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Post by Greenie on Mar 17, 2008 19:08:19 GMT -5
[[SPIDEY MADE ME DO IT. ;-;]] Pascha lounged on his bed, not inclined in the slightest to even think about getting up. It was remarkably early in the morning, but his body tended to awake him just after the sun had risen naturally, so he'd learned to sit in a light daze until the rest of the world had awaken as well. Malc was on the bed next to him, but from all indications the sparrow was still asleep--no surprise, he tended to stay in bed a lot later than Pascha generally did. Though he'd been known to surprise the owl occasionally. They were just groggy, incoherent surprises. A light draft from the open window set him shivering, mostly because he'd kicked off the sheets at some point in the night. Pascha frowned at the curtains blowing in the breeze, but quickly found he was far, faar too lazy to actually go close the window.. so cuddled up to Malc and gently nibbled on whatever he could reach.
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 18, 2008 7:22:12 GMT -5
 Malchiah drifted about in his little dreamland. Images flew past him quickly and didn't tell much of a story. But.. it was dreaming nonetheless. A nipping and pressure at his side began to rouse him and he fitfully attempted to roll away. However the bird found he was stuck and was forced to wake up fully, one eye creaking open to find Pascha snuggled firmly against him. Oh yeah. . he grinned with the last night's memories. He moved an arm to tuck around Pascha and gave him a quick squeeze before laughing merrily and nipping back at the owl. "I do still want some feathers left intact you know!" Oh yes. Malc had found the stash of his feathers in the owl's bedroom one night. He had found it mightily amusing, but now he watched the owl when he began to preen him. Stretching, Malc grinned at Pascha with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "You know. . . I've been thinking. . . I need piercings." |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 19, 2008 15:14:34 GMT -5
Pascha idly watched the sparrow's movements out of one eye, a smile forming when he tried to get away but quickly found he was, essentially, pinned between the owl and the wall. Pascha cooed a bit under his breath when he was suddenly grabbed and nibbled on, but could only grin at the comment. "Who needs feathers anyways?" They just ended up falling off in the end.. and all the better for him to collect! It wasn't his fault he'd been raised with stalkerish tendancies..
At the mention of piercings, the owl froze, and blinked up at the sparrow with a curious look. "Piercings..? Why?" And where, he added silently, but wasn't sure he wanted to know the extent of the supposed damage until he had the basic picture.
And by 'damage', he meant 'Malc may never leave the room again afterwords'.
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 19, 2008 15:57:35 GMT -5
"Surely not I!" Malchiah responded with a small grin, his fingers playing with the owls feathers absent mindedly as they spoke. Perhaps he'd have to collect a few for himself. So pristine and white, they really were quit pretty. And the black ones held their own appeal as well. He sighed just a bit as he continued to massage between the feathers and tug at the occasional one gently.
But then he grinned, looking up to meet the other male's eyes. "I'm not sure. . just always wanted to. Found a shop owned by an odd fellow named Mr. Todd when I used to wander. Kept my distance though. He never really did like anyone snooping that didn't have a job or money. But now I have both!" He laughed before leaning forwards to nibble with his beak.
"I just have so many ideas of what I want. Surely, I can't get them all? Bellybutton is a given."
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Post by Greenie on Mar 19, 2008 21:24:29 GMT -5
Pascha closed his eyes and just leaned into what was essentially a massage, though Malc seemed to be far more interested in his feathers, which was strange. Usually Pascha was the one that obsessively played with feathers, but he wasn't going to argue when it felt good.
When the sparrow began talking again he opened his eyes, far too interested in the idea of piercings for his own good. Mr. Todd? Pascha had never heard of him, but he'd only been in the city for all of a few months, so he wasn't any kind of authority on it. "You're a silly bird, trusting your body parts to an 'odd fellow'," Pascha replied with a laugh.
At the mention of bellybutton, his eyes snapped back to Malc's, one eyebrow risen. He brought his hand up to lightly grab the sparrow's beak--and though he caressed it lightly with his thumb, he kept it firmly shut, then said, "If you get a bellybutton ring.." He trailed off and shook his head as if to clear it of an image, "... you would have to wear a shirt to cover it. Always. You just would." It was clear from the pained expression on his face that he'd really rather be imagining something else.
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 26, 2008 11:15:38 GMT -5
Malc continued to play with Pascha's feathers. He was thinking too hard, wondering what to do with his new money and his body. Maybe tattoos? Malchiah wasn't sure but he sure as hell wanted to do lots of stuff with himself. He had never really figured himself to be a body modder but well. .. it was just so damn sexy. And he knew it.
"Yes well, apparently he's the best at what he does if you have the money."
He made a small noise as his beak was suddenly snapped shut by a quick hand. He chortled, making an odd muffled sound at the pained expression on Pasch's face. Oh yes, he'd have to get it for sure now. That was the exact response he had been hoping for.
Maybe an ear, with hoops all up the side? And a nipple? . . Well he wasn't sure on that last one.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 17, 2008 20:51:04 GMT -5
Pascha just stared at him, trying to get his brain to calm down and come back down to reality. Perhaps the more Malc mentioned it, the more likely he would be to not react so strongly. (It was too early in the morning for this..) He contemplated what Malc said, though--and didn't realise his beak, not yet.
"Yes, but if you got a piercing, you would ever never see me, or would never leave this bed." He paused, and thought about it for a moment, "Well, perhaps not this bed specifically, but a bed in general." He then nodded, and shrugged.
After a minute he reluctantly released the sparrow's beak, but purposefully threaded his hand through Malc's feathers until it was resting on his shoulder lovingly.. but also able to snap the beak back shut quickly if it were necessary. Pascha eyed the larger bird, an eyebrow raised expectantly--he was pretty much waiting for Malc to say something that would make him grab his beak again.
... or have to run off the bed and take a cold shower and not come back for a while.
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Post by Spiderfly on Apr 17, 2008 21:59:37 GMT -5
Malc tried to say something before realizing there was still a hand clamped firmly over his beak. His eyes twinkled a little though as he watched the tortured expression on Pasch's face.
He laughed beneath the clamp on his beak. Oh what a wonderful prospect that was, forever in bed. Though why Pasch still didn't get the fact that floors, and countertops, and tables and walls could be just as much fun was still beyond him. Perhaps something he'd prove tonight, oh yes. He smiled slowly as that hand finally released him and said nothing for a minute, just staring at Pascha with a grin.
"You know I should probably just go and get everything pierced." He raise an eyebrow teasingly. "To cover all my bases. Shiny. . . everywhere." Now for the reaction, the best part. He watched the Owl's face carefully, more than happy to fix any 'problem' he caused with that statement.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 17, 2008 22:22:07 GMT -5
Pascha poked at him when he saw the sneaky, sly grin appearing on his face, and pulled on a feather in warning, but he didn't break the silence first.
Of course, he was completely ignored, and Malc had to go and put even more ideas into his head. He immediately cringed and ducked his head into Malc's chest in order to groan loudly. The hand that been resting in the sparrow's feather began beating on what part of Malc's chest wasn't currently inhabited by the owl, albeit lightly. "You are evil. EVIL." He finally said, then put both of his hands on Malc's chest and propelled himself off of the bed and onto the floor, where he slid around until he was sitting up, and facing away from the sparrow.
"Sweet suits, Malc!" He managed to get out as he tried to breathe through the image.
Apparently Pascha liked piercings. Really liked piercings. A bit too much, actually.
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Post by Spiderfly on Apr 17, 2008 22:43:26 GMT -5
Poking? Oh yes, he was hitting a nerve and he loved it. Pascha only poked in warning. Or teasing. Perhaps this was a bit of both.
Malc burst out laughing as Pascha suddenly dive-bombed into his chest. An arm flung itself around the smaller males back lovingly and his laughed OOFED as Pascha pounded against his chest. The slight pain was fine, if somewhat horribly amusing. It was not Malc's fault that Pasch was obsessive and addicted to shiny, though it was his fault he was abusing that knowledge.
"Only a little evil?" He said innocently. His voice abruptly cut off, surprised when the owl suddenly sat up and promptly flew off the bed. What was? OH! .. Really, that much of a reaction eh?
"Oh but, we could do things so much sweeter than suits." Malc snickered before slithering off the bed to slide in behind his companion, letting his hands dance lightly over the downy white feathers. "Sooo much more" He whispered. This was just too much fun.
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