kitten burglar (mikhail)

[EMILIO DOTANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=Cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 520px; background-color: f0f0f0; border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-right: 1px dotted #000000;] ♛ please just Treat Me Sweetly! ★ "I'm bored" Emilio had never been much for farm work. Or, well, being outside in general. For some stupid reason he had thought the idea of coming out to his boyfriend's Mikhail's farm would be interesting. So far he had just spent twenty minutes kind of sitting around. Outside. In the sun. It just wasn't his cup of tea. Of course, for all of his grumbling and whining, there had been a reason he had showed up in the first place. The idea had struck him the night before, while he was in the bath no less. That idea was of a certain man out in the hot sun, shirt off and all sweaty, toiling away on the farm. So basically, just something he could add to a certain bank (that involved spanking) for when the said man wasn't around. While this was all well and dandy, the only problem was that when Emilio arrived (very much unannounced) he couldn't find the tall blond man. He wasn't outside anywhere, the house was locked up and... well, he didn't feel like walking back into town yet. So he had decided to just hang around and not waste the effort of walking all the way here. It was a chance to be nosy and poke around. The only problem was that there wasn't much to poke into. There was the chicken coop, but the two chicks in there didn't like him much... and would just try to attack him if he got close. That cute little pond was also only interesting for so long, too, especially when you were done using the water as a mirror. Perhaps it was then that fate smiled down on the angry little man. Or, perhaps, he was just a bit more observant than before. Out of the corner of his eye movement made him turn. The thought popped into his mind that it was those stupid little cheep-cheeps, but that was stupid because they were yellow and this was... orange. It was equally fuzzy, though. "Is that...." Something pulled Emilio towards the little orange ball of fuzz, which seemed to be rolling around is the grass close to the chicken coop. He approached slowly, a small gasp coming from his when he was close enough. The scowl he normally wore on his face turned into a slight smile. A kitten. Mentally Emilio went though the massive list of things he was allergic too. This would be safe. Managing catch the fuzz ball was no problem. It was young and didn't seem so afraid of the man; probably due to Mikhail's influence, if Emilio knew him. He cradled it in his arms, poking and pecking lightly at it's tummy until it nibbled on his fingers. A rare moment, that he hoped no one would ever see, as the grumpy, angry man gave something of a giggle and cooed over the baby animal. It was so... sweet. Gently, he lifted it up and brought it to his face, kissing the small thing between it's ears and smelling in deep. It smelled like new. Like a kitten would. So innocent and untouched. It had been so long since he had seen a kitten; he was never allowed to have one growing up. "Do you wanna come back home with me?" It seemed to reply by pawing at his nose, making Emilio scrunch up his face so he wouldn't sneeze. "... I take that as a 'yes'" With a sly grin, he tucked the kitten in his arms. This was Mikhail's cat so... yeah, that was good enough for him. He would just take it and then pout and whine if his boyfriend the blond man said he needed it back. After all... he was always over at the Inn anyway, so what did it matter? _★ ★ 635 ★ emik ★ thief of kittens >:3 made by jellietan

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥   Mikhail had gotten up a bit earlier than usual this morning despite the fact that his body had been screaming for more sleep. He had some errands to run in town and he wanted to get them done before he had to set in on doing a majority of his chores. After all, he needed to at least make an attempt at acting like a responsible rancher or something. That and he kind of wanted to see if Emi was up and awake yet and if he wanted to come over for a bit. He liked it when Emi was there when he was working, it made it more interesting. Plus it was a small chance to show off a bit for the guy he adored. Unfortunately when he got to the Inn he couldn’t find him anywhere. After letting himself in with the spare key under the poor potted plant he had searched all over the place, admitting he had sort of spent a good chunk of the time playing with Emi’s pillow a little and maybe having a puppet show with his slippers again. It seemed as if he wasn’t anywhere to be found which made him a little on the sad side. He had already come all this way and he couldn’t afford to waste any more time hanging around the place. He locked the door, like a good boy, and replaced the spare key. It was time for him to go ahead and head back to the ranch and take care of his cheep-cheeps and maybe get some cleaning done. He didn’t really like the cleaning part of the whole idea but it really needed to be done. If there was one route through town that he knew it was the one from the Inn to his ranch, he traveled it often enough after all. He liked coming to the Inn to see Emilio since Emilio never seemed to want to come out to the ranch much. Probably because he hated the outdoors so much. ”Maybe I’ll come back after my chores are done and see if he’s in then. I wonder where he could have gone?” It honestly wasn’t that long of a walk from point a to point b for someone who wasn’t as easily distracted as Mik was. But the slightest things would catch his attention, a butterfly passing or maybe even an interesting rock on the ground. This happened a few times before he reached his homestead. In the warmth of the day he had already discarded his shirt and was carrying it over his shoulder carelessly. He walked around without a shirt on a majority of the time when it wasn’t cold just because he got warm so quickly. Most people that had the amount of scaring on their body that he did would probably be ashamed to walk around like this but not him. Why should he be? None of it was really his fault after all. He was kind of proud of them actually. He had battle scars! Yeah! As he walked up the road he could see his ranch and a familiar body starting to walk towards him. So this was where Emilio had been hiding all day! Mik felt a little guilty about playing around in the Inn knowing that Emi had been here the entire time. But that didn’t stop him from smiling like an idiot and jogging to meet up with him. ”Emiiiiiiiii. I’ve been looking for you all morning. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to stop by today?” His face held its usual pout for when he’d been left alone for far too long. The poor guy hated being left alone under any circumstance. He didn’t really notice that his kitten was being kidnapped. Sure he noticed that Emi was holding him but Emi wouldn’t try and take away the one animal that Mik loved more than any other animal ever. ”Hey are you playing with Anders?” Finally it was an animal that Emi liked too and that didn’t try to attack him… Unlike the cheep-cheeps… WORDS683 TAGS emi COMMENT stahp emi derp

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[EMILIO DOTANO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=Cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 520px; background-color: f0f0f0; border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-right: 1px dotted #000000;] ♛ please just Treat Me Sweetly! ★ Emilio was busy working the kitten's paw between his fingers when a voice startled him back to reality. Ah, yes. He would recognize that voice anywhere. Mikhail. He didn't want to be seen like some smiling goofus who had nothing better to do like some people he knew. So, it just took a moment for him to put that sour look back o his face. It was admittedly harder to do since the kitten had decided to start purring at that very moment. He was a seasoned master, though. Looking over the distance, Emilio was... pleased with what he saw. Looked like the Harvest Goddess could provide a small miracle every once in a while. It seemed that at some point Mik had decided that stripping off his shirt was a good idea. And yes. Yes it was. It took a moment to fully comprehend what the other man had said, so busy was Emi ogling him. "..... huh?" He glanced up at Mik's face, then looked back down when realization dawned on him. "Maybe I just wanna stop by and surprise you." He repeated back lamely. This was actually kind of true. Mostly he had just been wanting some eye candy. The smaller man kept quiet about the other question, though. At least, for a few minutes. Instead, he opted to turn his back on Mikhail and continue to coddle the kitten. Anders? That was a cute name. Maybe even better than any name Emi could have up with. Like Mr. Fuzzy Bottom or something. Yeah, Anders was a way better name. And it seemed to fit more somehow. He wasn't really sure how, but it just did. The cute little thing. "I want it." He said it like just taking someone's cat was the most natural thing in the world. Emilio peeked over his shoulder, just a little, to see how Mikhail would react to this news. Some part of his said that maybe the bigger male would let him have it. He kind of just thought it would end up with Mik pouting and whining and asking why. Well... that wouldn't be very good. He couldn't have his main squeeze acting like that, and certainly not because of him. However, it would be good to mess with him, and see him get all upset. It sort of like some weird little game. He wanted to push buttons and boundaries to see how far he could get Mik to before the ice was too thin. Emilio really was a bad person. "I think it would make a great addition to the Inn" He went on to say, massaging the dear cat between it's ears. "A cute mascot might draw in more customers. It could get fat and lazy." There was a pause as he turned himself back around and faced Mikhail. "Plus.... you could come and see it whenever you wanted. You could... see me." Like he didn't already do that. But still, bedroom eyes and a bit of husk in the voice could usually get your point across. _★ ★ 51 ★ emik ★ ooh sexah 8U made by jellietan

[MIKHAIL SMITH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #343434 dashed 1px;] YOU'RE JUST TRADING - - - HEARTBEATS, BABY ♥   Mikhail was always happy to see Emilio, even when the other male ended up getting mad at him or started yelling it didn’t take as much as it used to to get him to calm down and go back to being adorable. Mik was pretty sure that meant they were starting to make a bit of progress. His boyfriend wasn’t the most open of people and usually only said nice things to him when he was drunk. He only ever told him what he really wanted from him when he was drunk. But things like that rarely bothered the fair haired male. His heart did a little flop whenever Emi said that he had come all this way to see him. Rare it was that he made the trip willingly unless he was too tired to make it back to the Inn and Mikhail was carrying him home. He smiled his stupid grin and rubbed the back of his neck. With all the farm work he had been doing lately his body was actually starting to get a bit of muscle definition to it rather than him just being relatively in shape. ”I’m happy you stopped by. I was actually going to go by the Inn later today to see you.” Even though he had already went there to try and see Emilio… Now he really wished he hadn’t gone to town this morning. That would have meant more time hanging out. He blinked a few times as Emilio suddenly turned his back to him after he mentioned the kitten. Was he embarrassed about being caught playing with Anders? He knew that a certain person had a problem with doing things that were cute in front of other people. Then again he also had a problem doing things that might be considered nice in front of other people as well. Suddenly he heard Emi pipe up with the words ”I want it.” He wasn’t talking about Anders was he? There was no way he could give the cat to Emi even if he did want it. Anders was going to guard his chickens when he got bigger. His face held a slightly disapproving frown. It wasn’t often that the goofy grin he had left but when it did it generally wasn’t a good sign towards the other party. Mik liked Emi a lot but there was no way he could give the cat up to him. Besides Emi could just come out to the ranch more often and play with the kitten while he did farm work. ”Sorry Emi, but I need Anders here.” He didn’t want the cat to become fat and lazy, not while it had a job to do. ”Maybe we can get you your own kitten?” Not that he could afford to buy one at the moment but maybe one day. WORDS475 TAGS emik COMMENT no emi derp

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