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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Jul 3, 2005 6:27:21 GMT -5
I wanted to show you all just how fun Niri can be. Especially when he's been drinking. Bahaha.
Shipping :: None
Disclaimer :: Own 'em all, though I must thank meh mum and meh aunt Sheila for the help and inspiration for the skunk and mushrooms!
Notes :: It's just a bit of insanity. Really, seriously, it is.
Summary :: He sleeps. He dreams. He screams. -- Insanity never tasted so good.
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Jul 3, 2005 6:27:37 GMT -5
The Good, The Bad, and the Odd
"I do say, wake up old chap. You'll get tea in your hair. And what lovely hair it is, isn't it Fredrick?"
"Oh yes. Lovely hair. You know, I remember when Daegan used to stroke our hair. Such lovely hands. Remember when he proposed? Ah, such a beautiful ring."
Nirak's head jerked up, and he screamed. Posh British people! Run for your lives! Though, when his screams subsided, he blinked. He was sat on a red-and-white checkered picnic mat, sat opposite a porcupine and a small clump of spotted mushrooms about the size of small fists.
"Alfie," a blue-spotted mushroom giggled softly, bouncing over to a red-spotted mushroom the size of a teapot. "Alfie. You know what, Alfie? You know what?"
"You just said that." cut in a violet-spotted mushroom with a soft tut. "Sheila, you're going batty in your old age." The large mushroom, 'Alfie', growled softly, speaking in a rather deep voice, "I'm not called / Alfie /. It's Al-fred. Fred. / Fred /.
"More tea?" asked the porcupine, wrinkling it's little muzzle, beady black eyes looking up at the speachless Nirak. The porcupine turned its head to look at the sleeping black and lime green skunk, which Nirak had thought was just a pile of fluffy stuff. "Wilbur, old chap, do stay awake. He's just gotten here, and you've fallen asleep. Outrageous, truly outrageous." The porcupine, who was named Fredrick, nudged the sleeping skunk with a paw. Nirak then noticed that the porcupine was sat back on its rump, man-fashion, and had a little teacup clasped in its paw. "More tea?" Fredrick repeated, blinking at Nirak, who stuttered for a moment. "Uh ... uh ... uh ... Nah. No thanks. I'm 'kay." Fredrick nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer.
Wilbur the skunk uncurled from his ball, peering up at Nirak with impossibly blue eyes. "Hullo, Niri. How have you been?"
"Fine, fine," Nirak answered slowly, glancing at the monocle wearing porcupine to the odd-coloured skunk and then to the clump of mushrooms that continued to giggle and squawk amongst themselves. "Um. Who're you, anyway?" Both Wilbur and Fredrick broke into wide smiles, which looked rather odd on their animal faces. Fredrick crossed one leg over the other, a paw reaching up to adjust his monocle.
"I am Fredrick, the Bad Voice." said Wilbur.
"I am Wilbur, the Good Voice." said Fredrick. And then both the animals burst into barks of laughter. "Dear dear, Niri," Fredrick giggled, taking off his monocle and wiping it on the fur of his arm, before replacing it again and squinting at Nirak. "Old bean, we are those that you fear. Perhaps you would say we are your worst nightmare."
"They look like it!" squealed Sheila the mushroom. "They look like it! Scary looking enough to be a nightmare, aren't they? Aren't they? Aren't they?"
"Sheila!" scolded Marie. "Hush. You keep repeating yourself, you stupid thing."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"Did I really?"
"Yes."
"Now you're the one repeating yourself! Ha ha ha."
Fredrick and Wilbur rolled their eyes, sighed, and sipped their tea.
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