Alexander P. Summers ]] OBERON (noblebear) wrote in x_emplary, @ 2008-03-04 13:41:00 |
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So Scott was still in the dog house, or, you know, he was still housed in his wolf form, much to Alex's amusement. It wasn't difficult to see that Scott was a little more than annoyed with his situation, but the only thing he could do about it right now was growl. Later, when he was all healed up, Alex knew very well, that those growls could turn into chasing and mauling, but it wasn't something he was going to worry about. He'd just heal, even if his brother had rabies! This is why the younger Summers brother didn't hesitate in his actions. He thought he would do something nice for Scott, since, you know, brothers do do that kind of thing every now and then. It was about lunch time now, so he thought it'd be especially thoughtful of him to make a kibble-free meal for his brother. A doggie version of hamburger helper - edible for humans as much as mans best friend, but nothing he'd eat on purpose or because he wanted to. He had to take some time to remember if Scott liked peas or not, but in the end he didn't really care. He made him lunch! And it was piled high in a dish just for him! Bright blue, with "Scott" scrawled across the front in a chalkboard-like font. "Scott!" He called his brother just once. Wherever he was, he knew he'd probably hear him. Taking the filled dish into the dining room, he set it up on the table - there was no need to further dehumanize him! Next to it he set the matching water dish before going back into the kitchen to get his own food. Scott better be grateful! Scott wasn't very far away as it was, having been sitting just outside on the back porch. He'd smelled both the meat and Alex, but assumed that Alex was just making himself something. Avoiding Alex was almost always for the best anyway when Scott was already annoyed with life. He wasn't feeling his best at the moment, what with the broken leg and his non human status at the moment. Ororo was pretty much the only person he could speak with, though Alex wasn't half bad at interpreting things. It was perhaps best that Alex called out his name when he did. Sitting on the porch and brooding wasn't exactly healthy, even if he did enjoy it. His ears perked up when he heard his name called and slowly he lifted himself up, leaning heavily on his three good legs as he nudged open the screen door with his nose and then limped back into the mansion. Scott trotted through the kitchen, stopping a few times to sniff around the bottom of the stove and counters where he could smell the remnants of meat and other food. His mouth watered a bit as he continued on to Alex. He found the dining room easily and almost immediately found what was waiting for him. Scott wasn't quite sure whether to be completely pissed off, or somewhat amused. Out of pure principle, Scott refused to jump up into the chair immediately, even though the smell of the meat was quite tempting. He stared at Alex instead, leveling him with a wolfish glare and looking from the bowls atop the table back to his brother. Personalized bowls? Didn't Alex have a job? Things to do that didn't involve wolf-themed pranks? Alex had made himself a cheeseburger. Because they're delicious. He'd started eating it by the time Scott made his way to the dining room, so he really wasn't all that worried about the look his brother was giving him. He raised his brow, though, when he noticed he was being eyeballed, and set his sandwich on his plate. "What?" He hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't a prank! There was nothing bad in the food, nothing was going to happen to him if he ate. He'd just fixed a nice, healthy meal for his brother, and what kind of thanks does he get? Suspicion. Well that's real nice, Scott. Really. "Is there something wrong?" He glanced to the two bowls sitting on the table. "Do you need help up to the chair?" He asked, pointing to the seat. "Or would have preferred poultry? I guess I could find someone else to give this to." He wasn't sure how much of the Scott got, but still. If he wasn't going to eat the fantastic meal he'd just spent time preparing for him, he was sure he could find another puppy somewhere that needed a good meal. Well, in truth, he might have needed a bit of help up into the chair, but Scott wasn't going to admit that. With four good legs, he could have simply hopped up into the chair easily, but with the broken back leg it was going to take a bit more effort. He would not have preferred poultry, to be honest. Beef was perfect for his stomach. Raw venison would have been better, but as long as he was incapable of hunting (which, rather sadly, he was) he couldn't complain about the lack of deer meat and blood in his diet. He huffed at Alex underneath his breath before crouching and bouncing up onto the chair. Clambering into a proper sitting position was a bit undignified, but finally he'd placed his broken leg in a comfortable position and was sitting in the chair. The upholstery and wood were going to take a bit of a beating. Scott lowered his nose to the first bowl of meat and sniffed at it. It was indeed the same thing he'd smelled in the kitchen. He looked back up at Alex and gave him the doggy version of a raised eyebrow before tentatively taking a bite. He placed both front paws on the table in order to easily balance and to gesture to the bowls. He couldn't help but wonder if they were the product of Alex's own artistic 'talent'. He did his best not to smirk as he watched Scott get himself up onto the chair. There's nothing wrong with asking for a little help, Scott. Nothing wrong, at all. He would've been glad to help his brother, but obviously, Scott didn't want the help, and, to be honest, Alex would've been just as stubborn if he were in the same situation, but he wasn't, so he got to judge. And Scott was going to be happy with what he got. This wasn't a God damn slaughter house. And venison is too gamey, so he would have to settle for the deliciousness that was already sitting in front of him. Onion free and everything, so his big brother wouldn't get any tummy aches! Noticing the incredulous look his brother was trying to give him, Alex just smirked at himself and went back to his own meal. After chewing and swallowing and having his drink to wash it down, he leaned back in his seat and did his best not to grin. "I got them at the pet store," he announced proudly. "They were all too happy to personalize it for you!" I'm sure they were, Scott thought to himself, resisting the urge to glare. Too much glaring and growling already had him on Jean's badside. He supposed he didn't really want to be on Alex's. No matter how much he might have wanted to give him a good bite on the arm. And a good bite on the arm would have really done him well, he thought. Several, even, since he healed so easily and you really had to make the lesson sink in. He nudged the bowl around, taking in the bright blueness and the giant 'SCOTT' of it all. Alex had a way of being absolutely annoying, but making you feel guilty about being annoyed. Admittedly, making him food was a nice thing to do. And technically the bowl was... helpful. Scott sighed internally before opening his mouth and going the warm meat. He knew he wouldn't like it once it was cold. His stomach was funny like that. It wasn't that cold meat wouldn't go down, it just lacked something, and since this meal was already lacking in blood the heat was essential. That way, at least, it was almost like he'd killed it himself. He tasted it tentatively before taking bigger swallows. It actually didn't suck, Scott had to admit. |