#para cherry

[narcissist-pup]

Pup yawned, rolling over and reaching for the other side of the bed. When his hand landed on nothing but mattress, he shot up, eyes wide. It took him a few moments to remember that Cousin had taken his little brothers to church for Easter. Why, Pup would never understand, although he vaguely remembered having a conversation with Andy while half awake on the matter. Rolling out of bed, he stumbled into the kitchen to grab the plastic eggs and finish filling the last few with candy, his contribution to Easter celebrations he didn’t understand. When did rabbits learn to lay eggs? What the fuck?

[narcissist-pup]

One Lamb, Two Lamb

Long day didn’t even begin to describe how exhausted he was. As soon as he had pushed the door to the apartment open, Pup leaned against it and sighed. Employees, annoying customers, both legal and not so much, had grated on his nerves most of the day. Bunny was probably out somewhere which was fine. Cherry, however...Yea, that would be nice, cuddling up with his little brother. Smiling, he opened his eyes.

And nearly yelped.

Two lambs stared back at him. What. The. Hell. “Cherry!”

[narcissist-pup]

A what?!

Something was making Charlie really, really excited and Pup tried to ignore the growing dread in his stomach. Sighing, he let his brother drag him along. Oh shit, maybe this had something to do with the bitch asking him how big his apartment was. “Cherry, where are you taking me?”

[narcissist-pup]

Parlie Party

Okay, so there was something stupid about this. And ridiculous, and now there was a sociopath covered in flour and mash potato residue. He had woken up early in the morning to start the cooking before Charlie woke up. With a sigh, he glanced toward the bedroom, wondering when his little brother would come and join him. Oh, that probably wasn’t the best plan. As he heard someone rustling in the other room, he shook his head. Too late.

[narcissist-pup]

At least this one was cute. Prisoners tended to have such ugly faces that it was a wonder that anyone would want to procreate with them outside of the cells. Then again, that wasn’t what they were for. This one, the king had been told, had simply been scooped up with the rest of the village soldiers when the royal army had rounded them up. Kikei stood outside of the prisoner’s cell, grinning. “Want to go somewhere more comfortable?”

[narcissist-pup]

Roots || Parlie

That bastard! Pup glared at Charlie from his position on the bed, cold, enraged eyes boring holes into his little brother’s head. What the fuck was that shit thinking? He had known Charlie wanted to go to college someday, but moving into a dorm was out of the question. No. Charlie would stay here forever. “And where the fuck did you get an idea like that?” he snapped, twisting a steak knife between his fingers.

[narcissist-pup]

TYBTWD

He wanted Cherry to come. He needed Cherry to come. He really really wanted to not be alone today. It was exhausting and people were stupid and there was no new shipment so he knew he’d be bored as hell if his little brother wasn’t around bouncing like a lunatic. “Cherry!” he called, looking through the house. “You’re coming with me to the club today. Shoes, socks, Herman. Now.”

[narcissist-pup]

Okay so he’s lonely, and worried, and scared that Charlie might never come back. The whole thing had started with such a stupid argument and now it had been days since Charlie had come home and Pup was more than a little worried about him. Ever since the rave, he’d been thinking their conversation over. It hurt that Charlie still didn’t trust him, but hurt even more that he probably still didn’t deserve that trust. His wings ached from hours of flying, but he kept going, hoping to catch sight of Charlie.