Log: Forge, Marius, Kyle
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xp_logsGrand Theft Limb! After being all banged up from the flag football game, Forge's misery is compounded when his currently-four-legged suitemate decides that taking off with your friend's artificial leg is an acceptable way to get back at them for a lack of sympathy.
Limping back in from lunch, Forge winced as he dropped down onto the couch. The bruises all up and down his ribs attested to the fact that yesterday's football game had been a spectacle of raw aggression and athleticism. The fact that he possessed neither of those qualities had been rapidly evident. Yet somehow, he'd managed to have fun despite winding up at the bottom of more than one pileup of students and staff members.
A grinding noise from his left knee caught his attention. "Great," he murmured, sitting up painfully to inspect the prosthetic. Yep. That overzealous block that Jubilee had thrown had actually bent one of the small patellar alignment rods. It was bad enough Mr. Marko had assigned one of the girls to block Forge on each play, now one of them had broken his knee.
Oh well, nothing that couldn't be fixed.
Reaching for his multitool, Forge unfastened the series of fasteners that anchored the prosthetic, and with a small hiss of air pressure, detached his leg at mid-thigh. Reaching for his cane, he set the leg on the coffee table, wobbling unsteadily for the bathroom.
Marius waited until he heard the tap of plastic on tile before nosing open the door of his room. His head was already out of his room before he'd seen Forge begin detaching the prosthesis, and had quickly withdrawn it before the other boy could notice him. He had just planned on greeting Forge before lunch, but now he sensed an opportunity.
Forge's reaction to Marius' traumatic encounter with Dani had not impressed him, and Marius felt the need to communicate his displeasure.
Head and tail low to the ground, Marius slunk to the coffee table. He regarded the prosthesis thoughtfully. It seemed only fair. He had helped Forge get it back in working order, after all . . .
Perking his head up, Forge looked in the mirror, dry-swallowing two aspirin. "Kyle?" He stuck his head out into the common area, just in time to see a grey-furred tail and hindquarters duck behind the sofa.
"Marius? Hey, I'd have grabbed you breakfast, but-" his eyes then fell on the empty coffee table. "My leg! All right, you lupine son of a bitch, gimme that back!"
Forge then discovered that implied threats are less impressive while hobbling one one foot and a cane.
Marius cast a backward glance at Forge and grinned around his mouthful of metal. There was probably a special hell reserved for those who stole the artificial limb of an amputee, and an even hotter one for those who chose to make their escape at a trot just brisk enough for the amputee to almost catch him.
Too bad Forge had already made two mistakes. The first had been failing to display the proper sympathy for Marius' encounter with Dani. The second had been to leave the old shoebox that acted as temporary doorstop wedging open the door to the hallway.
Seeing his currently-wolfshaped suitemate scamper for the hall, Forge tried to catch up by vaulting over the sofa on his cane. Unfortunately, after a day of running back and forth over the lawn playing football, his good leg decided now would be the most amusing time to develop a sense of ambition and strike him with the worst charlie horse in known memory.
Dropping his cane and crashing bodily over the couch, Forge's face met carpet in an awkward tumble. Looking up, he swore that behind the lupine eyes and muzzle full of leg, Marius was laughing at him.
"C'mere, you Aussie bastard," Forge growled, "Don't you make me crawl after you..."
Marius paused, head-cocked, and tried to think of a downside to that scenario.
The wolf turned away from the door and eyed Forge, readjusting his grip on the metal in a way contrived to do no damage but look bad enough to make Forge wince. Marius pricked his ears expectantly and made a noise which, in spite of not containing a single recognizable word, clearly translated as "Give me one good reason why I should."
"Oh that's it," Forge spouted, pushing himself up into a one-legged sprinter's crouch. "You're kibble, dude." Lunging forward, he managed to ALMOST get a hand on Marius' fur before thumping against the ground again. "If there's a scratch on my leg...!"
Kyle had every intention of sitting down and gettng his GTA: San Andreas on when he came in the room. Just as soon as he found something suitably decent to snack on while he was playing. Preferable something that didn't smell like -dog-
Kyle'd been smelling it for the last day or so, and it was driving him insane, and now, it smelled like Dog and Angry Roommate. Angry metallic roommate, which meant either Forge. Angry feathered roommate smelled totally different.
And then the dog, which Kyle was well aware was Marius-as-a-wolf, but really, anything that acted like that was a dog, and a wildly flailing Forge came by.
Kyle was comfortably sprawed on the floor, halfway through a GTA mission before he realized that the metal part of the bottom half of Forge had been in Marius's mouth. ~Not gonna end well.~ He thought. Of course, it would totally take the heat off him for destroying the shower curtain, so he shrugged and went back to shooting pedestrians.
Limping back in from lunch, Forge winced as he dropped down onto the couch. The bruises all up and down his ribs attested to the fact that yesterday's football game had been a spectacle of raw aggression and athleticism. The fact that he possessed neither of those qualities had been rapidly evident. Yet somehow, he'd managed to have fun despite winding up at the bottom of more than one pileup of students and staff members.
A grinding noise from his left knee caught his attention. "Great," he murmured, sitting up painfully to inspect the prosthetic. Yep. That overzealous block that Jubilee had thrown had actually bent one of the small patellar alignment rods. It was bad enough Mr. Marko had assigned one of the girls to block Forge on each play, now one of them had broken his knee.
Oh well, nothing that couldn't be fixed.
Reaching for his multitool, Forge unfastened the series of fasteners that anchored the prosthetic, and with a small hiss of air pressure, detached his leg at mid-thigh. Reaching for his cane, he set the leg on the coffee table, wobbling unsteadily for the bathroom.
Marius waited until he heard the tap of plastic on tile before nosing open the door of his room. His head was already out of his room before he'd seen Forge begin detaching the prosthesis, and had quickly withdrawn it before the other boy could notice him. He had just planned on greeting Forge before lunch, but now he sensed an opportunity.
Forge's reaction to Marius' traumatic encounter with Dani had not impressed him, and Marius felt the need to communicate his displeasure.
Head and tail low to the ground, Marius slunk to the coffee table. He regarded the prosthesis thoughtfully. It seemed only fair. He had helped Forge get it back in working order, after all . . .
Perking his head up, Forge looked in the mirror, dry-swallowing two aspirin. "Kyle?" He stuck his head out into the common area, just in time to see a grey-furred tail and hindquarters duck behind the sofa.
"Marius? Hey, I'd have grabbed you breakfast, but-" his eyes then fell on the empty coffee table. "My leg! All right, you lupine son of a bitch, gimme that back!"
Forge then discovered that implied threats are less impressive while hobbling one one foot and a cane.
Marius cast a backward glance at Forge and grinned around his mouthful of metal. There was probably a special hell reserved for those who stole the artificial limb of an amputee, and an even hotter one for those who chose to make their escape at a trot just brisk enough for the amputee to almost catch him.
Too bad Forge had already made two mistakes. The first had been failing to display the proper sympathy for Marius' encounter with Dani. The second had been to leave the old shoebox that acted as temporary doorstop wedging open the door to the hallway.
Seeing his currently-wolfshaped suitemate scamper for the hall, Forge tried to catch up by vaulting over the sofa on his cane. Unfortunately, after a day of running back and forth over the lawn playing football, his good leg decided now would be the most amusing time to develop a sense of ambition and strike him with the worst charlie horse in known memory.
Dropping his cane and crashing bodily over the couch, Forge's face met carpet in an awkward tumble. Looking up, he swore that behind the lupine eyes and muzzle full of leg, Marius was laughing at him.
"C'mere, you Aussie bastard," Forge growled, "Don't you make me crawl after you..."
Marius paused, head-cocked, and tried to think of a downside to that scenario.
The wolf turned away from the door and eyed Forge, readjusting his grip on the metal in a way contrived to do no damage but look bad enough to make Forge wince. Marius pricked his ears expectantly and made a noise which, in spite of not containing a single recognizable word, clearly translated as "Give me one good reason why I should."
"Oh that's it," Forge spouted, pushing himself up into a one-legged sprinter's crouch. "You're kibble, dude." Lunging forward, he managed to ALMOST get a hand on Marius' fur before thumping against the ground again. "If there's a scratch on my leg...!"
Kyle had every intention of sitting down and gettng his GTA: San Andreas on when he came in the room. Just as soon as he found something suitably decent to snack on while he was playing. Preferable something that didn't smell like -dog-
Kyle'd been smelling it for the last day or so, and it was driving him insane, and now, it smelled like Dog and Angry Roommate. Angry metallic roommate, which meant either Forge. Angry feathered roommate smelled totally different.
And then the dog, which Kyle was well aware was Marius-as-a-wolf, but really, anything that acted like that was a dog, and a wildly flailing Forge came by.
Kyle was comfortably sprawed on the floor, halfway through a GTA mission before he realized that the metal part of the bottom half of Forge had been in Marius's mouth. ~Not gonna end well.~ He thought. Of course, it would totally take the heat off him for destroying the shower curtain, so he shrugged and went back to shooting pedestrians.
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