Why is it whenever I start lecturing/fighting/yelling at Mouth, he makes a go at my virtue? It's getting disturbing, mon.
Grima: *sorts through old boxes of clothes*
Gwathren: Can I have a shirt?
Gwathren: *changes into it right there* YAY!
Grima: *covers eyes*
Gwathren: *happy new shirt jig*
Grima: *picks up and cuddles*
Gwathren: *happy clings*
Grima: How's Cotton Candy?
Gwathren: Goodish. There are too many Mouths and I keep running into them and having odd moments and one is creepy.
Grima: I'll protect you then. *tugs her up higher*
Gwathren: *buries her head into his chest* Mn. *cling*
Gwathren: *peers up* What did you do today?
Grima: I committed crimes against humanity.
Gwathren: Oh? Like what kind of crimes?
Grima: I helped make more Mouths. *pets*
Gwathren: O.O Why? More? How many?
Grima: Fun. Target practice. Two.
Gwathren: *latches on* You know this means that I'll have to stay up here foreeeever.
Gwathren: *brightly* I could nest in your hair!
Grima: >.> this isn't a hint to cut it, is it?
Gwathren: Nooooo. I like it. *braids it*
Grima: Leave those alone. *swings her out at arm's length*
Gwathren: EEEP! o.o *clings to his arms then giggles*
Grima: *swings her some more*
Gwathren: *squeals and giggles*
Grima: *resumes cuddling* there. Which one was the creepy one? I'll go feed it to a spiderhobbit
Gwathren: *nuzzles* They all look the same. o.o can't tell them apart. It's the one that touches people inappropriately I think. Erendis was muttering about hunting him down.
Grima: well then. Let's go deal with it.
Gwathren: *eyedarts* okaaay
Mouth 3: *washing dishes*
Mouth 5: *complaining about Two and drying them*
Grima: which one of you is grabby?
Mouths: o.o *blank stares*
Grima: *picks up butcherknife*
Mouths: *together* We haven't done anything.
Grima: Which one of you did, then?
Mouths: *together* did what?
Grima: grabbed my wife and Gwathren.
Mouths: *together* oh.
Mouth 5: Two. He isn't quite right. (Mouth3) ahem...you're female...(Mouth5) *glares* You picked up all the original's irrational fears so watch it.
Grima: *covers face*
Mouths: ...we don't know where he is.
Grima: Stop that.
Mouths: stop what?
Grima: *holds up knife threateningly*
Mouths: o.o *silent*
Gwathren: *giggles a little* They look funny like that.
Grima: It's a good look on them.
Mouths: *quiet hate*
Mouths: *go back to working*
Mouth 2: *carries boxes in*
Grima: which one is that one?
Mouths: *don't look up and shrug simeoutaneously*
Grima: *grabs two* Which one are you?
Mouth 2: What do you mean? *innocent look*
Mouth 2: *grins* and hello to you too.
Gwathren: *shifts uneasily*
Grima: this the one, Cotton Candy?
Gwathren: *eyedarts* ...the others don't talk like that...
Grima: Alright then. Got a special treat for you, Mouthclone.
Mouth 2: Oh? *smiles and darts toward the door.*
Mouth 2: *dashes through the halls trying to find Ioreth*
Grima: *roars and pounces*
Mouth 2: o.o
Mouth 2: >.> *nuzzles*
Grima: ...*claws go in*
Mouth 2: *winces and smiles*
Mouth 2: *kisses soundly* No why do you have me on my back in the hall of all places and what's this about?
Mouth 2: You haven't been drinking have you? *eyebrow raise*
Grima: there is something wrong with all of you at a very deep level, isn't there.
Mouth 2: Possibly. *rubs his back* ...although I might've gotten more of that than the others....or not. *chesire grin*
Grima: *growls warningly*
Mouth2: *wraps both his arms around Grima's back and nuzzles*
Mouth: *digs his fingers into Grima's back and bites back any noise*
Mouth 2: *cranes his head and bite-kisses Grima's neck*
Grima: >.< stop. that.
Mouth2: *complies but starts tugging at Grima's shirt*
Grima: *grabs and pins Mouth's hands*
Mouth2: *smiles and wraps his legs around Grima*
Grima: >.< bema...
Mouth2: Appropriate invocation as Bema was the Rohirric god of riding as I understand it.
Grima: >.< no riding!
Mouth2: *smiles and rubs up against him*
Mouth2: *grunts and tries to pull his hands free*
Grima: *continues pinning*
Mouth2: *strains forward and lightly nuzzles his neck*
Mouth: *takes that at encouragement and kisses again*
Grima: *curses and bites*
Mouth2: *low whimper and goes limp*
Grima: *stands up, slings Mouth over his shoulder and looks around to see if anyone actually saw all that*
Gwathren: *in her room like a good little clone when these sorts of things start happening*
Grima: *more worried about his wife*
Erendis: *playing mother to Thorondir at the moment*
Grima: *goes to toss Mouth in the hobbitpens*
Mouth 2: *curls around him* mm. you really don't want to do that.
Grima: Yes I do.
Mouth2: *pets Grima* You weren't trying to get rid of me back there. *nuzzles*
Grima: *smacks* stop that.
Mouth2: If you set me down nice and safely right here...not in the hobbit pen
Grima: *holds Mouth above the feeding slot*
Mouth2: Since you're planning on killing me and since i have no feeling of brotherhood with my others - perhaps I could tell you a few thing that would be interesting and helpful.
Grima: such as?
Mouth2: Anything offhand you'd like to know?
Grima: Whether or not you have anything worth me listening to you
Mouth2: Mm. not saying anything while you're haning me above the feeding slot.
Grima: *loosens his grip*
Mouth2: *shrugs* toss me in.
Grima: You're just trying to buy time anyway, mon.
Mouth2: Maybe. I'm also suicidal and this is precisely was I hoped would happen.
Grima: *drops Mouth a bit further*
Mouth2: *hangs calmly*
Grima: *sighs and drops him at his feet*
Mouth 2: *Looks up and smiles*
Grima: stop that.
Mouth 2: We really have to work out our relationship you know that?
Grima: I'm happy with disliking you.
Mouth 2: I'm afraid it isn't as simple as that.
Grima: oh? *crouches down and looks Mouth in the eye* what is it then?
Mouth 2: You don't entirely dislike me or him or any of us. We made poor choices but so have you. We understand you on a level. On another level we don't.
Grima: oh, I dislike you. Trust me on that.
Mouth 2: If you really did I wouldn't be telling you this. I wouldn't have managed...what? Three kisses?
Grima: >.< shut up.
Mouth 2: *tilts head and peers* There's an inconsistancy of behaviour and it puzzles us.
Grima: I'm rohirric.We're easily distracted. That's why you're not dead yet.
Mouth 2: You aren't easily distracted and you aren't rohirric anymore. *smiles* You're conflicted. There's inconsistancies.
Mouth 2: Can you explain to me why youhaven't killed the original by now? he should've been dead several times over before you made me.
Mouth 2: She shot him and ordered you to kill him at one point.
Mouth 2: And you kept him alive, allowing everything after that to happen.
Mouth 2: *pats him* ...we're sorry.
Grima: Killing you now.
Mouth 2: *nods and stands up*
Grima: *tosses him into the hobbit pen and locks* >.< hate.
Mouth 2: *brief scream while being eaten*
Grima: *goes to find his wife*
Erendis: *sitting at the kitchen table with tea*
Grima: *sits down and mutters darkly about Mouths*
Erendis: *eyes* What happened with them?
Grima: Apparently three kisses. *wants coffee*
Erendis: *eyebrow raise*
Grima: *gets up and fetches a drink*
Erendis: Sounds like you had a rough night.
Grima: Yes. The molestingMouth is dead now, by the way.
Erendis: *smiles* thank you
Grima: I want a parade.
Erendis: *walks over and rubs the back of his neck* I make a pretty sorry parade all by myself.
Grima: good enough. *nuzzles*
Erendis: *hugs* I'm sorry. They should all be killed.
Grima: I'll get around to it tomorrow. mm
Erendis: *hugs* Mmm.
Grima: Want a head?
Erendis: No. I just want them gone.
Grima: *yawns* will do.
Erendis: *kisses* come on. You need sleep. *pulls him back to their room*
Grima: you smell like the little clone again.
Erendis: I'll change.
Grima: *yawns* just wanna know why.
Erendis: >.> It's stupid.
Grima: too tired to mock.
Erendis: I'm mothering it. ...this means that it will probabaly die.
Grima: just remember to feed it.
Erendis: got that down
Grima: and keep the people prone to kill children away. and voila...
Erendis: I'm the people prone to kill children. ...sometimes.
Grima: oh dear. *tugs Erendis down and yawns again* *pets*
Erendis: *tries to stay awake* *nuzzles and gets comfortable*
Grima: *kisses* and why are you mothering it?
Erendis: It needs it...sometimes I need to care for things. *shrugs*
Grima: ah. Very noble.
Erendis: I was thinking compulsive and weird. *clings to Grima*
Grima: I'm a nice husband. I say nice things. *kisses her forehead*
Erendis: *smiles and kisses back* yes you are.
Grima: mm. *drifts off*
Erendis: *pets and tries to stay awake*
Rats: *chew on Mouth's toe*
Mouth: *slumps.* They won't ever let me out. *sad look*
Quorin: *has snuck in and is using Mouth's lap as a bed*
Quorin: *cutebaby* >.>
Mouth: *cuddles* how did you get in?
Quorin: I have my Ways.
Mouth: I didn't think this would happen. No one needs me anymore. I think Ioreth has forgotten me here
Quorin: *sucks on the cuff of Mouth's sleeve* mmph
Quorin: *tries to look sympathetic* *gums sleeve*
Mouth: how have you been? I see you're a kid again
Quorin: mommy likes me better this way.
Quorin: *waves hands around*
Mouth: *plays with him*
Quorin: but she's crazy. So I'm staying here. *wraps a hand around one of Mouth's fingers*
Mouth: okay. It's nice to have someone around
Quorin: no killing me.
Mouth: okay. no trying to kill me either
Quorin: *shows fearsome lack of teeth*
Mouth: I have heard that being gum-med to death is a particularly cruel way to die
Quorin: roar. *gets started*
Mouth: oh oh no! I am in mortal peril with none to save me
Mouth: *catches* careful there
Quorin: *kicks legs* flying
Mouth: yes you are. *flies him around a bit*
Mouth: *cuddles and rocks to sleep*
Quorin: *does not die for once* zzz
Mouth: *nods off to sleep with him*