second. This was ridiculous. Fire was light. It was warmth. It meant survival. If he ever wanted to survive out in the wild like this, Jacob needed to cope with this. "Look, kid. The fire's helpin' us, see?" The air around them was starting to clear as the flames startled to crackle and lap upward. "I ain't hurt. Vang ain't hurt. You ain't hurt. Eh?"
His gaze fell upon Vang, whose eyes were met with his own. Jerseyboy felt a smile tug at his lips and he said with a cocked brow, "Lookin' hot." He blinked before quickly adding, "The fire, I mean." He was determined to get a reaction out of her.
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do you want to go first
'cause i'm happy to wait
The little boy would whimper quietly, his tail between his legs and tears in his eyes as he confined to cling to Jersey. When the tom would point out none of them were hurt, he felt confusion prickle his mind. Jersey was right, of course, none of them were hurt even though the fire had been burning for a little while now. He would clutch the older male's leg even harder, clearly determined to never leg go so long as there was a fire. "Ba-But fire is scary. It makes Daddy sick and it hurts really, really bad," He would say quietly, his ears pressed against his head as he spoke. He knew that Jersey used fire the same way Harry had and he was afraid he'd get sick too. That he would die. That he would leave him and never be able to come back. He needed Jersey, he couldn't let him leave.
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For a second, Vang forced her eyes to migrate towards the commotion with Jerseyboy and Jacob. It seemed like the boy had calmed a bit, which was surprising for Jersey's part if he had anything to do with it, but was still clutching the tuxedo's leg like a tiny cling-on. "...tiny cling-on, my tiny little cling-on. What am I to do with you, sweets?" Cade's words rang clear in her head, the first words he spoke to her when he took her in. Momentarily, his voice seemed to warp into Jersey's when her eyes met his, smiling, though it vanished as soon as she noticed. Odd. "Lookin' hot... the fire, I mean." Hot? How darlin' of Jersey to say that. The fire was certainly pretty with their flashing colours. "Yeah, the fire is warmin' up... I'm sure the light cleared away at least some of this fog."
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