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14.Oct.13, 11:16 PM
Minor Lord Khoemi
Gabrin’s cat.
’Merooooow!’
The sound of the blasted animal’s yowl echoed through the room and Khoemi turned to give the creature a disdainful look. The hairy, loud smelly animal had been a thorn in his side ever since he’d managed to be rid of the even bigger thorn that was the animal’s actual owner. The man’s nose scrunched up, and he returned his attention to flicking through the large wardrobe in which his best clothes were hanging. If it weren’t for the fact that his wife, Serraquil, had just about burst into tears the one time Khoemi had (not really) joked about kicking Daisy or Sunflower or whatever it was the stupid animal was called to the curb, the blasted mongrel would have been drowned already.
‘purr’, Khoemi’s nose returned to its scrunched up way as the cat came to twin around his ankles, before dashing out of the room with another yowl. Dismissing the stupid creature with a disgusted look, Khoemi pulled a shirt he favoured from the hanger it was on and tugged it on over his head with precise movements; there was no desire to wrinkle it! He had an important meeting to attend to in about an hour, and he needed to look particularly presentable! A particularly well timed deal was to be made with a merchant, and Khoemi had no desire to be late or mussed up when he met with the other man. If the agreement went to plan, he would be able to buy Serraquil a whole new wardrobe, and hire a nurse to take over looking after the children. Nodding to himself at his reflection, Khoemi was reaching for a brush to tidy his hair back into place, when a particularly unpleasant sight caught his attention.
Khoemi’s shoulders stiffened, followed by his entire posture, as beautiful hazel eyes narrowed into furious slits. “Gabrin.” The single word was spoken with a light, neutral voice that was completely at odds with the furious look on the baby face of Khoemi. “Come to collect your cat?” Taking his furious gaze off the reflection of Gabrin’s face, Khoemi finished the motion of picking up his hair brush and swept his hair back with a few casual sweeps before placing it back on the bench and turning to face the other man. “Serraquil has enjoyed its company, though it seemed less thrilled by the children.” A slightly malicious smirk twisted one corner of Khoemi’s lips. His two year old son had, at one point, decided the cat would look better minus a rather large fistful of hair… then that it would appreciate a bath. Khoerhi had come out with more than a few scratch marks, but Khoemi considered his child’s battle wounds worth it.
The cat had vanished for two months.
Gabrin’s cat.
’Merooooow!’
The sound of the blasted animal’s yowl echoed through the room and Khoemi turned to give the creature a disdainful look. The hairy, loud smelly animal had been a thorn in his side ever since he’d managed to be rid of the even bigger thorn that was the animal’s actual owner. The man’s nose scrunched up, and he returned his attention to flicking through the large wardrobe in which his best clothes were hanging. If it weren’t for the fact that his wife, Serraquil, had just about burst into tears the one time Khoemi had (not really) joked about kicking Daisy or Sunflower or whatever it was the stupid animal was called to the curb, the blasted mongrel would have been drowned already.
‘purr’, Khoemi’s nose returned to its scrunched up way as the cat came to twin around his ankles, before dashing out of the room with another yowl. Dismissing the stupid creature with a disgusted look, Khoemi pulled a shirt he favoured from the hanger it was on and tugged it on over his head with precise movements; there was no desire to wrinkle it! He had an important meeting to attend to in about an hour, and he needed to look particularly presentable! A particularly well timed deal was to be made with a merchant, and Khoemi had no desire to be late or mussed up when he met with the other man. If the agreement went to plan, he would be able to buy Serraquil a whole new wardrobe, and hire a nurse to take over looking after the children. Nodding to himself at his reflection, Khoemi was reaching for a brush to tidy his hair back into place, when a particularly unpleasant sight caught his attention.
Khoemi’s shoulders stiffened, followed by his entire posture, as beautiful hazel eyes narrowed into furious slits. “Gabrin.” The single word was spoken with a light, neutral voice that was completely at odds with the furious look on the baby face of Khoemi. “Come to collect your cat?” Taking his furious gaze off the reflection of Gabrin’s face, Khoemi finished the motion of picking up his hair brush and swept his hair back with a few casual sweeps before placing it back on the bench and turning to face the other man. “Serraquil has enjoyed its company, though it seemed less thrilled by the children.” A slightly malicious smirk twisted one corner of Khoemi’s lips. His two year old son had, at one point, decided the cat would look better minus a rather large fistful of hair… then that it would appreciate a bath. Khoerhi had come out with more than a few scratch marks, but Khoemi considered his child’s battle wounds worth it.
The cat had vanished for two months.
