plonq | (no subject)

My muse has been hounding me lately to write this little story. I started rather late this evening so I only got a couple of pages done. Here's a little snippet from partway in. I promise that I'll post the whole thing if I ever manage to finish this story.

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"Gah!" responded Plonq, jumping six inches out of his chair and whirling around in one motion. If the otter was nonplussed by the feline's response, he showed no indication. "I've asked you REPEATEDLY not to sneak up on me like that when I'm plugged into the computer," the cat growled. He glowered at the offending otter and, after a couple of attempts, managed to snag his own thrashing tail and carefully brushed the puffed fur down flat again.

"I didn't sneak up on anyone," said Giblet defensively. "I even knocked... sort of." He stepped past the feline, turned, and balanced himself gingerly on the edge of the desk with one buttock. "Anyway, now that I have your attention, I think we need to talk about something important."

"Is it about the pair of my underwear that was stuck to the wall?" asked the snow leopard. He had apparently just noticed that in his startled state he had become intricately entangled with his headphone cord. He tugged on a length of it experimentally to determine where it led.

"It's not about the underwear on the wall," said Giblet. "It's water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned." He coughed to suppress a snicker over the snow leopard's predicament. The feline was obviously still a bit rankled, and the otter decided that it probably wouldn't do to stir him up any further.

"Is it about the fact that YOU were the last one to be wearing them before they wound up stuck to the wall?" An undertone of snarl in the cat's voice warned Giblet that the other did not consider the matter to be "water under the bridge". Apparently the emotional wounds from the incident had not been licked clean of infection yet. Perhaps an hour wasn't long enough for the healing process to run its course. The otter mentally added fish to the dinner menu for a couple more days later in the week. The snow leopard continued to mutter darkly under his breath about underwear, walls, and the laws of physics, but Giblet could only make out a few key words.
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