#kc_necropolis

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And in Firnost, Shiela finds the door to the guest room a certain goat is staying at .She'd know the smell o his Down under bloomers anywhere!

She paces back and forth a bit, sniffing. She growls softly.

At the growl, "Someonee out there?" YUP, it's Caesar' voice

She stands quietly, head cocked.

She paces a bit more, then trots around the corner to walk back, on two legs, as the jillaroo again.

Standing outside the door, she shifts her weight and finally knocks lightly at the door.

The door opens and... Yup, it's Caesar, he's wearing sweat pants and a slightly guilty look, "oh, hi Sheila. How are you?"

"Drunk as Chloe, mate. You, er, you look... yeah, flash as a rat with a gold tooth."

Awkwardly.

A bit the same, "You.. you look pretty good yourself, been too long I think. How how are you?" Yes, it's odd for a man that bag to be that awkward

"Yeah, nah. Flat out like a lizzard drinkin'. Listen, Dunc, met this tosser downstairs, right? Chucked a berko at me, bit of a fruit loop. Didn't know you from a bar of soap, right, but talked some ratshit about your ole mum an' I can't be havin' that so I tossed the tosser, right?"

He takes a moment 'Sec, been awhile since i could trans..." He stops, "Susain was downstairs? She threatened you? Are you okay?" WIthout really thinking bout it, he looks her over and ever strokes fingers along the side of her face as he checks for bruises

"Aw, Dunc, yeah. Fitter 'n Morgan's mule on a Monday, right? She just barney'd at me, no worries. Just wanted to check and make sure your knickers were right."

"My knickers? You know I go commando" He smiles seeing she is okay, then more seriously "Look you need to avoid her. She poisoned me an thinks she loves me, so I can only imagine what she'd do to you..."

On her, the gaping expression looks funny.

"Yeah, she's playing solitaire with a deck of 51" He says

That earns him an impressed look. "Not bad, Dunc!"

"Thanks, stole it from a song"

"It's good to see you? How..how have you been? How are the kids?"

"I figured I'd go after her, right, sort her out? She called me a bloody Drongo....." She trails off. "More like, you know, you're in one or two pieces so she'll be right."

"Hey, stay away from her.. i don't want you hurt" He says then blinks "Unless of course that's exactly what you were saying.... sorry. I'm fine, really. Almost completely healed thanks to the bale"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" He says "I lost a fight, BAD because she drugged me. Apparently trying to get me to retire so we would settle down and i wouldn't take any more risks. But the ribs from the fight are healed, and the bruises almsot all gone. I'd invite you to come in and see for yourself, but that would be a pick up line" A smile

"Yeah, well." She kicks at the floor with her boot. "Wish I'd caught that match."

"Oh? Would have realize what was going and saved me?"

"Nah, barrack for the other guy." She gives him a cheeky grin.

"Ha" A grin back "Missed you"

"Yeah?"

"Yay" He says

"Oi, right? You keep your grapes peeled for that tart, yeah? She doesn't half love yer ole mum, too. Me, nah, she didn't give buggery about it but YEW better be cluey."

"I'll take care of myself, promise" He takes her smalelr hand in his , and kisses her knuckles

"Yeah, right. Already proved ya can't barney." Muttered gruffly.

"Turn my head for a Melbourne Minute an' look at ya."

"Gwan, bruce can't so much drink with the flies while you go walkabout without him having a kangeroos loose in the top paddock moment, that what you saying luv?"

She blinks, flabbergasted.

"I sure HOPE I got that right... and please don't ask me to repeat it. there's only so much search engeine seaches on Ausssie slang can help a bloke with"

A smile

"Yew sure yer not part pooka?"

"Could be 1/13th Goat pooka" He muses

"Nah. Not good looking enough." She reassures him, then shifts in the doorway. "Right, well. You're top stuff. Word to the wise, bob's your uncle, too right, yeah? Watch your backyard for that old boiler, yeah?"

"I will" He nods "And... ah hell with it" He kisses her. If she wants to slap him, he'll take it

She doesn't slap him. She lets the kiss happen.

They part, he glances back at the bedroom then looks at her, "You want to come into my room and count my remaining bruises after all? I've got one that looks a little like Tasmania"

She answers by kissing -him-... gently moving him backwards into the room as she does.

Despite the fact she wouldn't be half his muscular weight if you fed her a donut and soaked her in water, somehow she seems to push him around quite easily, though he does send out a hoof to kick the door closed behind them before he gets ccompletely shoved to the bed... helpless before the onslaught of a Dingo with designs!

(End Scene... or fade to Devouring if you prefer ) 🙂