witch hazel chapter 3 part 8

witch hazel 

chapter 3 part 8

“Why do I smell like Sigrun?” Diego had the smuggest smile. “Because I hit that. So many times.”

“Are you insane?” Leo growled, getting up in his brother’s face. “Are you trying to get us all killed?”

“Oh chill out man, it’s cool, her man don’t care!” Diego actually laughed. “I stole that pussy fair and square.”

To answer his question, yes, apparently Diego was trying to get them killed.

Pillow fighting. The only acceptable way to beat the crap out of your brother without stressing out your pregnant mate.

Diego has a cat, named Mr. Cat.

For all his imagination and craziness, when stuck with the task of assigning one small furry mammal a name, he drew a complete blank. So for a week he just called him cat. Then decided since he was a posh little fellow, it might as well be Mr. Cat.

Mr. Cat begs for attention a lot.

“Seriously, how are you this stinkin cute?” Diego asked the animal, receiving a stern Mow! in response. 

Mr. Cat wanted a cat tree.

And what Mr. Cat wants, he gets.

“Awww, whozza wittlest fuzzy fuzz face? Whozza cutest?” Diego cooed.

Oh dear god, Mr. Cat wondered what kind of blithering idiot he’d been placed with and wondered if he still had time to file a complaint.

Diego, it’s time for you to get out of the house. Pretty soon there’s going to be cats everywhere and your whole house will smell like a cat box.

Leonardo challenged Benita to a game of chess, since it was a cold and decidedly rainy autumn evening. 

Diego went to the park to perform, figuring it was a fairly nice day and he had a fresh new skin tight suit that was sure to earn him some good tips.Lucky for him there were plenty of people there to witness his ball drop hand stands and other feats of bravery.

Where he positioned himself (and his skin tight spandex’d ass) was directly in front of Sigrun and her husband, the alpha of their pack. Surely that was a coincidence. 

The girls go nuts for the show. One can be heard speculating how his family jewels fit in that outfit, others watch in a fascination that has nothing to do with his ability to act like he’s trapped in an invisible box. 

“God, look at that muscle definition,” Tabitha Roark fans herself.

“Look at the outline of that cock,” her friend stared, wide eyed. “I wonder how big it is- ow!” Tabitha whacked her. “What was that for?”

“I saw him first!”

The men are somewhat less enthusiastic, though Brody seems mildly impressed. Even if its only by the guy’s penis size.

Benita even turned up to watch a little bit, but her smile was strained and she left soon after Diego whipped out swords.

Berenguer, Sigrun’s husband, seems to be catching on that his wife is a little too excited about this nearly naked sword flinging hooligan. 

“Stop cheering for him! He’s an idiot!”

“Whooo! Set them on fire next!” Sigrun cheered.

Berenguer paused. Okay, so maybe she was actually trying to get the dimwit killed.

“So how was your day?” Leonardo asked as he set Benita down at the table to her dinner. His method of cooking happened to be take out but Benita wasn’t complaining. 

“Somewhat terrifying. I saw Diego juggling swords.”

Leonardo choked slightly on his food. “What?” he said. “Oh god. At least its not fire.”

“And for my next act, you have to promise not to tell my brother!” Diego grinned wildly as he pulled out flaming batons.