Sigh
New Warrior
159 Posts
EST; he/him; mid-twenties
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Post by Sigh on Feb 26, 2023 15:39:25 GMT
cyril Cyril's old legs carried him slowly towards the familiar yard of his oldest friend. With each creaking step he wondered how he imagined himself capable of any kind of extended journey. Even this small jaunt was slow and noisy for him, and it was only just out of sight of his own nest. He had half a mind to turn around and forget the whole thing. The other half of his mind was resigned to his fate, however, and was committed to at least saying goodbye before what may well be his last journey. Much to Cyril's chagrin, Dusty was nowhere to be seen. Must still be inside, the lazy lug. With all the volume he could muster in his gruff voice, Cyril called out, "Dusty, you big lump! Get out here!"With that out of the way, Cyril sat himself down and waited patiently for his friend's appearance. He knew it would take him a minute or two to arrive; Dusty, like Cyril, was no spry youngster. It was not such a bad day to spend waiting, though, the air clear and comfortable, the sky blue and clear. The only clouds were those of the figurative impending storm in Cyril's future. He prayed they would not manifest literally; rain always made his knees extra creaky. |
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Sigh
New Warrior
159 Posts
EST; he/him; mid-twenties
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Post by Sigh on Mar 20, 2023 23:39:54 GMT
cyril Cyril heard Dusty before he saw him. He was as crotchety as ever, though Cyril had no room to talk in that regard. The two of them were a sorry sight. Cyril padded a little closer to lessen the distance Dusty had to travel. Better to get his legs used to walking. "I know you didn't go deaf so quickly," greeted Cyril. "But I wanted to be heard over your new...housemate." He turned his wary eyes towards Dusty's nest, behind whose walls allegedly existed a shrieking hellion of a kit whose existence Cyril had yet to confirm. The existence of such a creature was not so much in question, but Cyril was curious as to how exaggerated Dusty's claims of chaos were. The easy part was over, unfortunately, and Cyril sighed resignedly as he realized he would actually have to go through with this whole saying goodbye debacle. No point in delaying it, I suppose, he thought. "I came to tell you that I'm leaving. On a trip." He grimaced. "Might not be back, you know how it is. Thought it warranted a goodbye." He twitched uneasily. Saying goodbye to Dusty was not very high on Cyril's list of things he would love to do. It was, in fact, incredibly low. Lower than that, unfortunately, would have been having Dusty come along. Not that Cyril would have balked at the company—reluctant as he might be to reveal such a blatant admission of affection to Dusty himself—but Cyril was wildly more comfortable with putting his own life on the line for a half-remembered dream than he would be with risking Dusty's. Also, he thought, The only thing worse than one old fogy is a pair of them. Better to spare the youngsters that misfortune. |
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Sigh
New Warrior
159 Posts
EST; he/him; mid-twenties
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Post by Sigh on Apr 6, 2023 12:58:10 GMT
cyril Ugh, feelings. "Yes, I'm leaving. I know you're not that deaf," he grumbled irritably, as though repeating the phrase between the two of them would solve any problems. It didn't, of course. It was just an echo. Cyril grimaced at the frown digging itself into Dusty's face. That's gonna leave a mark, he thought, and would have said so to tease his friend if he were at all in a teasing mood. And yet, he felt the need to dance around his answers. Cyril himself was hardly satisfied with his reasons for leaving—what sort of dream was worth risking his life for, after all? How could he explain that to Dusty? He couldn't. At least, not yet. "Don't mother me, you old bat," he finally answered. A thin cloud scuttled across the sky overhead. "I'll eat what I eat, and I'll get there when I get there. I won't be by myself, anyway."Dusty's last question was both the hardest and the easiest to answer. As of right now, Cyril had no reason not to come back. But if the whole point of this journey was to gain some clarity, to find answers, then how could he know? What if something else drew him further afield? Would he make it that far? He shook his head to clear it, but answered in the most truthful way he could. "I'm not in any hurry to die, and I should hope you're not either. I'm not trying to abandon you, Dusty, but I can't make you any promises either." |
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Riley
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Post by Riley on Jun 5, 2023 6:48:03 GMT
A dash of fond irritation crossed Dusty's heart at Cyril's repetition of their shared not-deafness. Leaving for who knows how long, not knowing if he'd come back or if they'd see each other again, and he still had to be grumpy.
The knowledge that Cyril wouldn't be alone came as a relief though. There'd be cats there to make him rest if his breathing got bad, and cats there to make him eat if he didn't want to rest. Throughout their friendship Cyril's stubbornness was as admired as it was cursed.
"I'm not in any hurry to die, Dusty, and I should hope you aren't either." Dusty couldn't help scoffing at that. "Death comes for us all, dog-brain. You could go to sleep one night, expecting to wake up, and you never do. I'm not some naive damsel, Cyril. I'm not gonna be sighing in the window and gazing off into the sunset, awaiting your dramatic return."
Dusty took a single step forward, trying to get his point across with a stern frown. "I just want you to promise to try. Or if you can't come back for some reason, send word. You said you aren't going alone? Give one of them a message for me. You're stubborn, and annoying when you want to be. Badger them into giving in, even if they don't want to."
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