Fantasy New World

[Refaulted]

Tommy pulled out a can of tomato paste from the fridge, looking over at Miya's claws. He laughed. "Wow. Bravo. But, if you pick the lock on anything in this house, then that'll just mean you have to be put in time-out." He noticed how she seemed a bit red, so he put the can down on the counter and walked over to stand in front of her. "You okay? Are you sick?" He moved some hair from her forehead and placed his hand on it, checking to see if she had a fever. That brought the question if hybrids could get the same diseases as humans, though they have some of the genes of the animals they are hybrids of. More research for later.

 

[Nekoni]

Miya flattened her ears at the thought of punishment for doing her quaint little hobby of lock-picking. It was a fun and easy sport to her, one that always led to good things when done successfully. "Mrf.....okaie...I understand...." she muttered quietly. The hybrid reddened brightly as Tommy touched her forehead, Miya began shaking her head in panic "I-I'm f-fine!! I'm fine!!" she stammered in embarrassment, trying to fan his hands away. She pointed at the can in his hand, trying to change the subject quickly "What's that?" Miya asked, calming herself down.

 

[Refaulted]

Tommy frowned when she pushed his hand away. 'What's wrong with her...?' At her question about the can of tomatoes he had, he looked down at it, then smiled. "I'm going to make pasta. I can't make sashimi until my mom brings home all the ingredients, or we go out later today to get them." He placed the can on the counter and pulled a box of tube pasta out of the cabinet above his oven. He then grabbed a pot and filled it with water from the sink, and placed it on the oven to start to boil. He turned around and frowned worriedly at Miya. "Are you positive you're okay? You're really red."

 

[The Akolite]

(Ima back...)


Standing at the bottom of the stairs. She would lift her entire body jumping to the second step. She continued jumping in till she reached the top of the step. As she open the door to her bedroom she glanced at the window. She ran over to it as she swung her tai. Opening up the window she climbed up onto the roof and laid there for a while as she let her skin boil in the sun. She curled her body together and shut her red fox eyes.

 

[Nekoni]

"Pasta?" Miya asked with a tilt of her head, watching him pour the thin sticks into the potted water, and trap it into the oven. She mewed excitedly at the thought of going out to shop, it had to been at least a day or two since she's seen grass or other people around "Let's go out and get ingredients!" . "And "I-I...um...am just hot!" The hybrid lied in a rushed manner, hiding her face behind her hands. Her ears began twitching to the sound of thumps going up the stairs as Rosie jumped her way to the bedroom, and the soft hiss of water ready to to boil.

 

[Refaulted]

Tommy frowned at Miya's odd behaviour. He turned to the pot and lifted the top off, dumping the tube pasta into the pot and stirring it with a wooden spoon. After it had stirred a bit, he opened the can of tomato paste and put it in another pot, also adding various ingredients like garlic, onions, basil, and oregano. He then turned on the stove so it could cook. "Well, if your hot, I can turn the air conditioner on. Or the fan. It'll get warmer while all this cooks, but it doesn't bother me." He went back to stirring the pasta and sauce, waiting for Miya's answer.

 

[Life.]

Therese laughed lightly before flipping open the lid of the box. "Help yourself." Then she took another slice for herself. She wondered about his past and what he suffered through. She didn't really feel easy about these pets being tested on or experimented with, but she supposed it was better pets were tested than people. "How long were you in the lab, Rory?"

He stopped chewing for a moment. A sudden color of darkness shrouded his eyes. "Basically all my life I have lived in a lab. From past information spoken by the scientist they captured me as a runaway orphan at the age of 3. They have tested on me ever since," he spoke, his eyes distant from the present. "For years and years I tried escaping until one day they clipped my wings. Before I wouldn't have cared but after years of growing them out painfully they were valuable to me. The agony and pain I felt once they clipped my wings. After my feathers regrew back I never attempted to escape again," as he continued speaking the soul in his voice faded. His eyes were shrouding in black rather than the usual bright gold.

 

[Sea]

He stopped chewing for a moment. A sudden color of darkness shrouded his eyes. "Basically all my life I have lived in a lab. From past information spoken by the scientist they captured me as a runaway orphan at the age of 3. They have tested on me ever since," he spoke, his eyes distant from the present. "For years and years I tried escaping until one day they clipped my wings. Before I wouldn't have cared but after years of growing them out painfully they were valuable to me. The agony and pain I felt once they clipped my wings. After my feathers regrew back I never attempted to escape again," as he continued speaking the soul in his voice faded. His eyes were shrouding in black rather than the usual bright gold.

Unlike his childish self, his attitude turned sober and dark almost instantly. Therese was startled at the change and almost wished she hadn't asked if she wasn't so curious. She wasn't even sure how to respond to his hollow explanation of his past. "Well, you're here with me now and that's all that matters," she said after a few moments of awkward silence. "What do you want to do now?" She was hoping he would either be tired and sleep, or want to play a game...anything to get off of this topic.

 

[Nekoni]

The hybrid peeked from behind her hands, watching him carefully as he mixed all the ingredients together. She lifted her nose into the air, enjoying the sweet scent of the added spices. Miya curled her tail, swinging behind her like a clock's pendulum as she sat on the stool. "It's okaie..." she muttered, quite distracted by the scents wafting from the meal. "Mmmm...." the leopard cat purred.

 

[Refaulted]

Tommy looked back at Miya, and smiled when he heard her purr. He grabbed the pot of pasta and dumped it in a strainer in the sink, the water sending a large cloud of steam up into the air around him. He waved it away with a kitchen towel, leaning away from the extremely warm air. He left the pasta to cool off and went back to preparing the pasta sauce. "If you say so. But if you get uncomfortable, just tell me, alright?" He smiled back at her, and lifted the wooden spoon he was using to stir to his face, blowing on it to cool it off and taste it.

 

[Life.]

Unlike his childish self, his attitude turned sober and dark almost instantly. Therese was startled at the change and almost wished she hadn't asked if she wasn't so curious. She wasn't even sure how to respond to his hollow explanation of his past. "Well, you're here with me now and that's all that matters," she said after a few moments of awkward silence. "What do you want to do now?" She was hoping he would either be tired and sleep, or want to play a game...anything to get off of this topic.

Rory gave a faint smile and held a calm honey gleam in his eyes when he heard Miss Tessy's words. "Yes, all that matters now is the present. And being with you," he softly spoke. He looked up at Miss Tessy and gave a huge grin with an unexpected tear escaping one of his eyes. Not enjoying this sappy side of him Rory answered, "I am feeling tired. And must arrange my resting place. I am going to bed. And thank you Miss Tessy. For everything." He placed his dishes in the sink and walked over to the guest bedroom that she pointed out earlier. Rory grabbed the huge comforter that laid on the bed and shaped it into a nest-like form. After creating the form he placed pillows inside of it and laid down into it. He stretched his wings before getting comfortable into the bed.

 

[The Akolite]

Feet dangling from the edge of a tile roof. She sang a little tune that was soft and had a slow tempo. The song contained more la's than anything really. Rosie gazed downwards from the roof and into the window below that was still open, she climbed back into the house. The heading straight downstairs. She was then walking over to the living room with a small grin, then placeing her Buzem on the couch she grabed the remote and fiddled with random buttons that she ounce had done before.