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Post by Greenie on Apr 17, 2008 22:54:58 GMT -5
"Did I say little?" Pascha said, a little exasperated, "I meant a lot. Very. Much. Greatly." While his voice had started out as a bit of a yell, it quickly descended into an incoherent mutter, mostly because he realised that Malc was.. following him. Great. As if he couldn't think as it was.
He shivered involuntarily when he felt the sparrow slid behind him and wrapped his arms around him, and the owl covered Malc's arms with his own and leaned back into him. "I wasn't aware that suits were.." he dropped off, finally recovering fully, and nipped at what he could reach of Malc's neck. ".. sweet." He then snickered and then paused in consideration. "If you're going to torture me with piercings, I'm going to have to find something to torture you with.."
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Post by Spiderfly on Apr 17, 2008 23:05:26 GMT -5
Malchiah fake pouted a little, well no. . a lot. "I'm not evil!" He said indignantly, but still, the grin never once left his face. His hands danced more, playing through feathers all along the white male's body. They dipped beneath the down to play at the skin beneath before ruffling through the top layer again. Dipping and playing, and dancing.
He made a small noise and shuddered against Pascha as the smaller bird shivered. Malc's beak dipped forwards to preen at Pasch's neck again. "So. . . very sweet." He pulled at a feather gently before moving on, cooing when the owl's beak found it's way back to nip at him. His hands dipped down lower, trailing just above more sensitive parts.
"Oh? You know it doesn't take much for me. Though. .I don't really obsess like you do love." He stopped and went still for a second. He hadn't used that word with anyone except one person. It felt odd, but okay. But still, it did feel odd to say it and was something Pascha probably wouldn't hear often again. His hands moved again, making his brain coo with the thought of what fun they could have this afternoon.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 17, 2008 23:22:12 GMT -5
Pascha missed the pout due to facing the wrong direction, but that was likely all for the best anyways. "You can't deny being evil after what you just put me through." He stated firmly, with a head shake for extra emphasis, but the effect was somewhat construed due to the fact that Malc wouldn't stop running his hands.. everywhere. Pascha was indignant in the lack of fairness that his current position presented--he was essentially sitting on (in?) Malc's lap, which left him little room to maneuver, especially since the sparrow's arms were wrapped around him rather firmly.
He could muscle his way out.. but he didn't really want to.
"Sweet?" He managed to question, having mostly forgotten what the original subject that had to do with sweetness was. "You are being mean, not sweet!" Almost directly after Malc's hands wandered rather far down, Pascha grabbed his hands and placed them farther up on the owl's body. 'Twas a bit too soon for that.
The Tulgey snickered a bit at his words, but frowned when he felt the sparrow stiffen unexpectantly, and replayed Malc's words in his mind. Love? was that what it was? Pascha hadn't thought about it and had no intention of thinking about it anytime soon, so shrugged and moved on. "True, but rest assured.. I will find something."
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Post by Kiki on Apr 18, 2008 11:05:52 GMT -5
Greenie and Spiderfly receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Spiderfly on Apr 19, 2008 11:13:59 GMT -5
Snicker. Meh, there was nothing wrong with being horrendously evil even when it was the right kind. The fun kind that left you breatheless and sweaty a little while afterwards. He made a saddened trill as his hands were rerouted and dug his head into the downy feathers on the back of Pascha's neck, nibbling gently at his feathers.
"Aww Pasch." He whispered but grinned against the owl. "No fun." Suddenly he leaned back and attempted to drag the white bird with him. Fine, if he didn't get fun he'd get snuggles, lots of them. And Pascha had no choice whatsoever.
"Surely we don't have to start work just yet? Paperwork can wait, it's rather patient you know." Snuggle, snuggle.
"Perhaps. . we should just take the day off completely. I still haven't paid you back for taking care of me while I was sick."
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Post by Greenie on Apr 19, 2008 14:02:48 GMT -5
Pascha turned his head a bit to raise an eyebrow at Malc, but just ended up shaking his head with a smile as the sparrow hid his face in his neck. "Fun?" He whispered in reply, "What is this fun you spea--hey!" His sentence was interrupted by Malc's sudden motion backwards, and he let out an indignant squeak as he was suddenly hauled backwards.
The owl held himself still for a moment to be sure that he wasn't going to be dragged anywhere else abruptly, and then allowed his muscles to slowly relax against him. Pascha wiggled until Malc loosened his grip a bit, then turned so he was more comfortably snuggled against him--being on his back was just awkward.
"Well..." He started in reply, then dropped off, indecision clear in his voice. "Didn't we take a day off last week, too?"
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Post by Spiderfly on Apr 19, 2008 14:06:44 GMT -5
"Yes, fun. No fun."
Malchiah laughed heartily at the squawk and slight tension at the sudden move. Hahah, didn't even see it coming, perfect. He clamped himself firmly around Pascha curling in like a cat seeking warmth. As Pascha tried to wiggle a bit Malc let him, getting them both more comfortable on the floor. At least there was carpeting beneath them, wood or concrete would be extremely uncomfortable right now.
"Well yeah we did but. . we do more than our share don't you think? We never really get behind for more than a few hours. In fact! I think we deserve it, yes we do." At this he snuggled in more tweaking a small feather to try and get a reaction. He was getting frisky, and could hardly contain himself.
Even if they didn't fool around Malchiah just wanted to be touching Pascha, attached to him in someway. He wanted to be running his hands over those wonderful feathers continously. That sounded like fun.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 19, 2008 14:16:55 GMT -5
Pascha muttered a bit under his breath--likely some nonsensical cursing--and idly pulled at a few of Malc's chest feathers instead of replying. Ooh, blue. He quickly found himself firmly attached to the bird, but didn't wiggle anymore--if he wanted out, there were much more interesting ways to do so. Eheh.
"You.." Pascha started with a laugh, "Are a nasty persuader, you are. What are you going to do when--not if!--when Ader comes looking for us, hm?" He rose an eyebrow and poked at Malc. "I'll be hiding somewhere, so you can have a nice conversation with him yourself." He stated, then nodded firmly.
When his feather was tweaked the owl managed to keep himself from squawking, but instead glared up at Malc and pinched back. Tweaking was mean! He ran a hand through Malc's chest feathers again, but purposefully did it the wrong way, and smirked when they all stood up funny afterwords.
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Post by Spiderfly on Apr 19, 2008 14:23:22 GMT -5
Malchiah went quiet, thinking as he ran fingers through Pascha's feathers again and again. It was a good question wasn't it? The more interesting question of course was what POSITION they'd be in when Ader came looking. He grinned to himself, oh that one would have made Pasch blush to high heaven. He did love it when the other bird went crimson under his white feathers, it was just so very noticeable.
"Not sure, I'll think of something. Besides he'll probably just walk in on us, blush, and walk away! We won't have to say a single thing." He burst out laughing and hugged the owl harder, waiting for his flustered response to that one. Take that Mr. hot-pants.
Malc made a startled noise at the odd feeling of feathers going the wrong way and looked down to see the mess that was left. A little indignant snort came from his beak as he idly tried to fix his feathers with his free hand.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 19, 2008 14:29:45 GMT -5
Pascha chittered a bit in pleasure, but was immediately suspicious when the sparrow didn't reply right away. He looked up to see a mix of pensive and mischeviousness on his lover's expression, which made him narrow his eyes at him. Perhaps poking him would clear whatever obviously dirty thoughts he was having.
Then again, perhaps it would just incite them further..
"What?" He replied with a chuckle. "Ader, blushing? We'd never know, under that red fur, and anyways, I'm not sure he knows how.. He's got nerves like leather under all that fuzz." Pascha was indeed a bit flustered at the thought, but did his best not to let Malc see it.
One embarrassing reaction was enough for the next five minutes.
He did grin when Malc noticed his feathers though, and immediately poked them back up as the sparrow simultaneously tried to poke them back down.
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