"Skedadiddlydumpkins!"
Fuck, no.
Roddy sank further into the foliage of the bush, pushing the fat calico off his lap and into Adele's line of sight.
"There you are, baby!"
Skedaddle sat, licking her paw indifferently.
"Skedaddle, cat!" He hissed at her in desperation, not thinking straight. The cat stopped licking herself, and trotted to Roddy, mewing affectionately and rubbing her spotted nose against his knee. He brought his hand to his face and sighed.
"I meant GO, you stupid cat!"
"Mrrrrrrr."
Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he said, "Hey, Adele."
"Hello, Roddy," Said a voice from above him.
"I suppose you want to know what I'm doing."
"It's not urgent. We can discuss it over a cup of tea."
It was a dewy morning, and when Roddy stood up, his shorts were stained with the wet, and grass and dirt clung to his backside.
"Nice look," She smirked. He grimaced, and attempted to pat it off. He failed, and, making a face, led the way to Adele's little cottage - it was a modest affair and had walls of brick, a little front porch a rocking chair and many chimes hanging outside. He had taken a couple of steps, when he felt a sharp pain on his butt (probably caused by the smack he had received). He let out a sharp yell, and blushing furiously, rubbed his arse. He shot Adele (who was trying to keep a straight face) a dirty look.
"What? I'm just trying to help," She shrugged.
Fifteen minutes, one shattered teacup and a little tiff (involving many attempts by Roddy to chuck grapes from a nearby fruit bowl at Adele) later, they sat at her dining table, with steaming mugs of earl grey in front of them.
"So," Adele said, steepling her fingers and giving Roddy an appraising look over Skedaddle, who was lying on the dining table like one of Jack's French girls. Roddy held her gaze, picking at some stray grapes on the table. He picked up his cup of tea, trying to look cool as a cucumber in Siberia by taking a sip of his scalding tea. Then, he proceeded to pretend that he hadn't burnt his tongue. Adele saw right through his suave act and got up, mug of tea in her hand, and walked to where he was seated at the other end of the little table. She menacingly put the tea cup (which said 'We heart the Charm" - also very menacing) down on the table, resting one hand near it, and the other on the back of his chair.
"What were you doing in my Hydrangeas, Roderick?"
"I saw Sked and I stopped to say hey because I like her okay!" He said very fast, looking flustered, which was amusing, although Adele showed no signs of amusement. She dipped her head lower and stared at him hard for ten seconds, before smiling ever so slightly - a smile with the tiniest hint of a smug smirk.
"The cat or the owner?"
Fuck, no.
Roddy sank further into the foliage of the bush, pushing the fat calico off his lap and into Adele's line of sight.
"There you are, baby!"
Skedaddle sat, licking her paw indifferently.
"Skedaddle, cat!" He hissed at her in desperation, not thinking straight. The cat stopped licking herself, and trotted to Roddy, mewing affectionately and rubbing her spotted nose against his knee. He brought his hand to his face and sighed.
"I meant GO, you stupid cat!"
"Mrrrrrrr."
Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he said, "Hey, Adele."
"Hello, Roddy," Said a voice from above him.
"I suppose you want to know what I'm doing."
"It's not urgent. We can discuss it over a cup of tea."
It was a dewy morning, and when Roddy stood up, his shorts were stained with the wet, and grass and dirt clung to his backside.
"Nice look," She smirked. He grimaced, and attempted to pat it off. He failed, and, making a face, led the way to Adele's little cottage - it was a modest affair and had walls of brick, a little front porch a rocking chair and many chimes hanging outside. He had taken a couple of steps, when he felt a sharp pain on his butt (probably caused by the smack he had received). He let out a sharp yell, and blushing furiously, rubbed his arse. He shot Adele (who was trying to keep a straight face) a dirty look.
"What? I'm just trying to help," She shrugged.
Fifteen minutes, one shattered teacup and a little tiff (involving many attempts by Roddy to chuck grapes from a nearby fruit bowl at Adele) later, they sat at her dining table, with steaming mugs of earl grey in front of them.
"So," Adele said, steepling her fingers and giving Roddy an appraising look over Skedaddle, who was lying on the dining table like one of Jack's French girls. Roddy held her gaze, picking at some stray grapes on the table. He picked up his cup of tea, trying to look cool as a cucumber in Siberia by taking a sip of his scalding tea. Then, he proceeded to pretend that he hadn't burnt his tongue. Adele saw right through his suave act and got up, mug of tea in her hand, and walked to where he was seated at the other end of the little table. She menacingly put the tea cup (which said 'We heart the Charm" - also very menacing) down on the table, resting one hand near it, and the other on the back of his chair.
"What were you doing in my Hydrangeas, Roderick?"
"I saw Sked and I stopped to say hey because I like her okay!" He said very fast, looking flustered, which was amusing, although Adele showed no signs of amusement. She dipped her head lower and stared at him hard for ten seconds, before smiling ever so slightly - a smile with the tiniest hint of a smug smirk.
"The cat or the owner?"
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