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Post by Ragetti on Aug 23, 2006 23:26:35 GMT -5
Rags winced a bit as Pintel grumped at the mouse. That cut really did look pretty bad. His good eye ticked as he downed the rest of his grog. He looked over to Basil for a second and then back toward the feline and the little femme. Bah. Looks like it was going to take his special sort of nagging to get the feline to do anything about his injury.
Ragetti rose his long form with it's usually pops and groans. He stepped back over toward Pintel and reached a hand toward his jacket. Wrapping his bony fingers into the fabric; he pulled it away from the wound and wrinkled his nose at it. A small whimper bubble up out of him. Maybe if he sounded worried; Pintel would do more then just gripe.
"Oye it looks BAD, Pinters. Maybe ye should do as th'lil misses wants 'n' least let 'er clean it out. Maybe's we can find sumfin to stitch it up wit?" He had to resist licking the wound himself. Remaining eye became big and hopefully like. Rags pinned his ears back in a sorrowful manner. "Ah'll come wit ye iffa ye be wantin'"
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 23, 2006 23:48:49 GMT -5
Ember stood close to the cat and rat and her head tipped to the side ith Ragetti's display. She had only seen children act like that, but it was kind of refreshing to see a full grown male do the same thing. She absently plucked at her stained and worn skirt.
"I can stitch. Not near as good as no doctor, but I can stitch fine enough. Got sum salve and rum for cleanin' too. Jus' come upstairs, luv. Ragett can come along, I can even put ye up fer the night, if ye like?"
Deciding to get in on the act she gave him the large sad eye treatment as well and allowed her ears and whiskers to droop forlornly. Shuffling her feet and plucking at her skirt she looked a sad sight if she wanted to.
"Unless ye'd like ta wait 'ere for Taka?"
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Post by Pintel on Aug 24, 2006 1:40:06 GMT -5
Pintel hissed to himself as he felt the material being pulled away from his lovely wound, not even attempting to pull away now. Jerking his shoulder was probably not the best thing to do right now. But now having a better look at it, shit. Maybe it was worse then he first thought.
Moving a paw to his arm he looked at Ragetti, seeing his ears go all droopy and his one good eye full of concern and worry while the false was staring at the floor. Then Ember joined in. Cripes, what choice did he have? Either leave it and let it get infected, or at least get it cleaned up... christ.
"Fine, FINE!" he grumbled and yowled a bit, narrowing his eyes and looking at the floor. "Les' get it over with then..."
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 24, 2006 1:47:22 GMT -5
HA! Feel the power of rodent sulking beggary. Even if Rags only had one damn eye he could still make the brilliant blue of it big and watery; all quivering with need and the hope of something better. He took a sneak peek at Ember, her look mirroring his and had to refeign from giggling.
He could hear Basil slipping out the door; probably at Embers comment about Taka coming back. No worries; he was sure he'd run into the bunny later.
Long fingers wrapped diligently around Pintel's wrist, and he did his best not to tug too hard. ".. s'fer th'best mate. Nasty scratches like that could bally well git infected. Ah'd hate t'see ye under th'weather. We's got O'selves a long ship out ahead O'us."
His tail flickered and brushed against Ember's lower back as he nodded to her. "Lead th'way luv."
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 24, 2006 11:43:43 GMT -5
Ember had to refrain from clapping in victory when the old tom gave in. But she also had to resist a loud squeak when Ragetti's tail brushed against her back. She chittered and flushed while trying to not look at him and led them towards the back.
Although she wouldn't walk ahead of Pintel, she would only walk beside him. He may be a cat that would protect a rodent, but he was still a cat. And out of sheer instinct she didn't want to have her back to him. They slipped through the kitchen and opened a door that showed a small old staircase that lead upstairs. Fisting her skirt in her tiny paws she lifted it up so that she could ascend. She faultered and moved around to be behind Pintel.
"Incase ye get dizzy and fall. Dis way me and Ragetti can catch ye."
Half-true. She doubted that he would get dizzy and fall because she didn't think he had lost that much blood yet. But she still didn't want to expose her back to him. As they began to climb she sneaked a peek behind herself to look at Ragetti and gave him a small smile. Her tail lifted cautiously and brushed against his bony hip in a slow movement before it fell as she once again flushed and turned around in embarressment.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 24, 2006 17:00:04 GMT -5
Cripes, first Ragetti was holding his wrist, then he had two rodents at his back. He couldn't blame Ember really; she hardly knew him and he was still a cat. And you never get away from instincts, no matter how well clothed you can be. Pintel doubted too that he'd get dizzy and loose his balance, his arm wasn't leaking in blood or anything.
But it was still bad.
And consider yourself lucky, Ember, that the tom cat hadn't chosen that time to glance over his shoulder and witness said tail flirting. Whilst Pintel was known to flirt around with barmaids (felines, rabbits, racoons the like but rarely other mice or rats) he never did enjoy seeing some females shamelessly flirt with Ragetti. Or him flirt back. Hypocrite feline, really.
But he soon reached the top of the stairs and met the hallway and turned around finally to stare down at the two. His nose twitched, for he felt like he'd just interupted two kittens rubbing noses together or something. Which he didn't like, obviously as his tail rose itself but he still spoke calmly. "So which room then?"
Not like he was looking forward to having his wound cleaned, stitched, then rum poured on it. But it had to be done.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 25, 2006 12:44:58 GMT -5
One had to cut Ragetti a little slack for the flirting with the little mouse maid. It wasn't like he did a whole hell of alto of flirting as it was. Most of the time his attention was on Pintel. And HELL knew the damn cat did enough flirting in front of him.
A shiver ran up that bony spine as the femme's tail brushed it. The Rat's whiskers twitched and he swung his own tail back at the other rodent and hooked the tip of hers with his. So by the time they reached the top of the stairs it was probably the worst time for Pintel to turn around and catch them.. tail holding. But maybe it could be chalked up to Rags being REALLY thankful to Ember for helping Pintel! Aha.. Yeah.
He was still holding onto Pintail's wrist too. The rodent scrunched his nose a bit and winced at the still bleeding wound before looking toward the mouse again. "Yah, wit room, luv? Should get it fixed up quickly."
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 25, 2006 14:49:17 GMT -5
]Ember flushed knowing full well it was quite obvious by this point that she was enjoying the attention that the rat was giving her. And the feeling of his naked tail linked with her fuzzy pink one bordered on pleasent. Letting her tail unlink from Ragetti's she fkushed and ducked her head and she put a small paw down into her cleavage and pulled out a small brass key.
"Las' door on the left. But I gots to unlock it."
Stepping timidly around the feline she paused to sniff and eye his wound for a moment. Scurrying down the narrow hallway she pushed the key into the lock and turned as the gripped the knob. Pushing the door open she grimaced at the room. One half was fairly clean as the other was a mess. Two beds, two vanities, and her Oppusum roomate wasn't there. Likely she was off in town with a customer. But the stink of Oppusum was apparent and she wrinkled her nose at it. Turning around with a grimace she looked ack down to the stairs and saw the two males still standing there.
"Wotcha waitin for? C'mon, dun mind the mess neither. Me roomate is worse than a pig when it comes ta cleanliness."
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Post by Pintel on Aug 25, 2006 20:26:02 GMT -5
Oh yes Pintel had seen the tail holding. It was probably the loss of blood that had kept him so calm despite having seen it. As Ember had walked past him the fur along his back only lifted slightly before dropping down again as he looked at Ragetti. His yellow eyes narrowed as his tail flicked itself up in a warning position before turning and stalking past Ember and into the room.
"Don't worry 'bout mess luv. I've seen messes that'd make yer whiskers curl." he said as he made his way into the room and sat himself down on the bed; facing both the rat and mouse now.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 25, 2006 20:42:30 GMT -5
Ragetti could only twitch his whiskers and give the old Tom Cat a stupid smile as he was caught red-er-TAILED flirting with the mouse. The good eye sparkled with what ever innocence he could muster (the fake was staring at the floor doing no good) The rodent licked his lips and followed along with Pintel to the room.
Opossum. Pft. Another nose wrinkle out of the slender rodent. Honestly it wasn't that bad; he'd probably smelt worse on any given day. It was just the fact that it was being mentioned.
He looked around till he spotted a bottle of booze (probably the one they were gonna be using to clean Pintels wound.) He picked it up and took a sip before holding out for the old cat. Might as well have a drink before Ember got about her business.
"Ye can hold me paw iffa stings too much." Rags almost snickered despite the fact that he was being honest. When he'd been younger and gotten hurt (Especially when the Bo'sun had broke his tail) He'd held onto Pintel's paw why the bones had been reset or his skin sewed back together. It always made him wish Pintel had been there when he'd had his eye carved out.
Ears flickered and he looked toward the little mousette. "Oye ye be gentle wit em, lil sister."
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 25, 2006 21:46:47 GMT -5
The small femme began opeing overstuffed drawrs on her vanity and began digging around. After going through two she found a small jar filled with a pale coloured creame and set it on the bed next to the bleeding feline. She then located her sewing box and paused to look over the different needles until she found one that was devoid of any signs of rust. Grabbing some black thread she placed it carefully next to the little jar and she pushed the needle through her dress sleeve for safe keeping.
She rummaged through another small drawr and locate a stained rag and added it to the steadily growing pile before dropping to her paws and knees and grope blindly under her bed. She pulled out several glass bottles, some empty, near empty or full. She chose two that were full and handed one to the cat.
"Might as well down a 'ole one. Might 'elp numb the pain"
The other she uncorked and took a healthy swig from before setting it on her small end table. Whiskers twitching she nervously approached Pintel and studied his wound before stepping back.
"Mind takin' off yer jacket, luv? Be easier than workin' 'round it." She flushed hotly as she asked it but the question was necassary in order to stitch him up properly. Lord it was strange for her, not one but two males in her room and one sitting on her own bed. It was definetly a night she was bound to remember for some time to come.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 26, 2006 0:41:07 GMT -5
Indeed it was a bizzare night. The only times Pintel had ever found himself in a barmaid's bedroom was when certain things were about to occur. Sure he'd remove his jacket but normally he'd remove everything else too. Pintel made a gruff noise as he nodded and pulled the jacket off, revealing the wound more then before. Setting said jacket aside he moved over only slightly, absently making room for Ragetti to sit on the other side of him.
"Ta"' he reached out with his healthy paw and grabbed it tightly in his paw and began drinking. He found he couldn't rightly answer Ragetti's offer to hold his paw while the stitching occured. It was true, he had been there holding Ragetti's hand (sometimes his whole body) when he was being fixed up from some injury or another.
Even if he wasn't going to say 'okay hold my hand' he felt he didn't really have to.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 28, 2006 2:47:11 GMT -5
Well answer or not; finally Ragetti just reached for Pintel's paw on his own and gave a small squeeze. A sympathetic smile on his maw as he adverted his single eye to the floor. He didn't really want to watch the stitching. Not that the rodent was a complete wuss - (Well he could be at times) but a needle threading flesh and fur wasn't something he particular savored watching. It wasn't like when you clevered someone's gullet and even then - you were doing it to someone you despised and Ragetti certainly didn't despise Pintel.
That tail that had previously been eager with the barmouse flinted up behind Ragetti and he tried to wrap it around Pintel's a bit. A way to say sorry for maybe the stitching, the fighting (and maybe the flirting too?) and everything else that had gone on today. "Ah do ye scrubbin' fer yah fer a while if ye want." He squeaked a little and lowered his ears. "ye always come runnin' when ye fink ah might be 'urt."
(Sorry for the delay. I was right ill the last couple days.)
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 29, 2006 0:18:50 GMT -5
Ember pretended to ignore the way that the cat and rat were acting though her face had become warm again. She would have had to be blind and daft to not see that they mutually cared for eachother and she attempted to give them a moment of privacy as she prepared the needle and thread with the rum.
Grabbing the rag from earlier she scrunched it up and poured the alcohol onto for cleaning. Making sure that it was good and wet, she looked over to the feline and gave him a weak smile.
"Well, best get this done and over with."
Getting her little jar of salve opened and ready, the thread and needle clean, and wetted rag she began to clean the wound. Horrible sight, she could almost hear the sizzle of the rum attacking the open wound and she wiped it gently but firmly with the rum-soaked piece of cloth. After it was done she picked up her needle and threaded it. Giving Pintel a sympathizing look she moved closer and leaned against his side as she prepared to stitch the fur and flesh back together. Tongue between her teeth, she dipped her hands and began the grueling process.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 29, 2006 4:50:01 GMT -5
It had taken a few seconds until Pintel's tail finally moved itself back against the naked and thin rat tail, it's very tip twitching slightly as he heard Ragetti. That was true. Pintel always came running like a bull that had seen red when he heard the ever familiar squeak quickly followed by his name being squealed or screamed. A call to arms, really.
"I appreciate that." Pintel nodded at the offer of doing his scrubbing. He won't be much use with a healing shoulder, to be sure.
Pintel had hissed on impact the instant rum met his open wound and the paw being held by Ragetti's tightened it's grip. The fur all over his body fluffed as well, and he hissed violently as the thread and needle finally met his flesh. He had already finished the bottle of rum and his free hand was on the bed, dark claws digging into the blanket and material.
It had taken Ember a good five minutes to stitch up the awful wound and it had felt far longer then it had been. But finally Pintel felt the thread being tied off and the needle finally being put away again. Pintel muttered darkly as he stared at the floor before glancing at his shoulder. "If'n I see that fuckin' lion I'm gonna shoot 'is balls off." he muttered darkly.
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