
World's Worst ♂ xxx Acid Tripp ♂
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The first time I came back soaked in grime, my master threw a fit. I watched with passive eyes as he stomped all across the house, tracing the pattern of my footprints with both anxious and angry groans. I merely flicked an ear when he brandished his sharp words at me and scratched my throat, silently laughing inside. The muck had been sponged onto me from my last wild adventure with Tripp; our in-depth persecution of the neighbour stray poodle who was trying to seduce him.
Ever since he had told me his name, I had been successfully sneaking out every night to meet him. Slowly, the tension that had first existed between us was being alleviated. I tried not to stare too hard at him like I so wanted to; and I never, ever, let him know just how much my thoughts kept wandering to becoming more then friends. I kept those sort of personal enigmas to myself to unravel, and did not burden my companion with them. I also did not want him running off.
I had been tuned out from my human until he screamed at me,
"-AND YOU CAN NEVER GO OUTSIDE AGAIN!" My muscles seized; my hackles rose. I flattened my ears and stared at him, caught off guard by his threat. He did not quake at my threat. He merely pointed his finger at me and rose his voice higher.
"YOU'RE GROUNDED!" He shouted, and I slunk back, putting my muddy flanks against his glass back doors. It rose a sound in him like a banshee, but I was far beyond caring. How could I see my Tri- I mean, just Tripp, if I could not go outside?
The answer to that question showed up in the form of a slinking cat. Normally I did not care for the pesky critters, but when I was staring morosely out the locked back gate and thinking deep, voided thoughts, a sudden idea hit me. A feral feline was rooting through out garbage only a few feet away, knowing that I did not care if he made a mess this week.
"Hey." I spoke abruptly and startled the tom, sending him head first into the ripped trash bags he had been rooting through below.
His small, angular head reappeared with a scowl as he regarded me with pale lavender eyes. The feminine male was a delicate shade of pink overlaid with a darker color of jagged leopard spots. I tried to avoid looking at him too much, but I really had an important message to deliever, so I pressed on.
"Look, I... I need you to do something for me." His rich laugh spilled from his throat and I frowned, bringing up my pretense of confidence.
"Listen to me, you flea-ridden piece of crap. I need you to give somebody a message."The tom rolled his eyes.
"Firstly, sir, the name is Heartsong, not 'piece of crap'." He snorted, a surprisingly elegant English accent weaving through his words. I was startled at the sudden change in his persona.
"And I'll deliever this message if you promise me full meals for the rest of the month." His choice of compromises made me grin to myself; it was an easy promise to keep.
"Deal." I said without hesitation, lifting my head to meet him eye to eye. My own gaze was probably dancing with glee; I was so excited that I had uncovered a way to contact him. The cat straightened, absently grooming his front paws.
"Who am I giving this message to?" He inquired, glancing up at me as I cleansed the trash off of his tall ears. My tail beat into the ground in a hundred miles an hour. I grinned wide.
"His name is Acid Tripp. Tell him it's from Worst."