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It was strange; confusing even. Every aspect of it eluded to a grander enigma of perplexities he could never seek to understand. The fact he had never seen her room up till this point was astonishing. Granted, She had always invited herself over, not the other way around. A Bed covered in colorful, fluffy sheets. A fancy alarm clock that even showed the date, And a small bathroom attached to her room. How she afforded such luxuries would be a question of how much illegal, and illicit activities she partook in underneath everyone's noses. "How do you afford a couch, and a bed? that's like a thousand dollars already!" Clock muttered to himself, stooped at the edge of the bed with a box of fun gifts for the birthday girl. Fighting the urge to snoop around the room, and through her belongings; already enticed by the various items littering the room.
The stray bits of used clothing mounting in the corner of the room seemed out of place, piled at the base of an empty laundry basket; begging the question of if she intended to use them again, or if she kept missing her mark, and didn't want to take a walk of shame. A dresser drawer partially cracked open, with a box peaking it's head out, holding untold secrets of what might be contained; endless amounts of blackmail left in the open waiting to be exploited by an angry roommate should she ever get one. Even the contents of the box he had brought with him were a partial mystery to him.
'Five minutes', she said. Just a 5 minute shower, Now lurching into a 10 minute shower. surely their was time to investigate. Curiosity killed the cat, but Destiny wasn't much of a cat; She was more "rat" than "cat", but still fairly "fat" for a rat. "I've got time." centering his forefinger on the tape, and raking it back, the flimsy tape crumped together rather than tear cleanly. leaving a nasty ball of sticky plastics, and cardboard residue to be discarded on the floor, amongst the other small bits of trash and scrapped receipts. Opening the box, Multiple separate packages all sit comfortably inside, Each marked by a different manufacturer, and slight description of it's contents, vauge as it may be.
The flow of a shower had ceased it's cascading in the background, Soon, the beast would emerge from it's warm water soaked prison. "I'm almost done!" She called out, as the flick of a switch and a hair drier began to hiss to life. Continuing the sorting through of packages, He found his gift to her, A nice little grey skirt, and vest outfit she'd look good in. To be fair, it looked nice on the model; and destiny would probly have gotten a small size anyways for her own "reasons", that would most certainly not involve attempting to abuse her figure. If it was too small, She'd be more than happy with the fit. If it fit her properly, or was even too big for her, She'd still look nice. Win, Win for mostly everyone.
Shuffling through the rest of the objects, Some guesses as to who got her what could be made. He obviously got her the Skirt, and vest outfit, now placed on the dresser for her try on in place of what she intended to wear out. Ashe bought her a Nice pair of stockings to go with her boots; never having seen her wear socks, or thigh highs that would go way to high on her. Elizabeth chose a more "civil" approach; simply buying her a gift card to the local children's clothing store. She had admitted to shopping there when she couldn't find her size. A fair play to be sure. Then Iris's bag... Dear god, why did he let Iris decide what to buy for her.
'deluxe open back bunny hoodie w/ Kat ears & socks'. Staring at the package, confusion once again set in. Why was it so light? Why did the bunny hoodie come with cat ears? Socks? How did she even find this??? Questions, most with no answer. From behind, the bathroom door could be heard opening slowly. "Hey! Can you try on the thing in that package?" he asked, keeping his eyes focused on the bed frame, suspecting she might be trying something sneaky once again. A paw fumbling about on the dresser from a distance confirmed the suspicion. Predictable Destiny.
Moments later, a concerned voice called out from a crack in the bathroom door, "You ready?"
"Yes, i'm ready, I already know what it looks like, Just not how it looks on you," he replied, Now sitting firmly on the edge of the bed.
"weird choice, But okay!" Out of the dimly lit bathroom, she emerged... "So?"
Standing before him, his worst fears were realized. A grave mistake was made. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, as he stare down a 4'4'' short stack wearing what is most certainty lingerie disguised as a bunny hoodie, And assumable nothing else. It was already too late. She was but 2 feet away from him and had already moved to attack him with the left over equipment she had unpacked in the bag. Trying to drag himself over the bed to safety, he was caught instantly, and pinned against the bed, as she forcibly dug hair clips in behind his ears. "Wrong package! It's the wrong package!" He protested, Attempting to gain traction on the mattress, failing miserably, only being use to crawling across solid ground. The girl on his back wasn't helping the situation, But that rarely mattered.
"But i like it! So i'm keeping it!" She exclaimed, Giggling to herself having successfully accomplished her mission. "So what did you mean to get me then, 'Cat Boy'?" Attempting to reach back to grab the box, while keeping her friend prisoner under her minor amount of weight, she dragged it closer, and started tearing into bags, wiggling her tail with every new enticing find as she read off what each package contained. Did it matter if Clock was uncomfortable? maybe a little (.w.), but she was truly excited, Not just being a mean girl for the sake of it.
"Can you please get off of me? You're starting to hurt my tail... Thanks for wearing shorts in the first place, but please... My tail..." A blessing and a curse, Seemed to be how these things played out. She actually wears shorts under the hoodie, But now she's wearing away the skin on your tail with her little "happy dance", and her oversized butt. The alternative would be worst, but that doesn't mean a guy can't complain about the rat on his back.
leaning forward to stare him in the eye, She smiled, and waved the 'deluxe hoodie' package in his face, "Stop your crying! It's not like i'm trying, And there's just one left!" Throwing her butt back down on him, and ripping open the package, she continued to be a happy little kid, "Your the one who wanted to see me in this, So this is basically your fault anyways! I'll get off once I'm ready to get off!" the hurried sound of a bag getting torn open, while she continued to be a minor inconvenience to the health of Liyorlis' tails.
with a sigh of disapproval, and returning to his role as a glorified pillow once again, the ruffling had stopped, as did her little dance routine. Turning around to see what had happened, A Skirt got shoved into his face, clean, and unworn thankfully. "So it did arrive." From behind the skirt's grey print, Destiny could be seen leaning forward, Holding the rest of the outfit. Her arms wrapping around Clock's neck, and wings being pushed to the side by her lower chest. "So i guess you like it?"
The brushing of a nose against the back of his head answered his question. Unburying her snout, and sitting back up, she smiled, "I'm still wearing this hoodie if we go out anywhere!" Prying herself off her chair, and crawling back off the edge of the bed, She made her way to the door, tossing her new skirt and vest onto a dresser. "So where are we going!?" She enthusiastically pondered, Hands planted firmly on her hips, wearing her hoodie as a glorified dress, drooping down to just above her knees. "Can we get sushi!"
Exhaling a sigh of defeat, She had won the war of attrition. Clock didn't even try to fight.
This marks 1 year of having Destiny appear in artwork as a proper Oc! SO HAPPY DESTINY DAY! May she continue to be the cute and horny rat she always dreams of being, and Clock fears. (She is best rat.)
The stray bits of used clothing mounting in the corner of the room seemed out of place, piled at the base of an empty laundry basket; begging the question of if she intended to use them again, or if she kept missing her mark, and didn't want to take a walk of shame. A dresser drawer partially cracked open, with a box peaking it's head out, holding untold secrets of what might be contained; endless amounts of blackmail left in the open waiting to be exploited by an angry roommate should she ever get one. Even the contents of the box he had brought with him were a partial mystery to him.
'Five minutes', she said. Just a 5 minute shower, Now lurching into a 10 minute shower. surely their was time to investigate. Curiosity killed the cat, but Destiny wasn't much of a cat; She was more "rat" than "cat", but still fairly "fat" for a rat. "I've got time." centering his forefinger on the tape, and raking it back, the flimsy tape crumped together rather than tear cleanly. leaving a nasty ball of sticky plastics, and cardboard residue to be discarded on the floor, amongst the other small bits of trash and scrapped receipts. Opening the box, Multiple separate packages all sit comfortably inside, Each marked by a different manufacturer, and slight description of it's contents, vauge as it may be.
The flow of a shower had ceased it's cascading in the background, Soon, the beast would emerge from it's warm water soaked prison. "I'm almost done!" She called out, as the flick of a switch and a hair drier began to hiss to life. Continuing the sorting through of packages, He found his gift to her, A nice little grey skirt, and vest outfit she'd look good in. To be fair, it looked nice on the model; and destiny would probly have gotten a small size anyways for her own "reasons", that would most certainly not involve attempting to abuse her figure. If it was too small, She'd be more than happy with the fit. If it fit her properly, or was even too big for her, She'd still look nice. Win, Win for mostly everyone.
Shuffling through the rest of the objects, Some guesses as to who got her what could be made. He obviously got her the Skirt, and vest outfit, now placed on the dresser for her try on in place of what she intended to wear out. Ashe bought her a Nice pair of stockings to go with her boots; never having seen her wear socks, or thigh highs that would go way to high on her. Elizabeth chose a more "civil" approach; simply buying her a gift card to the local children's clothing store. She had admitted to shopping there when she couldn't find her size. A fair play to be sure. Then Iris's bag... Dear god, why did he let Iris decide what to buy for her.
'deluxe open back bunny hoodie w/ Kat ears & socks'. Staring at the package, confusion once again set in. Why was it so light? Why did the bunny hoodie come with cat ears? Socks? How did she even find this??? Questions, most with no answer. From behind, the bathroom door could be heard opening slowly. "Hey! Can you try on the thing in that package?" he asked, keeping his eyes focused on the bed frame, suspecting she might be trying something sneaky once again. A paw fumbling about on the dresser from a distance confirmed the suspicion. Predictable Destiny.
Moments later, a concerned voice called out from a crack in the bathroom door, "You ready?"
"Yes, i'm ready, I already know what it looks like, Just not how it looks on you," he replied, Now sitting firmly on the edge of the bed.
"weird choice, But okay!" Out of the dimly lit bathroom, she emerged... "So?"
Standing before him, his worst fears were realized. A grave mistake was made. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, as he stare down a 4'4'' short stack wearing what is most certainty lingerie disguised as a bunny hoodie, And assumable nothing else. It was already too late. She was but 2 feet away from him and had already moved to attack him with the left over equipment she had unpacked in the bag. Trying to drag himself over the bed to safety, he was caught instantly, and pinned against the bed, as she forcibly dug hair clips in behind his ears. "Wrong package! It's the wrong package!" He protested, Attempting to gain traction on the mattress, failing miserably, only being use to crawling across solid ground. The girl on his back wasn't helping the situation, But that rarely mattered.
"But i like it! So i'm keeping it!" She exclaimed, Giggling to herself having successfully accomplished her mission. "So what did you mean to get me then, 'Cat Boy'?" Attempting to reach back to grab the box, while keeping her friend prisoner under her minor amount of weight, she dragged it closer, and started tearing into bags, wiggling her tail with every new enticing find as she read off what each package contained. Did it matter if Clock was uncomfortable? maybe a little (.w.), but she was truly excited, Not just being a mean girl for the sake of it.
"Can you please get off of me? You're starting to hurt my tail... Thanks for wearing shorts in the first place, but please... My tail..." A blessing and a curse, Seemed to be how these things played out. She actually wears shorts under the hoodie, But now she's wearing away the skin on your tail with her little "happy dance", and her oversized butt. The alternative would be worst, but that doesn't mean a guy can't complain about the rat on his back.
leaning forward to stare him in the eye, She smiled, and waved the 'deluxe hoodie' package in his face, "Stop your crying! It's not like i'm trying, And there's just one left!" Throwing her butt back down on him, and ripping open the package, she continued to be a happy little kid, "Your the one who wanted to see me in this, So this is basically your fault anyways! I'll get off once I'm ready to get off!" the hurried sound of a bag getting torn open, while she continued to be a minor inconvenience to the health of Liyorlis' tails.
with a sigh of disapproval, and returning to his role as a glorified pillow once again, the ruffling had stopped, as did her little dance routine. Turning around to see what had happened, A Skirt got shoved into his face, clean, and unworn thankfully. "So it did arrive." From behind the skirt's grey print, Destiny could be seen leaning forward, Holding the rest of the outfit. Her arms wrapping around Clock's neck, and wings being pushed to the side by her lower chest. "So i guess you like it?"
The brushing of a nose against the back of his head answered his question. Unburying her snout, and sitting back up, she smiled, "I'm still wearing this hoodie if we go out anywhere!" Prying herself off her chair, and crawling back off the edge of the bed, She made her way to the door, tossing her new skirt and vest onto a dresser. "So where are we going!?" She enthusiastically pondered, Hands planted firmly on her hips, wearing her hoodie as a glorified dress, drooping down to just above her knees. "Can we get sushi!"
Exhaling a sigh of defeat, She had won the war of attrition. Clock didn't even try to fight.
This marks 1 year of having Destiny appear in artwork as a proper Oc! SO HAPPY DESTINY DAY! May she continue to be the cute and horny rat she always dreams of being, and Clock fears. (She is best rat.)
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Rodent (Other)
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