Loitering Is What I Do Best [Mikki]

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    Crash let out a little squeal, but allowed the older tom to grasp his scruff. He wasn't worried about Jank being able to carry him-- he liked being thin, so he didn't weight very much.

    Jank was surprised that Jank didn't struggle, and heaved upwards. To his surprise again Crash came up in his jaws. "Jweez.. ywoe way ahs mwuch waz as moufe!" He mewed, words slurred because of Crash's fur in his mouth. As he spoke those muffled words the tabby began trekking up the stairs.

    "I'm not fat at all, see?" Crash boasted, fur puffing up slightly. Being carried up stairs was a funny sensation; his paws dragged along the ground a bit and his tail twitched along the cold stone.

    Jank
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    Jank grinned through the scruff that was held tightly but gently in his mouth, and proceeded with hauling the younger tom-cat up the stairs. It took a while, but finally Jank made it up the stairs. He set Crash down, and grinned at him. "Now, time to push you."


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    Crash stuck his tongue out at Jank. "Try me, mister." he challenged. "I just might have to push you down the stairs instead." He puffed up once again, trying to make himself look bigger; not that that would really help anything.

    Jank
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    The tabby raised a brow, looking down at Crash with an amused expression on his face. Jank crouched down so that he was eye level with Crash. "Don't mess with me." The older tom mewed in a teasing tone. Without waiting for the younger to reply he began nudging him with his muzzle to get him closer to the edge of the first stair.


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    "I'll mess with you if I want to." Crash snapped playfully. He let out a little yelp when Jank began to nudge him towards the stairs. He swiped at the older tom; no matter his challenge, he really didn't want to get pushed down the stairs.

    "You'd better, or you're going to live up to your name by crashing down the stairs." Jank followed swiftly as Crash began to poke him and edge away. His muzzle prodded him in the side again.

    Crash moved to the side, pressing himself to the wall. "Stop it." he whined. "I don't wanna fall down the stairs!"

    Jank got in the younger cats face again. "Are you admitting defeat then?" He purred in a silky tone, gazing into Crash's eyes with amusement clear in his own green orbs.

    OOC| Are you taking Crash to the battle?


    IC| Jank began to open his mouth to reply, when he paused. "Hold on." The brown tabby slipped up the next flight of stairs, onto the rooftop. Minutes passed before he returned, wide-eyed and fur risen.

    [ no. Battle threads aren't my thing. ]


    Crash's fur uffed up even more... if that was possible. "What's wrong?"

    OOC| Jank's going to help heal wounded cats and stuff like that. :)


    IC| For a moment the Treater didn't speak. "Philadelphia is sending a patrol to help DarkClan. BloodClan is attacking them." He murmured.

    [ I lose track of those threads, forget to reply, and have big chunks of time where I'd get flooded no matter how hard I tried. =P So I tend to stay away. }|


    Crash let out a yelp, pressing himself close to the older treater. "Are... are you going to go?"

    OOC| I've got eight cats in that thread right now, and nine once Jank gets there. I know I'm going to get lost, because I'm going to school tomorrow.


    IC| "I-" Jank paused again, ears pricking. For another moment he was silent, before nodding. "Philadelphia wants me to go." The tabby gazed down sadly at the younger tom.