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Post by The Jenn on May 20, 2009 16:59:46 GMT -5
Felaria caught sight of something disappearing beneath his vest when she entered the room. It looked like something he'd been reading, but she didn't have a clue as to what exactly it was. After they finished the meal and she settled her granddaddy with a smoke and a deck of cards, she followed him back to his room and leaned against the door to close it.
She had some inkling of how to seduce a man from the swamps, but she had a feeling that the little she knew wouldn't get her very far with Harold. For one thing, he probably wouldn't know what a 'mugwamp' was. For another, he was just... different. Better, in a way. So she had to figure out something else to get the hint across that this fifteen year old biped was more than interested and could she please hold his hand and pet his hair and give him a squeeze?
He was without a doubt the most 'intellectual' person she'd ever met and he seemed to take pride in it. Maybe that was a good lead-in. "If you don' mind my askin'," she said slowly, pushing herself off from the door and moving to sit at the far end of his bed, "what was that you were readin' before dinner?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 20, 2009 20:36:50 GMT -5
(( OOC: *huggles you* <3333 ))
Harold could hardly protest as he was followed. Having the company of Felaria was far better than being melancholy about not having a path in life and never being able to see "home." Her voice broke the silence, causing him to jump slightly.
Oh, so she saw the book.
"Nothing much. There just notes I used to take. It's really just a journal filled with my sarcastic observations and comments," he said pulling the little book out of his vest. "The last one I managed to write up was a miniature travel guide to my region. Your welcome to read it if you like."
He offered the the book with a smile. Maybe she'd get a kick out of it... but then again he had no idea what she really liked or didn't like. There was a gap in culture, a gap in age, and a gap in just about everything. Of course that made things interesting... difficult but interesting.
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Post by The Jenn on May 24, 2009 22:04:05 GMT -5
Felaria tried not to fidget with self-conscious nerves, telling herself there was no reason to be nervous. The man was in her house, eating her food, and looking gorgeous in one of her beds. It was fine. Really.
She tugged absently at a strand of her mane and smiled at him as he offered the book. It looked more shy than her previous expressions no matter how she tried to help it. "Thanks," she replied, taking the book and flicking it open. "Maybe I'll get to visit there someday. I won't be in the swamp forever, that's for sure, an' I'm lookin' forward to traveling." The man had lovely handwriting too. Was there anything about him that wasn't polished?
...besides his pretty hair when it got all frizzed from the humidity, and his monocle when he jumped and jittered, and his vest when she tugged on it. Her muzzle twitched into a less shy smile and she flipped through a page or two. "D'you suppose you'll ever go back there? Your home, I mean? Seems after everythin' you said an' wrote, it wasn't much of a home to begin with. Where d'you wanna end up?" Maybe she could follow him...
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 24, 2009 22:31:37 GMT -5
Harold noted the smile. It was kind of adorable to watch. When was the last time he had seen a girl smile like that...?
He snapped out of the thought when she brought the subject back to him. Oh no. The thought of going back to Esterberry as "home." He shifted his weight for a moment. "Despite the sarcasm, it is a nice place to visit for short periods of time. It wasn't as bad when I was just a kid and didn't know anything else. After leaving for a while all the things people did to second guess me and prove the were better got old fast."
He refrained from sighing. "I haven't been many places besides my own region, the city and the Court of Clubs. I trusted my so called friend to help me find a place that I really could call home. Instead I ended up left for dead." He glanced at her shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound depressing."
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 14, 2009 13:21:27 GMT -5
Felaria made a face and settled closer to him on the bed while he talked, slinging one arm around behind him and then slowly inching it so that she could hold on around the back of his middle. Smooth, right? She wasn't sure. It felt good, though, and she could stop a small, pleased sigh from escaping. "Sounds like the place is full of sons a' bitches, yerself not bunched in with 'em. You seem a hell of a lot nicer 'n that. Haven't even waved your schoolin' in my face once." If he had, boy, that'd have been an unpleasant wake-up call for her.
"You ain't depressin'. Just makin' me glad I ain't been there, an' I don't plan on it anytime soon. No, you don't deserve all that shit what's been piled on your plate. You're too nice for that. Been nothin' but sweet while you been here, even polite to family when they're bein' a pain in the ass. Much better company than any of 'em deserve."
Did she dare? Yeah she did.
A warm, dry rat nose pressed against his neck as her arm tightened around his waist. No running, and if he had a problem, she would talk her way through or around it. Her tail curled happily.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 3, 2009 13:32:29 GMT -5
A look of confusion graced Harold's face as he tried to process what exactly was happening. He didn't protest, mostly because of the utter confusion. Wasn't the man supposed to put the moves on the woman? Not like gender roles meant a lot in the first place, but there was the tiny bit of pride most mean held.
But he wasn't exactly most men, was he?
But he had to say something right? She was "just a kid."
And then she pressed closer. Was he uncomfortable? Not... really. Maybe he should protest for the sake of morals... but they hadn't really helped him all that much, had they?
"You know, normally the man is the one to put the moves on the woman. I'm sure you don't particularly care but I just thought I'd let you know," He grinned. That was all he could manage to do at this point. Laughing just didn't seem appropriate.
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 27, 2009 19:02:39 GMT -5
Felaria had a million and one arguments ready for the 'just a kid' line. She'd been up nights thinking about arguments to that one. She was fifteen, for the love of peat moss. She knew girls with two litters of kids at her age! Plenty old enough to decide she had the hots for an utterly irresistible human man who'd pretty much landed in her lap.
Or, y'know, been tied helpless to a tree.
That kept getting hotter the more she thought about it. Sad but true. She hid a grin against his neck, though he could probably see the edges of it. He was grinning too, wasn't he? Was that one of those nervous bullshit grins, or an actual grin because she was a cutie and slowly pressing herself up against him? She decided it didn't matter, for all intents and purposes. It was a grin. She'd take it as a good sign.
"Yeeeah, an' normally the woman's the hot one an' the guy's tryin' to woo her. Or somethin' like that. We can play it in reverse for a little while. Yeah? You mind any?" Her other arm had slowly worked its way around his front and now she had him in a legitimate embrace, if an awkward one with her nose on his neck. She pushed it closer and pet at the fabric of his vest a little. "Damn but your clothes is nice. Just like you." She hesitated for just a second and then licked at his neck, while her arms remained securely in place. It would probably tickle. She wanted to feel a wiggle, she really did.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 7, 2009 14:32:13 GMT -5
It was impossible not to laugh. Harold wasn't normally someone who laughed, in fact it had probably been years since he had honestly found something funny enough to even chuckle properly. But for whatever reason, she made him laugh however brief it was.
"I don't mind at all," he said as she drew closer. Actually embracing him now he shifted a bit to accommodate. In all honesty he never would have expected this to happen to him in a million years. It seemed very surrealistic, but then again he had been dumped in the swamp by someone he had assumed to be his friend.
He watched with mild amusement as she complimented his clothing. He opened his mouth to respond only to find that his neck had been licked. A surprised sound escaped him at the tickling sensation as he tried to move away. "That's not fair. I can't tickle you back!" he said rather lamely.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 19, 2009 18:47:22 GMT -5
Oh, and listen to that shy little sound squeaking its way out of him! Felaria felt sure that was his laugh and she delighted in it. She had amused him. She was doing this whole thing right, even if she had barely any idea what she was doing at all. That did a number for her self esteem and her grin pulled back further on her muzzle against his neck and shoulder.
She stared at nothing for a second when he spoke up and then pulled her head back, looking up at him with an expression akin to a kid being promised the candy store. The wiggle against her hadn't hurt, it really hadn't. Sexy, sexy human. Her arms remained around him, but they loosened and shifted. "Oh, hey now, you can tickle wherever you want. Promise." Her smile said cheeky, but her eyes said 'anything but innocent' loud and clear.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 21, 2009 10:57:44 GMT -5
Harold's face broke out into a rather goofy smile when she loosened her grip. What she was saying could have easily made him laugh again. But of course that would have been rather rude at a time like this. She was being serious to some degree, and he was too.
It was just very hard not to laugh. Which said a lot.
"Don't promise before you know what you're getting into," He said in a playful tone. "It might be more than you bargained for." His smile evened out a bit as he leaned forward, giving her a light kiss on the nose.
Maybe this was going a bit too fast? Then again, what was fast when it came down to it? He had spent his entire life in the Court being miserable. He had quite a bit of time to make up for, so might as well live life in the moment.
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