Courtney was the first one to notice the smell. Aloysius, who lived mostly in the upper floors, just shrugged when her parents brought it up. "We live next to the woods. Animals are bound to wander over once in a while, and even most of the house goblins don't want to tangle with a skunk." He said it might wander off on it's own by night, but the next morning the smell was still there. It came up through the vents, but when Courtney scoured the basement (carefully) she couldn't find it. After her fruitless search she went upstairs to ask Fisher what he thought. She found him asleep on her pillow. He stank. "Oh... my god... Fish what have you been up to?!?" He opened his one good eye, and grunted. "Bastard's on my turf." She felt a little bad for giving him a bath in tomato juice, and he refused to speak to her afterward, just skulked away looking faintly lavender. The next morning the smell still permeated the basement and kitchen, and Fisher tried to sleep on her laptop, and left it reeking. When she gave him another bath he bit her, not hard enough to draw blood, but still. "I'm gonna kill 'im! 'S for all of you, ya know! I ain't doing this for my health!" He sulked the rest of the day, and slept. The next morning as soon as Courtney stepped out of her bedroom she could hear the fight. She raced downstairs barefoot to see a tangle of fur whirling through the kitchen. They bashed into a table leg, and the skunk sprayed everywhere, thrashing with Fisher's teeth in its neck. She backed up while her parents came thundering down to the noise and smell. By the time they all got a good look at the scene, the thing was giving a last spasmic kick. Fisher sat back, scratched, bleeding and dripping. "Got 'im!"
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Date: Jan. 31st, 2010 07:41 pm (UTC)He said it might wander off on it's own by night, but the next morning the smell was still there. It came up through the vents, but when Courtney scoured the basement (carefully) she couldn't find it. After her fruitless search she went upstairs to ask Fisher what he thought. She found him asleep on her pillow. He stank.
"Oh... my god... Fish what have you been up to?!?"
He opened his one good eye, and grunted. "Bastard's on my turf."
She felt a little bad for giving him a bath in tomato juice, and he refused to speak to her afterward, just skulked away looking faintly lavender.
The next morning the smell still permeated the basement and kitchen, and Fisher tried to sleep on her laptop, and left it reeking. When she gave him another bath he bit her, not hard enough to draw blood, but still. "I'm gonna kill 'im! 'S for all of you, ya know! I ain't doing this for my health!"
He sulked the rest of the day, and slept.
The next morning as soon as Courtney stepped out of her bedroom she could hear the fight. She raced downstairs barefoot to see a tangle of fur whirling through the kitchen. They bashed into a table leg, and the skunk sprayed everywhere, thrashing with Fisher's teeth in its neck. She backed up while her parents came thundering down to the noise and smell. By the time they all got a good look at the scene, the thing was giving a last spasmic kick. Fisher sat back, scratched, bleeding and dripping. "Got 'im!"