(No one ever commented about
'dis here character in the MAC thread, so I'm assuming it's ok...or something?)
Rufus sat in his machine shop back home, happy that for once, his parents off doing...whatever it is that old fogey nekojin do. He was happy for them to be off somewhere else...it gave him the opportunity to be alone and tinker with his machines, instead of listening to his father's war stories. He looked towards the watch that he was currently working on (as opposed to the dozens of other half finished "projects" he had lying about the room), and realized that he left his jewelers screwdrivers over by the door. He got up, and carefully maneuvered around the mess on the floor to where they lay...however, once he began to
pick up said tools, the door slammed open throwing him against a large crate containing various mechanical apparatus, on his head, looking none to comfortable.
Rufus's father scrambled excitedly through the door. "Heyheyhey! I can't believe you haven't seen this yet!" the aged nekojin exclaimed, waving a piece of paper frantically through the air. "This here letter, from the Doman Military Alliance! =@_____@"=
Rufus uprighted himself and dusted himself off. "...huh? Who's it addressed to? =o.O="
"You, o' course!"
"...so your reading my mail now?"
"Hey! It's only because you took so long to get to it! I mean, it must have been out there for two or so hours!"
"...um...WHAT?!" Rufus retorted, somewhat startled. "You expect me to know that there's mail after only
two hours?!"
"Yup! =^__^=" responded his father. "'specially when it's from the DMA!"
"But...but..." Rufus paused for a moment.
Gah...no point in arguing with him when he's like this... "Anyhow...can I read, maybe?"
In response to this, his father grabbed him by his leg, upturning him and began to drag him along back towards their home. "Not the point! Come on, you best get packing!"
"But...but...what does it saaaaaay?! @_@"
Ignoring Rufus completely, his father continued dragging him towards their home, not intending to let Rufus miss this opportunity...