Meme: Drabbles (Plurk)

[mrkillershades]

Guy: Age 50 (For fuzzytale)
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“Daaaaaad!”

There are snarls and the sounds of a knock-down, drag-out fight coming from the hall outside the study, and Guy sighs and rubs a hand over his face, putting aside his magazine to find out what particular crisis he has to deal with now. The compound runs pretty smoothly most of the time, but that doesn't mean there isn't the occasional disaster. A thirteen-year-old boy goes rampaging by with a hundred-pound black jaguar in hot pursuit, and there’s a crash and thud as two bodies hit the hall carpet, followed by snarls and a flurry of frantic blows and flailing.

Guy gets up and makes his way across the room and leans laconically out the door. “If you don’t cut that shit out, both of you are getting five laps around the course, work some of that energy off. Portia, what did I tell you about mauling your brother?”

The answer comes in a growl, before Guy’s teenage son smacks the jaguar on the nose. Guy rubs his graying blond hair, and then goes over and scruffs the jaguar by the neck like a bad housecat, baring his own very white teeth. “Okay, that’s it. I don’t care who started it, but both of you, six times around, now. On two feet, not four, and you, lady, put some damn pants on before you go out, because I am on my break and I don’t want to have to shoot anyone for staring at my daughter’s bare ass, okay?”

The big cat does her best to look contrite while dangling on her back legs, licking her chops in the absolute best “I’m sorry, daddy” look that a giant carnivore can manage. Guy lets her down and both teenage boy and cat slink off to do their penance, knowing their father will be watching from the study window.

Guy grimaces, and shakes his head. “Damn kids.” But, well, hell. There’s no doubt at all that they’re his.