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Post by The Jenn on Mar 20, 2011 15:24:15 GMT -5
The lady who ran the store had just been going over to the door to lock it. She had a bitch-out with the woman, squirmed her way in, and grabbed a handful of things that seemed even remotely like they'd fit. Things off the clearance rack. And when you bought clearance at a crappy secondhand store, you knew you were in for some weird shit.
It was chilly out and so their summer clothes were cheap. She managed to find a pair of cutoff shorts that would fit a tail as bulky as hers on an ass as skinny. Second pair she tried on, which was just amazing and cheered her up despite the woman's death glares.
Didn't seem too keen on pissing off a spitfire of a Golfam. Hah. What a pussy.
Going through a few shirts, she finally found something long and slinky that looked like it would fit any generic female shape. Had a hole in the back for wings, fine. Only one shoulder strap, whatever. Looked weird but it showed off her rank. That was fine.
She walked out wearing the cheap clothes after twenty minutes of holding the woman up, paid in change, and hauled ass back to the apartment. She had a date.
Harold got another kiss when she walked in, this one energetic, before she dragged him out the door.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 20, 2011 20:56:05 GMT -5
Harold was pleasantly surprised when he was kissed and dragged out the door. He hadn't expected Felaria to find much, but she was Felaria after all, and she did well with whatever was thrown at her. That was one of the many things that the man loved about her.
He couldn't help but cheerful look her up and down when he got the chance. She had her bipedal form now, and she looked more like her old self. It took a good deal of willpower to focus on getting to the restaurant.
It was a quaint little place that seemed to be a little more busy than the surrounding businesses. They didn't have to wait very long to be seated and to be offered an assortment of wines. Most of which were far too expensive, though there was one that he could actually buy without having to have bread as the main course for dinner.
"I do hope the food is as good as my coworker claims," He said as he watched the waiter slink off. "Anyway, how did you manage to find something to wear so quickly? Do you have a secret closet that I'm not privileged to?"
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Post by The Jenn on May 5, 2011 20:33:33 GMT -5
Swank little place. Well... maybe less swank and more above their general price range of the last few years. Which had been pretty slim. Still was.
Going out could be fun and lots of it, even if you had to reign yourself in. The Golfam had certainly never had anything fancy like the Capital did, and even their crap-fare was generally delicious. She felt glad every day she spent on the grimy streets to be out of the Marsh.
But she wasn't on the grimy streets. She was sitting across the table from the hottest thing in town. Smearing a roll with butter, she leaned closer and smirked. "The only closet I got is that cheap-ass store near the flat. Lady almost closed the door on me. Can you b'lieve her nerve? I'mma go bother her sometime in the next few days. See what else I can get outta there what's any good. Can't walk around in these things all the time. Might have to walk around nekkid as an alternative, like before. But with a real womanly chest to expose. Bet you'd like that, wouldn'ya lover?"
Ah, small talk. She spied a woman at the next table over turning very slightly pink. Heh. Sheltered little nit. For good measure, she leaned across the rest of the way and put her muzzle up to his ear, feeling more comfortable in her new skin by the moment. A move like that would have been impossible before. Why had she had an issue again?
Her tongue flicked out. Then she grinned like a shark-lizard and withdrew back to her own seat. The challenge had been made.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 7, 2011 14:54:42 GMT -5
Harold had been doing his best to focus on things that weren't dirty thoughts. It had been forever since Felaria had had her bipedal form and his mind kept going into the gutter.
Her comment about walking around topless made him blush slightly. He would have expected nothing less from her. He spoke in a half whisper, "Ha... ah... yes, I would enjoy that. And I do hope that you'll be willing to show off a bit of exposed chest tonight." A slight smirk graced his face as she leaned forward and put her muzzle to his ear.
He bit his lower lip with she flicked her tongue out. This was going to be a very long dinner wasn't it? Maybe they should have skipped it entirely? He took a deep breath as she set his bread down.
He never was one to draw attention to himself, and he was fairly certian that people did listen to conversations while in a restaurant. He leaned over the table at an awkward able so he could give Felaria a proper kiss. "We should probably be good while in public, or at least until we get our meal. That way if they throw us out they'll be short a few gold."
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Post by The Jenn on Jun 5, 2011 13:55:28 GMT -5
"Good in public, bad at home. Borin'." So he'd chosen to deflect any attention. Ah well. Felaria kissed him back and then settled more firmly into her seat. She really didn't want to get kicked out with the prospect of good food on the way. She was hungry, dammit, and she didn't want anybody spitting in her food for being a pain in the establishment's ass. She didn't know if they did that here. Probably. People were people.
And how excellent was it to finally be able to sit in a chair like a normal Biped again? Sit the way she was supposed to sit? Something in her mind absolutely loved it and told her so with kid-like delight.
She picked up a knife with obvious relish, admiring her thumb on the cutlery before stabbing a bit of butter to smear all over the bread. Suggestively.
Okay, no, maybe that was kinda retarded-looking. She laughed at herself, certain he'd get the joke, and ate it with pleasure. Then cleaned her hand with pleasure. 'Discretely'. With her tongue. He'd see it.
Dirty man. Look how pink he was. Not as pink as he'd used to get, not after knowing her so well. And his lip looked a little red. Musta bit it. Mmm.
Damn. Had there been something else in that vial? Probably not. It was probably just him. Her. This. Things going... sort of right, however wrong they'd seemed two hours ago.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 6, 2011 17:07:45 GMT -5
Harold couldn't help but snort in amusement as Felaria smeared the butter on the bread. He knew full well what she was trying to do, but it really did look silly. He made a point of silently eating his own bread, doing his hardest not to laugh or think about the wonderfully dirty things they could do now that Felaria had her bipedal form.
Things were going well for once. Suddenly they were graced with a miracle and good fortune. How long would it last? Did it really matter? Living in the moment seemed like the best thing to do, that way he wouldn't was the feeling.
"Gave the bread quite the work out," He commented once he was finished with own and was left to watching her lick the butter off of her fingers.
The waitress appeared shortly afterwards, catching Harold completely off guard. He floundered for a few moments before righting his train of thought. Order was placed, food would be quick, and they might be able to afford an extra bottle of wine for the road/
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 4, 2011 16:10:09 GMT -5
Felaria let her man order for her, knowing she'd probably like whatever he got them. She didn't much like ordering in restaurants unless she was the one with the money to wave around. She loved eating their food, though, and not having to clean up afterwards.
"It looked like it needed some attention," she agreed with him breezily, settling back in her chair and letting the meal happen. They didn't really need to throw back and forth a bunch of small-talk. A few quips, more than a few looks, and a little bit of description towards the dealer she'd gotten the favor from. They'd been together long enough to have said a lot of what needed to be said and to be ridiculously comfortable in one another's presence.
Her tail occasionally rubbed against his ankle under the table. She kept her limbs to herself otherwise, which she considered quite a feat.
Food was devoured with a glee at being able to use utensils again, however sparingly she tended to use them. Wine was also consumed with more than a little fervor.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 6, 2011 22:47:05 GMT -5
Harold couldn't help but feel like he was on the top of the world. Today everything seemed to be going right, even with the few bizarre hang ups that happened. He was debating on trying to do a bit of research on the dealer who had given her the favor, the vague description had sounded familiar to a point, but it was difficult to keep everyone he had dealt with committed to memory.
Felaria was all that really mattered in the long run. The dinner was delightful, the wine was actually good, and the periodic reminder of what was to come almost made him wiggle with anticipation. He finished off his glass of wine with a smile, he eyed the small remainder of the glass. "Would you like the last bit before we retired for the evening?" he asked with a all too large smile. He hadn't had alcohol in a long while, and he already felt a little tipsy.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 11, 2011 13:27:47 GMT -5
Felaria glanced down at the dregs of Harold's wine, looked up to consider his flushed cheeks, grinned, and then reached over to toss the last of it back like a 'classy lady'. That accomplished, she nudged the waiter into giving them the check and then getting the hell out of there.
She had better things to do than get stared at, by them or by him. They'd all done enough staring. Her moods had been all over the place that day and now she was ready for a little hands-on appreciation of all that her hard work, good luck, and fucked-up dealings had wrought.
On the slightly tilting walk home, she leaned over and whispered into his hair. "You better be ready to fuck me stupid, boyo. I ain't forgivin' that wine if it knocks you flat."
When they got back to the flat, she wasn't making any small talk. He could look at her seriously and curiously later. Now was the time for other things.
((...honestly, unless you want to take this dirty elsewhere, it's probably concluded. xD))
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