Post by dragon on Aug 7, 2010 20:10:09 GMT -5
Not lost, not lost. Skink agreed. Rascal always do. Imp good to think get Rascal help. Good good. Smart Imp. Tell Rascal what to do. Skink approved, not about to be dissuaded of her perception that it was indeed Imp who had been the brains behind the rescue. Rascal? He was just a meat bag. Always, she was having to tell him what to do. Not that he ever listened to her. Imp must be persuasive indeeeeeeed. Good Imp! Spectacular Imp! Skink crooned softly, rubbing her snout on the bronze's neck.
Stuffing the edge of the shirt in his mouth, Rascal decided that the two mandyrs probably weren't going to be going very far. At least they did not appear to be cooking up plans of mass mayhem at the moment. So the flitter turned and ambled off, dragging the shirt by his teeth. He searched for a basket to put the shirt in, as that was what one did with dirty laundry. It was dirty, too, he could taste human all over the material. But he utterly failed to find a spot to put it that was defined as a laundry heap. Indeed, it seemed as everything was pell-mell in this place. So for lack of a better thing to do, Rascal ambled under the bed with the shirt, making it disappear from sight. To be sure he was quite shocked to get followed under there by a nested chick. Creeping over to it, the brown stuck his head into the nest to look at the chick.
For a moment he considered whether or not it was considered a pest, and if he should eat it.
His did not like small furry things in his space. But this was not his' space, either.
Emoyan was certainly patient as she moved the chick, somewhat amused. Clearly, the tiny bird meant something to her. "Not in the least." He answered her, grinning. "But I do think I would have to protest the notion of streaking the Weyr. I hear tell that's someone else's domain." Emoyan teased, leaning in to leave a string of small kisses down the side of her neck and across the top of her shoulder, massaging her gently with both hands. Some people were more attractive with their clothes on than off, but Darya certainly wasn't one of them.
When it became evident that there was a hang up, Emoyan backed off a bit. But only to assist in the discarding of some more clothing. Troublesome things, clothes could be sometimes! The last bit kicked aside, Emoyan's attention returned to the utterly lovely woman he was with. "I like your costume, by the way." he mentioned, moving in for yet another kiss as one strong arm looped around her back to pull her up to his chest in a gentle embrace, his other hand sunk into her furs, supporting them. Slowly, he let her back down, following her this time.
Stuffing the edge of the shirt in his mouth, Rascal decided that the two mandyrs probably weren't going to be going very far. At least they did not appear to be cooking up plans of mass mayhem at the moment. So the flitter turned and ambled off, dragging the shirt by his teeth. He searched for a basket to put the shirt in, as that was what one did with dirty laundry. It was dirty, too, he could taste human all over the material. But he utterly failed to find a spot to put it that was defined as a laundry heap. Indeed, it seemed as everything was pell-mell in this place. So for lack of a better thing to do, Rascal ambled under the bed with the shirt, making it disappear from sight. To be sure he was quite shocked to get followed under there by a nested chick. Creeping over to it, the brown stuck his head into the nest to look at the chick.
For a moment he considered whether or not it was considered a pest, and if he should eat it.
His did not like small furry things in his space. But this was not his' space, either.
Emoyan was certainly patient as she moved the chick, somewhat amused. Clearly, the tiny bird meant something to her. "Not in the least." He answered her, grinning. "But I do think I would have to protest the notion of streaking the Weyr. I hear tell that's someone else's domain." Emoyan teased, leaning in to leave a string of small kisses down the side of her neck and across the top of her shoulder, massaging her gently with both hands. Some people were more attractive with their clothes on than off, but Darya certainly wasn't one of them.
When it became evident that there was a hang up, Emoyan backed off a bit. But only to assist in the discarding of some more clothing. Troublesome things, clothes could be sometimes! The last bit kicked aside, Emoyan's attention returned to the utterly lovely woman he was with. "I like your costume, by the way." he mentioned, moving in for yet another kiss as one strong arm looped around her back to pull her up to his chest in a gentle embrace, his other hand sunk into her furs, supporting them. Slowly, he let her back down, following her this time.