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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 18:34:50 GMT -8
"You had better damn make sure it doesn't," he growled, mostly empty bottle still in paw.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 18:38:08 GMT -8
Tugger nodded, "I'll do my best sir." was he going to get away with this? For a moment it almost seemed like Deuteronomy might be backing down.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 18:46:57 GMT -8
"And how was your day at school then, if your class got out late?"
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 18:52:08 GMT -8
Or not... Damnit! "Long..." Tugger hoped his father would see the funny side of that one, unlikley, but it was the first thing he could think of.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 18:57:57 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed at that and he took a staggering step forward. "Long?" he growled. "Is that all you have to say, you disrespectful brat?"
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 19:07:56 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, it was meant to be a joke, that's all." Tugger backtracked as fast as he could, "I didn't mean anythin' by it, I swear."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 19:10:48 GMT -8
"A joke?" he thundered. "You don't joke with me you brat!"
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 19:18:53 GMT -8
Tugger flinched again, his eyes darting briefly away from his father and up the stairs, wondering if he could flee up there and get the bedroom door closed and barricaded before his father could follow.
"I'm sorry sir."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 19:23:43 GMT -8
Deuteronomy noticed the eye motion, and snarling, threw the bottle in his paw at his youngest son.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 19:39:37 GMT -8
Tugger froze in fear as the bottle came flying towards him, luckily Deuteronomy's aim was off, and he closed his eyes as he heard it hit the wall, smashing less than an inch across from where his head was. That was enough to make him unfreeze, and Tugger made a dive for the stairs, scrambling up the steps and almost slipping over in panic.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 19:42:48 GMT -8
Deuteronomy growled, staring at the bottle, the remains of alcohol in it seeping into the carpet. "Look at what you made me do!" he thundered, picking it up and only then noticing his son making a break for the stairs. "What did I tell you about leaving?" he yelled, throwing the bottle again, his aim a bit better this time.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 19:59:04 GMT -8
Tugger was halfway up the stairs with his back to Deuteronomy when he turned to see the bottle, jagged this time and sharp, flying at him again. Instinctively he ducked, turning his head and body away from the object. The bottle missed Tugger's head but instead caught his back, the fresh shards of glass ripping straight through his cheap shirt and into the skin beneath the dark fur on his back, dragging the cuts deeper and longer between his shoulderblades as it slid off his body only to shatter on the step below.
Tugger cried out as the glass cut into him, but even as he felt the blood start to soak through his ribboned shirt he was scrambling the rest of the way up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind him and struggling to push the dresser in front of it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 20:06:09 GMT -8
Deuteronomy glared at the scattered glass shards, muttering under his breath. He took a few steps up the stairs, swayed, and stepped back down. "Brat," he growled. "Now I'm out of alcohol." He glanced mournfully around the house before turning and stumbling out. He didn't want to deal with his sons anymore.
((Exit Deuteronomy))
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 20:20:58 GMT -8
With the dresser safely in front of the door, Tugger slumped against it and listened, terrified that any moment now the doorhandle would start to rattle. Even after he heard the front door slam, it was a good twenty minutes before he moved, realising for the first time, that he'd been crying.
Eventually, Tugger moved the dresser and braved it to the bathroom, where he stripped off his bloodied shirt, and attempted to look at the state of his back in the mirror. He immidiately wished he hadn't, it looked like a mess, blood drying his fur into rough clumps around the two long and still open gashes between his shoulders.
Tugger went back to his room, sitting on the one of the two single beds that was his own, Munkustrap's made as neatly as the day his second eldest brother had move out. Tugger glared at it for a moment, before curling up where he was on top of his blankets and squeezing his eyes shut to try and stop the hot tears that were threatening to spill again.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 20:24:03 GMT -8
About half an hour later, Macavity strolled home, whistling under his breath, though he stopped upon reaching the door to the house. He frowned when he found it unlocked, and felt his stomach sink when he saw the broken glass near the stairs. "Hey," he called out, stepping inside. "Anyone home...?" If his father was, he might regret calling out, but Tugger should have been home by then...
His eyes zeroed in on the glass again, and his stomach flopped when he saw what looked like blood on it. Taking the stairs two at a time, he ran up to Tugger's room, throwing open the door. "Tugger? Tugger?"
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