T-I-SINGLE-GUH-ER
10-23-2015, 07:15 PM
Crack! Thinking fast, Odysseus tucked tail and skittered forward several steps, and just in time too, as Olafur landed in a heap on the ground behind him, a skinny branch still clutched in the fist of one hand and another gripped by the toes of one foot. The giant turned an unsympathetic - this was not the first time this happened - gaze on his friend and quirked an eyebrow. Olafur, his expression baleful, stared back. "Damn trees," he said grumpily. He couldn't help it - Odysseus snorted and then rumbled a low laugh. "Right, because it's the trees' fault that you've got a fat ass." Nonchalantly the brute began to assess his friend's well being. Clearly the monkey was well enough for quips, so he couldn't be too bad off. Ah, who was he kidding? This was Olafur. If the fall had injured him he'd have made it perfectly clear. Olafur grumped to himself for a second, chattering something too fast and monkeyish for his friend's ears, then parted with the words, "If you'd let me ride I wouldn't have to worry about my fat ass." Pointedly Odysseus responded, "If you walked more you wouldn't have a fat ass." After a beat, he caved and offered, "You can ride for a bit, but up on my shoulders this time. If you keep sitting on the middle I'm going to start looking like one of those ancient horses we saw in that God's Garden, or whatever it's called." Picking himself up, Olafur finally released the iron grip he'd had on his branches and, after checking himself over, flung himself up onto Odysseus's back. He then stepped up onto his friend's shoulders. After realizing he could see over Ody's head if he stood up straight, Olafur said casually, "If I sit up real high I bet I can hold your ears and lead you around." "If you touch my ears," Odysseus warned in a low voice, "I'm flinging you into that river down there." |
10-23-2015, 07:31 PM
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10-26-2015, 08:49 PM
The sound of a throat being cleared put an immediate end to the bickering of the duo. Both heads swiveled in the direction of the sound, but there was where the similarities in their reactions ended. Odysseus regarded the cat warily, but he kept his cool and simply ran an assessing gaze over the tiger. Olafur, on the other hand, just about had a conniption. The macaque shrieked and flung himself off his friend's back and then proceeded to haul his aforementioned fat ass up the tree that had just rejected him all the while screeching, "Run, Odysseus, RUN!" In his haste the monkey managed to break off pieces of bark and unintentionally fling them in all directions. One such piece landed between Odysseus's ears. Casually the brute jerked his head and flicked the bit of bark off; his ears swiveling to catch the unintelligible, angry chattering of Olafur high overhead. Except for the monkey's unhappy yowling in the trees all was quiet, which honestly only served to intensify the awkward on the ground. To draw attention away Olafur's exit and the words Odysseus clearly wasn't heeding, the brute commented, "Nasty looking scratches you have there." |