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Post by Shinigami on Jan 29, 2009 14:13:24 GMT -5
He chirped happily at the warm touch, nuzzling back with a pleased little smile on his face. That smile, however, dropped like a rock when Mo's posture and attitude changed, worry and anxiety coming to life full force as he stared at the hybrid, distressed.
"W-what? No! Why would you think that?" His eyes were wide, and he promptly curled around Mo closely, rubbing their cheeks together and hugging him. "I would love anything you gave me, Mo." A moment's pause, and a lifetime of living with his family had him sheepishly adding, "Well, almost anything. Some stuff's just silly."
"But really, Mo," he added, dropping his head down to peer up at the Lowlander. "Why wouldn't I adore this?" He didn't want Mo thinking something silly like that; it was absolutely ridiculous. The thought that some people might have been offended or disturbed by the gift of something like a collar, as if they were a pet, never crossed his mind. The odd family situation he'd grown up in ensured that it was never really a problem - he was a rather adaptable sort, at least when it came to situations. Compliments he was still working on.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 29, 2009 17:59:08 GMT -5
The little chirping noises were rather endearing and made it just a little harder to put on the pouty act, but he pulled it off none the less. He was promptly rewarded for it as well in the form of a snugly otter curled around him and it took everything he had not to start grinning again. Actually, one corner of his maw twitched upward a bit with the effort ...
I've just ... never given a gift with ... thought behind it to, well, someone I care about. Or ... anyone really. I was just ... a little nervous I guess.
He couldn't keep that toothy grin off his face any longer and it spread over his muzzle as he curled his tail around the otter once again. He arched his neck and dipped his head down to place a sweet little kiss on his Torquehelm's forehead, glancing briefly at the other boy's door.
Aphasia ... what if I told you I had another gift for you? |
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 29, 2009 19:03:48 GMT -5
He made a distressed noise and tried to press himself closer, tense and worried. Oh, why was he feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden? This wasn't like his Mo, who was brave and brash and knew exactly what he was doing at all times. He had to reassure him, because he hated seeing and hearing that self-doubt, especially on his dear friend's face. More-than-friend's face. Boyfriend? That was the term, supposedly. Mama Quinn said "obsession" while Mama Vessie called her "nuisance." But that had nothing to do with the situation at hand, and he pulled himself back to it.
"Well, I've never gotten a better gift from anyone, so don't you worry," he said, doing his best to reassure him. He wasn't the greatest at it, but he tried gamely anyways. He relaxed as his words seemed to take effect and Mo was back to curling his tail around him, which he'd always enjoyed, and he closed his eyes with another pleased chirp at the kiss to his forehead. At the question, however, he blinked up at him, confused and rather startled.
"Another gift? Mo, you...you really didn't have to. I mean, this is more than enough for me..."
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 20, 2009 15:37:30 GMT -5
For reaching 101 posts, you receive the following prize!
Blue Harp String: This small, coiled string looks as though it probably came from a Villa harp. It's tough and thin and wraps easily around the paws or fingers. It tingles a bit when touched...I wonder if it's magical?
~Nathalia
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Post by Kitty on Apr 11, 2010 14:34:39 GMT -5
Morpheus crept his way through the outer area of the Court of Spades just as he'd done a thousand times over, only this time he was terribly curious. Aphasia had sent for him this time, telling him he had news ... it had to be something terribly big to the otter since ... well, Mo couldn't remember a time when Aph had actually gone out of his way to request his presence since he'd moved out of the palace. The otter was terribly good about his coming and going as he pleased, not that he normally stayed away too long. Well, he'd been away fairly long this time but he was enjoying his new siblings now that they did more then cry and fuss. He liked keeping Boston company, cynical as the young boy was. He had a soft spot under all that grit though, just like their mother.
The weasel mix floated up to the same window he'd gone to many nights before and tapped his claws against the window, his usual warning, and slipped inside. He curled his ribbon adorned tail up curiously ... what sort of news could this be?! |
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