Vulpe.
Vulpe crossed her legs beneath her, tail flipping from side to side to amuse the fuzzles as she started her laptop up. She browsed through some sites, then decided to check her emails.
She pursed her lips slightly as she saw one was from Jono.
TO: foxxy_lady_italia@hotmail.com
FROM: goth_basement_of_chamber@hotmail.com
Hey foxness,
Just writing in a general way. Oh, and to rage. Vent. Like I do so
often because my life just f*cking keeps getting better and better.
So, I'm back in everyone's mind's eyes. With the pity and the god I
hate them. I don't want no one's sodding pity, and I can't block
them out of my head when they're all thinking at me and about me.
So, what's got me so pissed off, I'm betting you're asking yourself?
Oh, easy to answer while I sink into my general bitter rage at life.
Bloody Cajun thief with his red eyes and the charming, I'm so
f*cking gallant and handsome manner. Yeah, hate him. Slept with my
girlfriend, didn't he? If she wasn't over him, she should have said.
I mean, I can see why she;d want him over me. Look at me. Bandaged
freak, can't even talk, can't kiss her, can't go out in public
without people looking. He'd probably be better for her anyway. I
still hate him though. I'm sorry, Fox. I know he's your friend, but
I needed somewhere to talk this out.
Catch you on the dark side of the moon
Jono.
~*~*~*~I used to have something inside. Now just this hole it's open wide. Used to want it all. I used to be somebody... - NIN~*~*~*~
Vulpe's eyes opened wide as she finished Jonothon's e-mail. She was seething.
He...that...AHHHHHH! How dare he!
She stomped off, boots thumping on the ground and tail swishing angrily.
"Voi bastardi, Gambit! AH! Jono! Mio Dio! You slept with his girl, voi figlio di una femmina!" (You bastard, you son of a bitch)
She started looking for something to throw.
Gambit
Gambit glanced quickly at Vulpe.
He was getting the slight impression she was mad.
Just like everyone else.
"Uhh, Vulpe..."
Vulpe.
Vulpe's eyes were burning.
"Stronzo di merda! I can not believe yo did that! Can men not think with their belinos? Just want to get there first, be her sverginare? If you needed a scopata, go find a buona donna, that's usually what they're for, vio cazzo! Per carità!" (F&cking bastard, dicks, the one to deflower her, a f*ck, a whore, you dick, for pity's sake!)
Vulpe glanced around, looking for a vase or plate or something she could throw.
"DIO! Devo gettare qualcosa voi che non sono una lama!" (I need to throw something at you that's not a knife!)
Gambit
Gambit stood and started to back off.
"Did it ever occur to yo' even fo' a moment dat I might..." he paused for a moment, not quite believing that he was about to say the next words aloud. "dat I might actually have... have feelings fo' Rogue? Dat I'm not t'inking with my dick, as yo' put it?"
Vulpe.
Vulpe literally snarled at him, fangs shining in her pointed mouth.
"If yo weren't being led by your dick, then you would have waited until she ended it wit' Jono! Yo hurt him so bad!"
She walked up and poked him in the chest with her finger.
"Yo know what he wrote to me?! That she was probably better off wit' yo since yo have a mouth, and yo'r whole! Since he's just a freak who can't do normal things wit' her without people staring at him! AI!"
She ran her fingers through her hair and spotted a vase. She went for it and then threw it at his head.
"Minchione!" (Idiot)
Gambit
Gambit lifted his hand to shield his face from the vase. It crashed on the floor and broke into serveral large pieces.
"Well, I'm sorry he go' hurt. And I'm sorry dat Dem go' hurt too. But I have enough people trying to kill me fo' sleepin' wit' Rogue wit'out adding yo' to da list."
Vulpe.
"And yo wonder why I said you were thinking with your dick!"
Vulpe's lip were drawn back tightly from her teeth and she looked almost crazed, eyes lit with an eerie fire. Her tail didn't keep still, flicking and swaying with rage.
"Ah, I won't kill yo. I like your papa. I'll go kill that, that mignotta!" (Whore, slut)
She whirled, hands already going for her knives.
Gambit
"No, don'!" Gambit objected. "Leave Rogue alone!"
He moved towards her, arms outstretched.
Vulpe.
Vulpe ignored him except to dodge and headed for the door.
"Vaffanculo! I'm giong to slit her throat, la puttana!" (F*ck off! the whore)
Gambit
"Vulpe, no!"
Gambit ran after her in an attempt to get to the door before her.
"Vuple, yes we shoul' 'ave waited. But we didn' and killing Rogue isn't going ta accomplish anyt'ing."
Vulpe.
"Make me feel better, vio coglione!" (you idiot)
Vulpe cracked her knuckles and debated about grabbing the flowing robes she usually wore to cover herself. Mmm, take too long and he could trip her up in them. She started to open the door.
Gambit
"Okay well, would it make yo' feel better if I completely agreed wit' yo' and took all da blame for yo' friend's pain on myself?" Gambit asked, almost sarcastically.
He moved around her and put his hand on the door, pulling it shut.
Vulpe.
"Per'aps you've heard of this little thing called vendetta?" Vulpe snarled, tugging at the door handle.
"I want to *hurt* her. Hurt you later."
She growled as the door stayed stubbornly shut under Gambit's hand.
"Ah, you're so irritating! You damn Cajun!"
Gambit
"T'ank yo'," Gambit grinned. "I 'ave my moments. And if yo' ask me, while a vendetta against a certain Italian family may be productive, a vendetta against Rogue is not. If yo' ask me - and yo' probably won', it sounds like Jono has some deep seeded insecurity issues of his own. Killing Rogue isn't going to help him. Isn't going to help anyone, but yo'."
Vulpe
"Mio Dio!"
Vulpe turned and stomped away from the door.
"What am I, a straight or a thief? Don' need no damn door."
She was still mad but calming down. The almost constant stream of Italian profanity continued however.
Gambit
Gambit gave a sigh of relief as Vulpe moved away from the door.
"C'mon, why don' we watch Mission Impossible and laugh at all deir mistakes?" he suggested.
Vulpe
"Yo tryin' to distract me," Vulpe said.
"Ah..."
She thought for a moment, then nodded, returning her knives to their sheathes.
"Si. Americans, what do they know? Hollywood has a lot to answer for."
Gambit
Gambit grinned as he headed for the video/DVD rack.
"Yes, yes dey do," He agreed.
He selected Mission Impossible, set it up and settled down to watch.
Vulpe
Vulpe curled up on the other end of the couch, tail settling around her feet.
Ok, she wouldn't kill either one of them right now.