merry rexmas.

[disasdeer]

➥ Who: Louis & others.
➥ When: Throughout December.
➥ Where All over, anywhere....etc. So descriptive, right? ;)
➥ What: Catch-all for December Quests, TDM Prompts, etc.
➥ Warnings: Pure idiocy

This features both open and closed prompts for December. If you'd like a closed prompt, please hit me up at agalio or Undercuts#6759.

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[casaposa]

[That's it.

That's it.

On some base level, Caesar understands he may have been the one who started this. It began with a taunt-one that was instantly matched by this deer and now it's come to this again and again. This toe to toe is something he's inherently used to-something he almost misses, but he can't let him win.

The guy stomps on his foot with far more force than he expects. Maybe it's the hooves? Does he have hooves under the shoe? Does it matter when his weapon of choice is the prosthetic foot?

The point is it hurts-it coats his mind like a thin blanket of gasoline over flames.

He's not bulky enough to punch, which is his modus operandi for this situation. Caesar would probably break a rib-something this guy deserves, but he's not sure how forgiving Suzi would be if he dragged some skinny deer child back to her apartment with a reluctant plea to heal him.

Whatever. He's mature. He can handle a smug asshole like this. He can rise above it by-

Scooping a pile of snow in his hand and shoving it directly into his face.]

[disasdeer]

[ His -- face. Louis immediately still in frustration, annoyance, anger. Oh, he's mad. Louis' pleasant face, small body, and almost fragile looking form hide a deep seated frustration and anger - not always at the person before him, but at his own physical limits.

This -- this idiot! How dare he? Who does he think he is where he has the sort of ability to shove things like snow in Louis' face. He has no right to be upset with Louis taking action against him. He deserves it.

As the snow falls from his face, he shakes his head a little to rid his fur of the remaining chunks of snow. Which is too late, most of it has melted within only a few seconds of touching him. And he lets out an irritated huff.

This is a situation where if it were two years ago, he would have pulled a gun on the offender, and made them beg for forgiveness. He's grown a lot since then.

...Okay, so he's grown a little since then. ]

How dare you.

[ He squats down and scoops up what equates to an armful of snow, and shifts, turning to drop all of what he has on Caesar's nearly completed works of...well, art. ]

[casaposa]

[Is this the pettiest fight he's ever been involved in? Arguably. Does that mean he's going to back down? Absolutely not.

As an all too smug laugh escapes his lips at the sight of this snow drenched deer getting exactly what he deserves-

There's a counterattack and suddenly his home-well, not his. Someone's home is buried in mini-avalanche of this wintery mix and he's not happy? Not one bit. Even trying to wave his hand over the 'roof' to dust off the spread does nothing.

And you know what?

He's not going to let sleeping deer lie. Screw this guy!

Caesar, abruptly and without warning, grabs his arm, if he doesn't move away, and try to jerk him forward into a nearby pile of snow. Get wrecked!!!]