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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 15, 2008 22:51:54 GMT -5
Honker's ears pulled back as he heard the feline ask for something. He was begging just like he had. What the hell was with this double standard? Why couldn't he beg but the big angry cat could. He looked up at Ez, all of his angry thoughts ceased. Ez really was pretty.
Lythero fell silent and sulked.
It took a moment for Ez to process what the feline had said. He gave a little smirk. The sparrow ignored the fact that his adoptive brother was now a Tulgey in favor of a plot. Once he let that information sink in he could be terrified. Until then he decided to focus on something else.
"Well. I could give you a feather but...." He trailed off bringing his tail to the tip of his beak. "I don't even know your name. And a feather is something very personal you know. So you would probably at least have to have a few drinks with me before I even thought of such a thing." Well. He wanted to have a bit of fun tonight. Drinking would be a reward he was sure. "Of course I would be paying for the drinks. It'd be part of your reward."
Lythero wanted to commit genocide. Now. However he was stuck to a stupid dog and dealing with a perverted sparrow and a mangy cat. Something was going to die later.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 15, 2008 23:04:26 GMT -5
Oh ho ho ho ho! The sparrow was a flirt, was he? Kristoff coughed softly in an effort to hide his embarassment at the way Ez was playing with his own tail feathers, glancing away for as long as he could manage. It wasn't very long, not with the allure of those sparkling, shimmering eyes. He wished he could bring those eyes home to Meecha, they'd almost certainly be as interesting as the Ace would have been... But a part of them knew that they'd lack the charm once removed from the sparrow's face.
He would have sulked, was he not completely drawn in.
The feline made a noise that might have been a purr at the offer, but it lacked the charm of most purrs. "If all yew want'f my name, I'll giff it t'yew. If Kriftoff,[/b]" he said, grinning in what he hoped was a seductive manner. He knew he was damn good looking, but the bird was different than his usual flirts. For one, he wasn't Golfam. "Bu' if yew wan' drinkf, we can haff drinkf. Who'm I to turn dow' dat kinfa offer?[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 17, 2008 13:14:08 GMT -5
"Kristoff," Ez repeated with a smirk. That was a pretty name, wasn't it now? Very fitting of the feline. "I'm so happy you'll join me for drinks." He smiled and moved closer to Honker. Kneeling down he took the swan dog's head in his hands.
Honker allowed Ez to touch him. His utter horror had been replaced with fascination. Lythero was sulking and had retracted his jaws. Honker's ears pulled back briefly as his bother game him a rather sad look. He knew why.... there was no way Mommy and Daddy could see him like this. The sparrow lowed his voice, "Stay close Honker. Don't you dare take your eyes off of me. I don't want to lose you again."
Honker nodded.
The sparrow looked over to the Golfram. "Let's make the best of the evening shall we?" He motioned towards the direction of a pub. It was a rather shady place--but what would anyone expect in the Outer Bazaar.
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Post by Kiki on Sept 17, 2008 14:21:23 GMT -5
Kari and Xenon 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 carcinoGeneticist on Sept 19, 2008 17:27:52 GMT -5
"Waf'yer name, pre'y birfy?[/b]" the cat asked with a thoroughly disgusting grin that absolutely dripped with smarm. Clearly, he was under the impression that good looking for a Marshdweller was the same as good looking for any other realm - and in all honesty, he couldn't even lay claim to the former. "Or d'yew prefer dat 'ole.. anonemof fing?[/b]" that would be exciting, wouldn't it? Sharing a bed with a lover who knew your name but gave you nothing to call them... His tail twitched with anticipation, yellowed eyes glimmering beneath his furrowed brows.
He was going to get laid tonight, wasn't he? What else could the pretty bird want? No one just wanted to take someone as dashingly good-looking and filled with charm as Kristoff to a bar just for drinks, no. It was always about that kind of dangerous sex.
Besides, it could be fun to get sloshed and ask the bird where he'd managed to find such an attractive corset. Something like that might even be able to hide the worst of Kristoff's physical deformities, couldn't it? "Roight,[/b]" he agreed cheerfully as they began to walk, having almost completely forgotten about the Ace that was following them. "Be'er ftart whe' de night'f young, innit?[/b]" Courteously, the feline opened the door for the slender sparrow, eyeing the bird's rear as he slipped in. Lovely.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 25, 2008 15:47:55 GMT -5
"People call me Ez, but you can call me whatever you like." The sparrow purred as best as he could. He never really could muster a proper one like felines could, but it was good enough to get the point across. If he had mane he would have brushed it back in that stereo typical girlish way.
He smiled as the cat opened the door for him. "Why thank you kind sir. I'll be sure to reward all of your services." Ez said as he moved forward. He glanced back to see if Honker was following him.
The Ace did what he was told and kept a close eye on the sparrow. His head was bowed and he pretended to be a pet like everyone wanted him to do so very often. For Ez he would do it no questions asked. Lythero made no sound of protest. He was too furious to make a sound.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 22, 2008 2:17:09 GMT -5
"Den I'll be callin' yew beau'iful,[/b]" the cat purred, the corners of his mouth twitching as he rubbed greasy fur against the bird's legs, one eyebrow ridge raised. The Ace was skulking around behind them, but Kristoff would ignore it for now. He had much better company now.
Inside, it was dark and dingy, just the way the cat liked it. He motioned Ez towards a seat, slipping into it as gracefully as a hunchbacked Marshdweller could possibly manage. It was an improvement from his normally jilted movements, but not much of one. As soon as the sparrow was seated, Kristoff placed a paw onto the tabletop, absently rubbing it across the surface of the wood. "Fo...[/b]" he drawled, winking at the bird. "Wot kinna drink can I infereft yew in? If yew don' wanna haff it all on yer own, we can alwayf fplit 'ne.[/b]"
He silently hoped it would have lots of alcohol. That way, if the sparrow wanted it all to himself he would get trashed, and if he wanted to split... Well, splitting with someone pretty was always nice, but so was getting drunk off of it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 4, 2009 21:13:07 GMT -5
Ez laughed, "You're such a flatterer. People don't give your region any credit--but then again people of your high class don't come along every often."
The sparrow glanced back at Honker. He didn't want to lose sight of his little brother. Even if he couldn't bring Honker home to mother, he could at least bring him home to his apartment. He needed to be cleaned up and taken care of... poor Honker.
The sparrow forced his attention back on the feline. "Well, I heard this place served some pretty nice fire whiskey. If you want to split some with me I'm more than willing. Unless you think you can handle a whole glass on your own." Yes. He was issuing a drinking challenge. A smile crossed his beak.
Ez could hold his liquor better than anyone else in The Family.
Honker sat down at Ez's feet. Lythero was still dead silent and in pain like he usually was. It made the Ace nervous to some degree, but what could he do about it? Lythero had said that if they separated that Honker would die. The little swan-dog wasn't about to disbelieve something like that.
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