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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 28, 2011 17:40:44 GMT -5
He would have purred if he was capable of such a feat. This had been a satisfying little outing, and he honestly wished it didn't have to end. But alas, all good and evil things had to come to a end.
"I suppose we should be heading back," He said with a twinge of sorrow. "I'm afraid I've run out of things to do, and it's getting rather late." He glanced back at the Highlander who was still preoccupied with crying in a ball. It looked like they didn't have to worry about him.
He offered to hold the door open for the feline. Parting was always so painful. Hopefully she would destroy that damn employer of hers. When he was done he would have the wonderful lady all to himself. Of course there was her boy toy, but a Torque was always a fun thing to play with. Perhaps he could meet this hobby of hers sometime.
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Post by Lucca on Jul 14, 2011 8:36:01 GMT -5
Ah, yes--this was always the worst part of any outing she ever took. She always had to return to McDuck Manor, her gilded prison. Nellwyn frowned, putting the brooch in her small bag, and nodded. "Yes, I suppose we must." She walked out the door, tail held high and paws stepping lightly over the floor, picking her way once more through the sea of junk. Her tail twitched and she looked over her shoulder, waiting for Lythero to join her so that she could walk back by his side. She'd draw the walk out as long as possible without seeming to do so, delaying her inevitable return and the surfacing of her duller side.
Her eyes were already shifting from their normal pink color to a shade of yellow as they came in view of the looming eyesore McDuck called home. Nellwyn stopped near the foot of the long driveway and turned to look back at Lythero. "It's been lovely," she purred, and tilted her head just slightly, inviting a kiss if the otheer Tulgey should wish it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 25, 2011 15:57:11 GMT -5
Lythero hated it when his fun came to an end. One day he would have things his way, one way or another. People would respect him, and the rest of the Wood. His thoughts fizzled out when they arrived at their destination. If the lovely lady hadn't already laid claim on the duck he would have offed the man himself for wasting Nellwyn's time.
"I'm thrilled you enjoyed yourself," he said with a small smile before giving her a gentle kiss. Despite being insane he was still a gentlemen when it came to affairs like properly wishing a woman goodbye. "I hope to see you again sooner this time, of course. Now that I look a bit more proper I can visit a bit more often, of we can meet up in the city sometime. I''m sure we could find plenty of things to do." He smiled, it was a genuine smile, which he rarely wore. Then again it was rare for him to come across a person this intriguing.
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Post by Lucca on Jul 28, 2011 8:44:40 GMT -5
Secretly, Nellwyn was thrilled when he took her up on her unspoken offer and kissed her. She forced down the purr that wanted to rumble up, however. There was no need to overdo it. Still, he was a right and proper date. Even if he was a black Suit. Why did she keep ending up with Spades as potential romantic encounters? It was almost amusing. Well, it wasn't like her family was with her now, anyway, to disapprove of who she was with. And it wasn't like she was planning to be serious with either of them. She was just having fun and trying not to go insane despite having to do a job that she hated, day in and say out. After all, some would claim she already -was- insane, but she liked to think of herself as merely more intelligent than the rest of the world. After all, she was perfectly in control of herself.
She smiled up at him, eyes flashing. "I'm sure we could. You know where to find me." It was almost a challenge, the tone she said it in. Just because she thought murder was a fun past time didn't mean she didn't enjoy a little bit of teasing now and again. And she liked Lythero better and better every time they met, which certainly couldn't be said about most people.
"Until next time," she purred, and walked towards that hateful mansion, rebelling against the necessity of pushing down her true self and playing the little maid again. But at least she went in knowing she'd painted the town in blood that evening. And Scooge would never be the wiser.
((ooc: annnnd time to end this one you think?))
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