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Post by Mo on Jul 11, 2012 18:06:11 GMT -5
"Oh you think that's funny, huh?" Milo asked in an overly cheerful tone with an equally overeager smile to match. "Ohhhh, what I'm gonna do to you..." He started stalking toward Nova's general direction, but was stopped short as he stepped in another puddle, coating his paws in a nice new layer of mud. He squeaked and scrambled back, looking as though he'd just been shocked by a tazer. He stared at the puddle a moment, then looked back up to Nova sheepishly. "It bamboozled me," he tried to defend himself weakly. He straightened up with a determined look and said, "Now then, to rip your arms out of the-- EEP!!" He squeaked as he stepped in the same puddle again, running back to safety. The charade continued several times, making Milo look like an absolute fool in the process. "Okay, I'm not joking, you're-- GAAAH!" "I am dead serious, I will rip off-- MEEP!" "I will consume your very soul and-- BUUH!!"
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Post by Angel on Jul 12, 2012 1:49:06 GMT -5
In her defence, Nova was making a valiant effort not to laugh, but it really wasn't working. Even with her paw clamped over her muzzle, snorts of hilarity could still be heard coming from behind it every time Milo stepped in the SAME PUDDLE, and soon Nova had given up trying to stifle them, and was clutching her sides instead and laughing like an idiot. "I told ya mud wasn't so bad," she finally gasped when her guffawing had subsided enough to allow her to talk again. "You've stepped in it six times and you're not dead yet. Why are you still afraid of it?" Maybe if he got nice and covered in the stuff, he'd realise that it wasn't so bad... Nova considered using Milo's tie to pull him forward and offbalance him into the puddle he kept stepping in, but decided against it - not out of any respect for Milo's tie, just because she thought it would be more effective to let him get to the point of being fully coated in mud himself without her direct help.
"...you could always jump it instead of stepping in it," she offered after another couple of moments had passed, flicking one hind paw in the direction of the mud puddle just to make clear what she had been referring to.
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Post by Mo on Jul 14, 2012 17:11:11 GMT -5
"Are you for REAL?" Milo was so indignant he nearly squeaked. "I'm already soaked through up to my knees, I don't need the REST of me sopping wet!" At this point he crossed his arms and glared at her again. "Is it a crime to not want to get dirty?" he retorted to her earlier question. He protectively grabbed hold of his tie and rolled it around in his hands as if defending it. "Even if I have four other spares at home, it does me no good to just go and demolish one uniform!" Milo was always prepared, going so far as to have five pairs of school uniforms for each day of the week, so he didn't have to wear the same thing ever single day (all the sweat and grime that got all over it every day disgusted him, he couldn't imagine having to wear it twice, or thrice, or more, just to let it all decay as he went about his day). Everyone else, even his parents, found it silly (and in Lucky and Two-Tone's case, EXHAUSTING), but Milo was still admant about being absolutely careful about eveyrthing. "You know Nova," he began with a bit of a sneer. "I'd love to see you make me get dirty. I dare you. I double dog dare you. Triple. Just try." However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he would regret saying them.
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Post by Angel on Jul 15, 2012 3:07:06 GMT -5
"Now that's more like it!" If anyone had thought Nova's grin couldn't get any wider before, they'd have been wrong. The girl literally beamed from ear to ear at Milo's words. He had to know that was a challenge she'd easily rise to - which meant that he couldn't mind the inevitable outcome anymore. For a moment, she wondered if the male actually knew what he was getting himself into, then shrugged it off. He'd practically asked her to get him dirty, so she wasn't going to complain.
"I can do that," she grinned once more. With that, the young female bodily threw herself at Milo, grabbing his shoulders to turn him around 180 degrees so his back was to the pool of mud he'd been having such difficulty crossing - and pushed. Unless Milo had a superb sense of balance, the next thing he knew, he'd most likely be lying on his back in the mud.
Catching her own balance before she could fall on top of him, Nova moved to lean over Milo, said mud squishing under her paws as she did, and smiled cordially down at him, her tie dangling in his face in the process. Although in her misguided way she was pretty sure of the answer, Nova innocently asked anyway "Do you want me to continue?"
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Post by Mo on Jul 23, 2012 20:06:48 GMT -5
"I can do that!" And Milo's short, miserable life flashed before his eyes. He toppled down, down, down, straight into the foul concoction of dirt and sludgy water that had previously soaked his trousers. His back hit the mud with a horrible squelchy splashing and little splatters and droplets seemed to rain from all directions straight onto his face and his clothes. If his uniform wasn't clean before, it was ruined forever now. He could already feel the mud seeping through his clothes and onto his plush spotted fur underneath. Milo was simply paralyzed. His brain seemed to stop for a few seconds. He just sat there, gaping and gasping like a fish out of water as he tried to regain his emotional consciousness. He was coated and soaked through with that mud. Every bit of his conscience recoiled at the notion, and Milo though he would burst into tears. The feeling of the slick, wet goo against his fur, and the texture of his wet clothes sticking onto his limbs made him want to vomit. Things really could go from bad to worse in such a short time, couldn't they? He felt the end of Nova's tie tickle his nose as she leaned over her with that horrible, evilly satisfied grin on her face. "Do you want me to continue?" ...Was she serious? WAS. SHE. SERIOUS. "No." Milo's voice was surprisingly firm, seeing as he was nearly bawling like a newborn puppy at the moment. "Absolutely not." He sat up slowly, beginning to tremble and shake like a leaf caught in the wind. He stared down at his ruined clothes, taking in exactly how bad his situation was... and it was as he suspected. Cleaning it would be no easy feat. And he had the sneaking suspicion Nova wouldn't let him go any time soon. So this particular uniform was effectively ruined. He stared at his sleeves, now held up in front of him, flopping thickly over his paws and dripping in such a horrible way Milo thought he would die. His eyes filled with tears and he bit his lip to try and fight them back. Nova was surely laughing at him but everything that was going on around him meant nothing to him. Every fiber of his being was seething with agony at this horrible situation. He wished he could just disappear forever. "...You... you..." he sputtered weakly, paws beginning to tremble. But he had no resolve. He couldn't do anything to fix it. Everything had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
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Post by Angel on Jul 24, 2012 2:21:34 GMT -5
Okay, *that* hadn't been the answer she was expecting, and Nova frowned. Still standing next to Milo, up to her ankles in the mud, she straightened so that her tie wasn't hanging right in the other pup's face, looking over Milo. True, the entirety of his back was a horrible, sludgy brown colour that was no doubt dribbling down the back of his shirt collar as he sat up, but she'd been more thoroughly covered in mud than that before, and it wasn't anything to...
Wait, were those tears? In his eyes? Was he crying? Her face screwed up in incomprehension. "What's the matter? You asked me to, didn't ya?" He had, he'd dared her; he had to know she wouldn't back down from a challenge like that, so it was as good as if he'd asked, in her mind. Besides, it was only mud - what was all the fuss about? Still, well, she couldn't deny that she felt sorry for the guy, who evidently hadn't known what he'd been getting himself into.
"Okay, okay, I won't do anymore today," Nova was quick to reassure the male. Poor guy looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack, which hand't exactly been her intention. She'd only wanted to show him that mud and dirt wasn't so bad... later, she was sure, he'd look back on this and laugh, but right now he just looked so miserable that it was making even her feel kinda bad... "C'mon, I'll take you back home," Nova announced, placing a hand - completely unintentionally using the same hand she'd wiped on her skirt earlier - on his shoulder in what should have been a comforting gesture, although knowing Milo (which Nova didn't, nowhere near as well as she should have) would only make the situation incredibly worse.
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Post by Mo on Jul 28, 2012 0:23:33 GMT -5
"Y-y-you did... b-buh-buh... hnggggg...." Milo tried to sputter out a response to Nova, but found it quite impossible given his situation. All of his senses were being overloaded to their maximum capacity and he was not able to functio properly by this point. And then of course, Nova had to seal the deal. No matter how unintentional, it was still the one straw that broke the camel's back. She touched him. ...AGAIN. Milo, predictably, screamed. The poor muddied boy scrambled back and was in a full-blown panic attack by this point. He shook madly and was running in circles, trying to get as much mud off as he could, but it was all in vain... it was clinging to him, clinging like leeches, and Milo just couldn't handle it. He wanted to hate Nova right then. He really, truly did. But yet... something kept him from being totally mad at her. Given the situation, he could have murdered her with his bare hands (if he didn't become squeamish at the sight of blood, that is), but he just... he couldn't be completely furious at her. Maybe it could have been because he had given up being mad and was now consumed with pure fear and panic at this point... but later, teh thought would give him pause. Eventually, Milo calmed down enough to stop and address Nova. "D-d-don't just stand there... do something! ANYTHING!!"
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Post by Angel on Jul 28, 2012 2:16:37 GMT -5
Nova had scrambled back once Milo started screaming and running and flailing, and now just stared, not really sure what else he was expecting her to do. He'd freak out if she even tried to touch him to brush the mud off, and the nearby pond was probably just as muddy, and coated with a stagnent greenish layer of scum into the bargain, so Milo would probably react even worse to her dousing him with that in an effort to wash his layer of mud off. And while under other circumstances, it might have suited her purposes to do just that, right now Nova just wanted to calm the male down.
Which was looking like becoming an impossible task. Feeling mildly frustrated that the guy wouldn't just accept that there was nothing particularly bad about being covered in mud - or any number of other varieties of dirt - Nova siezed a handful of leaves from a low-hanging branch, and grabbed Milo firmly by the shoulder with her other hand. "Stay still and don't freak out," she instructed, locking one leg around Milo's ankles to stop him running off again, and using the leaves she held to try and sluice the mud off his back. Unfortunately, all she really managed was to splatter a good deal of the mud in question across the front of her own shirt instead, and leave green chlorophyll stains on the parts of Milo's that were starting to show through it's muddy coating.
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Post by Mo on Jul 28, 2012 22:23:45 GMT -5
"Wait... w-what are you... DDDHHHGGGH..." Milo simply froze as Nova not only seized his shoulder and wrapped her leg around his ankles, but started rubbing a clump of leaves against his uniform... which, even though the egsture was thoughtful, Milo really... REALLY did not care for it. At all. He shuddered with disgust every time Nova rubbed the little green bacteria conductors against his muddied uniform, and was even more appaled to see the leaves leaving STAINS on the places where the mud didn't completely cover his shirt. STAINS. GREEN. DIRTY. STAINS. "Nova Nova Nova Nova please stop drying me off with leaves please this is horrifying..." Milo squeaked in a barely audible whisper, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn't have to look at the horrors unfolding around him.
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Post by Angel on Aug 1, 2012 5:12:16 GMT -5
"Well WHAT do you want me to do?" Nova flung down the leaves, which by this time were coated with a layer of mud all their own so wouldn't have done much more good anyway, and released her grip on Milo's leg, although she still kept hold of his coulder for good measure, turning him around to face her again by it before letting go of him completely. For a moment as they separated, she frowned down at the mud that was now splattered over a good portion of the front of her own shirt and her tie, before shrugging it off as nothing to worry about. She'd got much muddier than this before, at any rate... she just kinda hoped her parents wouldn't freak out over the state of her uniform. Unlike Milo, she *didn't* have multiple sets of everything - shirts and skirts, yes; ties, no - and so might end up having to borrow one of Scout's spare ties tomorrow.
"You asked me to do something," she continued with the matter at hand as though her train of thought hadn't even been disrupted "but anything I could do you freak out at! Just what are you expecting?" Her tone actually sounded a little frustrated with the older pup for once as she eyed Milo, idly trying to wipe the mud off her tie with her bare hands and not really doing much good.
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Post by Mo on Aug 5, 2012 14:27:08 GMT -5
Milo's ears drooped down at Nova's question, and in a an almost whiny voice, he replied, "I don't knooooooow..." He again lifted up his sleeves that clung thickly to his fur and observed them with a disgusted look. But suddenly, he realized, it wasn't making his skin crawl like before. It wasn't pleashant at all, not with the mud already starting to harden in a sort of mask on his fur, but it wasn't horribly intolerable like before. Maybe all of the adrenalin was fogging up his senses... this was still a big problem, and he still didn't know how to get himself that clean again. "Hmmmmm..." he sighed through his nose as he swiveled his head from side to side, searching for something, anything that may be useful for getting this mud of and away. And then he saw the pond. He eyed it with a mixture of curiosity and horror. There was a nice, frothy grene layer of algae floating on top, and the water itself was dark and cloudy-- not at all like the kind of water he actually enjoyed bathing and swimming in. It was, in all senses of the word, a dirty puddle of water. But still...
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Post by Angel on Aug 6, 2012 2:05:40 GMT -5
Curious, Nova followed Milo's gaze with her own dark orbs, wondering just what had caught his attention. Nothing, that she could see; just the scum-covered pond that she would bet anything that Milo would freak out twice as hard if he so much as *touched* it with one toe. He couldn't possibly be thinking of that as a solution... right? She frowned, looking back at Milo's eyes, then at the body of water again, estimating exactly where the male was looking...
"You serious?" she asked in an incredulous tone, now wiping her tie against her shirt's shoulder, which until this point had escaped the worst of the mud she'd been wiping off Milo's back. Straigtening her tie - it wasn't an obsessive habit like it was for some pups she knew, but she had managed to pull it a little out of line in her attempts to brush the mud off it - she looked back at Milo again, awaiting some kind of response. She wasn't going to shove him into that pond without some sort of confirmation that he actually was seriously considering the idea, just because she didn't want to have another of his freak-outs on her hands right now.
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Post by Mo on Aug 9, 2012 19:09:06 GMT -5
Milo shrugged and bobbed his head to the side a bit. "Maybe." It definitely would not be fun. It was gross and unsanity and unessesary, but... he was not walking home like this. He couldn't... the feeling of that mud dripping down his body while it moved was a feeling he couldn't bear to think about for very long. Milo was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he couldn't stand this for very much longer... "...Unless you can think of another way to get all this filth off of my clothes without getting MORE filth all over it," he concluded his thought with a bit of a bitter glare to the slightly younger girl, but his glare didn't stay hard for long. He still couldn't stay mad at Nova. She did have an adorable little sparkle in her eye when she was determined like she was just a minute ago...
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Post by Angel on Aug 10, 2012 1:06:15 GMT -5
Nova shrugged. She wasn't going to object, at least - it meant she was achieving her goal of getting Milo less scared of dirt in general - she just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to have another freak-out on her paws. "Just make sure you remember that you asked me to do this."
She probably wouldn't have gone quite so far as she was about to, but looking around, Nova couldn't see any sort of bucket or anything she would have been able to use to tip just a bit of the water over Milo, so she really didn't have any other options. And like she'd said, he had been the one to ask for this, more or less.
Before Milo would have a chance to reconsider, Nova had siezed him by the mud-covered shoulders again, propelling the hapless pup towards the pond, heedless of any protests he might now be making (she wasn't going to back out after being asked) and upon reaching the pond's edge, just shoved him forward so that he'd fall face-first into the scummy water.
Looking down at herself, Nova idly wondered if she shouldn't follow the male's lead. The front of her shirt was rather plastered with the mud from Milo's back, and while unlike him, she didn't mind the feeling at all, she didn't really want to get in trouble with mom when she got home. She didn't straight away, however, just watching for Milo's reaction instead.
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Post by Mo on Aug 12, 2012 16:02:39 GMT -5
His options had been limited at this junction, and he had asked for it. That didn't mean he had to be happy about it. And he was definitely not happy. It felt like he was falling in slow-motion as Nova shoved him off the edge-- every moment passing by bit by bit, and that digusting scummy pondwater getting closer and closer and closer until finally... SPLOOOSH!! Milo went under, and though it was not a deep pond, only a couple feet deep, he still struggled to resurface, the weight of his clothes pulling him down. After a few seconds though, he burst above the surface, gasping and whimpering in his sudden shock. The water was COLD, and just sitting in there for a few seconds made his skin feel numb. He flailed and scratched his way out of the pond near the edge and just stood there, absolutely soaked, with his clothes sticking to his fur, his odd patterns showing over the opaque layer of cloth above it, and every hair seeming to droop down to teh ground under the pressure of all that water. He just stood there wide-eyed and trembling with the cold, pigeon-toed, dripping at every possible place there was to drip, and looking like he wanted to die right there, just so he didn't have to stand there sopping wet and freezing. He had asked for it. Milo just never knew when to say "no" to Nova, or even his own brain's insane ideas, did he?
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