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writetomyheart2014-08-09 12:12 am
goodbyelover.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2014-08-09 12:12 am
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[Team Two] Get Along
*whistles innocently*
Because there's never enough Catboy Tao. Or Chantao. Not that there's much Chantao here, but you know, if I write more, there will be, yeah?
The irony of the situation was not lost on Kris as he came home to find that Chanyeol had, yet again, treed Zitao.
“What are you guys doing?” he groaned, dropping his briefcase on the backyard patio and hurrying over. Zitao was clinging to the upper branches, hissing and spitting with a maliciousness that only Chanyeol seemed to evoke.
“The bastard pulled my ears and chased me through the yard!” the catboy yowled at him, black tail bristling as he glared down at the both of them.
“I did not,” Chanyeol grunted, turning to greet Kris, almost violent in his eagerness (Kris narrowly avoiding a tail to the face). “Zitao grabbed my tail! It wasn’t very nice.” He tried to look as forlorn as possible, with large puppy eyes that almost worked, but Kris had come to learn that while Zitao was openly manipulative, Chanyeol was sly as a fox.
“Both of you,” he said, heaving a sigh as he yanked a hand through his hair. Jesus, getting hybrids was supposed to help with rest and relaxation, but he was almost sure his bleached hair was going to grey soon. Maybe they were right when they said cats and dogs don’t mix well. “Tao. Come on down, okay? Chanyeol will behave, I promise.”
Ignoring Chanyeol’s yip of indignation (“He started it!”), Kris stared up at the tree, watching as Zitao peered down at them between the branches. A moment later, the catboy dropped down between them, crouched gracefully with his tail arched behind him.
“Fine,” Zitao said, leaning in to rub his cheek against Kris’s shoulder. “But I wanna sleep in your bed tonight. Chanyeol smells gross.”
“I do not!” Chanyeol protested. “Just because you insist on bathing twice a day!”
“Nuh-uh,” Kris said, carefully detaching himself from both of them and heading back into the house. “We’re having dinner and then the two of you are going to clean up your room where you’re both sleeping tonight. You guys have to learn to get along.” He left the two of them on the patio, glaring at each other.
“I don’t want to get along with a smelly dog.”
“Good riddance, you nutcase.”
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orangegreenlove
Because there's never enough Catboy Tao. Or Chantao. Not that there's much Chantao here, but you know, if I write more, there will be, yeah?
The irony of the situation was not lost on Kris as he came home to find that Chanyeol had, yet again, treed Zitao.
“What are you guys doing?” he groaned, dropping his briefcase on the backyard patio and hurrying over. Zitao was clinging to the upper branches, hissing and spitting with a maliciousness that only Chanyeol seemed to evoke.
“The bastard pulled my ears and chased me through the yard!” the catboy yowled at him, black tail bristling as he glared down at the both of them.
“I did not,” Chanyeol grunted, turning to greet Kris, almost violent in his eagerness (Kris narrowly avoiding a tail to the face). “Zitao grabbed my tail! It wasn’t very nice.” He tried to look as forlorn as possible, with large puppy eyes that almost worked, but Kris had come to learn that while Zitao was openly manipulative, Chanyeol was sly as a fox.
“Both of you,” he said, heaving a sigh as he yanked a hand through his hair. Jesus, getting hybrids was supposed to help with rest and relaxation, but he was almost sure his bleached hair was going to grey soon. Maybe they were right when they said cats and dogs don’t mix well. “Tao. Come on down, okay? Chanyeol will behave, I promise.”
Ignoring Chanyeol’s yip of indignation (“He started it!”), Kris stared up at the tree, watching as Zitao peered down at them between the branches. A moment later, the catboy dropped down between them, crouched gracefully with his tail arched behind him.
“Fine,” Zitao said, leaning in to rub his cheek against Kris’s shoulder. “But I wanna sleep in your bed tonight. Chanyeol smells gross.”
“I do not!” Chanyeol protested. “Just because you insist on bathing twice a day!”
“Nuh-uh,” Kris said, carefully detaching himself from both of them and heading back into the house. “We’re having dinner and then the two of you are going to clean up your room where you’re both sleeping tonight. You guys have to learn to get along.” He left the two of them on the patio, glaring at each other.
“I don’t want to get along with a smelly dog.”
“Good riddance, you nutcase.”
Your turn,
orangegreenlove