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wherethedoveflies asked: This is me seducing you. I"M doing a good job am I correct?
SS: u u u ummmmmmmm z zot really……………… sorry…………………
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Bengal ==> Finally get some red feelings off your chest.
><>< Andrrum! U-uh…W-well. I’m not good at keepin secrrets. And um…Well I know we haven’t known each otherr long. But…Being arround you when I have.I-i…i’mflushingforryou ok? I mean…yeah…I rreally…rrrreally like you Andrrum and I’m rred furr ya. So…so yeah. therre. I finally said it. ><><
f f f f f f f flushcrushizg……..?? oz me????? o o o oh bezgal……………… im hozored……… really really really hozored……….
b b b b but…………………………
><>< …but? but you don’t feel the same.. ><><
i i its zot that bezgal!!! quite the opposite actually!!!!!!! i thizk youre really great but…………………. o o oh goodzess….. it just seems like it would be movizg really fast you kzow…….??
im sorry………. we just havezt kzowz each other for very lozg yet…….
(via fruitlooptrolls)
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Bengal ==> Finally get some red feelings off your chest.
><>< Andrrum! U-uh…W-well. I’m not good at keepin secrrets. And um…Well I know we haven’t known each otherr long. But…Being arround you when I have.I-i…i’mflushingforryou ok? I mean…yeah…I rreally…rrrreally like you Andrrum and I’m rred furr ya. So…so yeah. therre. I finally said it. ><><
f f f f f f f flushcrushizg……..?? oz me????? o o o oh bezgal……………… im hozored……… really really really hozored……….
b b b b but…………………………
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
He quickly shoved a little bit into his mouth, and smiled. After swallowing it, he said ”~~ It’s pretty good. Of course, I have nothing to really compare it to. ~~” He laughed a little and continued to eat. Before long, the whole slice was gone. “~~ That ~as very good, little landd~eller. I commend your baking skills. ~~”
Grinning from horn to horn, Andrum couldn’t even fight to contain his excitement. “i appreciate it shilby! would you like azother or is there azy thizg else i caz get you?” Andrum refused to be rude to his guest, regardless of how unexpected his visit had been. It seemed as though it could be the plot for one of his dramas: a dark and mysterious highblooded stranger appears just before the sun rises in need of shelter and a soft spoken generous lowblood is there to tend to him. Well, perhaps that wasn’t exactly how it had happened, but it was close enough for Andrum.
”~~ More cake. That ~ould be most excellent. ~~” He smiled. “~~ Don’t think I’ve ever had anything this good. Of course, most of ~hat I eat ~as living at one point… ~~” He shrugged, supressing a little laugh.
Andrum pushed out a nervous laugh though he would be willing to admit that the idea of eating something that was once living made him cringe. Perhaps it was his weak constitution, but the little lowblood was not made for some gruesome acts. Taking Shilby’s dish, he was pleased that he could at least offer something satisfying to the highblood. As he sliced another piece of the ferocious baked good, Andrum knew it would be best to try to make some conversation. Cocking his head over his shoulder, hair toppling over his eyes, he asked casually, “so what brizgs you this far from the sea shilby…? youre quite far away from home…”
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
He quickly shoved a little bit into his mouth, and smiled. After swallowing it, he said ”~~ It’s pretty good. Of course, I have nothing to really compare it to. ~~” He laughed a little and continued to eat. Before long, the whole slice was gone. “~~ That ~as very good, little landd~eller. I commend your baking skills. ~~”
Grinning from horn to horn, Andrum couldn’t even fight to contain his excitement. “i appreciate it shilby! would you like azother or is there azy thizg else i caz get you?” Andrum refused to be rude to his guest, regardless of how unexpected his visit had been. It seemed as though it could be the plot for one of his dramas: a dark and mysterious highblooded stranger appears just before the sun rises in need of shelter and a soft spoken generous lowblood is there to tend to him. Well, perhaps that wasn’t exactly how it had happened, but it was close enough for Andrum.
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
”~~ It ~as a meatphor. ~~” Shilby rolled his eyes. “~~ I’ll eat pretty much anything. And if it’s that much of a problem you can just keep calling me ‘highblood’! ~~” ~~ He seems to be very a~are of his proper place in the spectrum… Almost to the level of annoyance… ~~ Shilby mused quietly as he watched his host struggle to continue speaking.
Andrum opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, he shut it again and looked down, thinking. Slowly, his eyes scanned up Shilby’s body before making it back to his face. The lowblood looked so delicate, so vulnerable, like he had been cornered. “its… zot a problem shilby…… im sorry… im just zot used to havizg compazy all the way out here.”
Now that he had taken a moment to compose himself, Andrum couldn’t help but feel that his head was much clearer. His nerves were quick to take control, but he was able to keep them in check. It just took some time. “i put together a cake yesterday… would you like a slice of that?”
”~~ That ~ould be nice. ~~” He shrugged noncommittally. “~~ I don’t get much in the ~ay of s~eets. Yeah, that ~ould be really nice. ~~”
Waving a hand over toward the middle of his hive, Andrum managed a small smile for the first time. A pile of large plush cushions and pillows punctuated the space. “feel free to make yourself comfortable… ill bring you over a piece. i hope you like it…. i dabble in cookizg a bit…” There was a light clicking sound as the short heels of Andrum’s boots hit the wooden floor. He carried himself with grace and poise, crossing over to a wide bar that curved along the rounded wall. Unlidding a large container, he revealed a lavish dark cake, stacked high with alternating layers and accented with some bright red fruit in the icing. He sliced and plated a piece, turning back and serving it with a smile.
Shilby flopped into the cushions, tired and hungry. “~~ Oh, it certainly looks good. I haven’t really eaten at all since yesterday… My o~n damn fault for ~andering a~ay too far from my hive. ~~” He tried not to drool as he saw the cake. “~~ Looks really good… ~~”
Leaning down slightly, Andrum offered the plate to Shilby, blush spreading through his cheeks at the compliment. “please ezjoy azd please let me kzow if you would like some more…” he said, a beaming face hiding an incredibly shaken interior. What if Shilby didn’t like it? Would that be enough to set the highblood off and induce a quick culling?
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
”~~ It ~as a meatphor. ~~” Shilby rolled his eyes. “~~ I’ll eat pretty much anything. And if it’s that much of a problem you can just keep calling me ‘highblood’! ~~” ~~ He seems to be very a~are of his proper place in the spectrum… Almost to the level of annoyance… ~~ Shilby mused quietly as he watched his host struggle to continue speaking.
Andrum opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, he shut it again and looked down, thinking. Slowly, his eyes scanned up Shilby’s body before making it back to his face. The lowblood looked so delicate, so vulnerable, like he had been cornered. “its… zot a problem shilby…… im sorry… im just zot used to havizg compazy all the way out here.”
Now that he had taken a moment to compose himself, Andrum couldn’t help but feel that his head was much clearer. His nerves were quick to take control, but he was able to keep them in check. It just took some time. “i put together a cake yesterday… would you like a slice of that?”
”~~ That ~ould be nice. ~~” He shrugged noncommittally. “~~ I don’t get much in the ~ay of s~eets. Yeah, that ~ould be really nice. ~~”
Waving a hand over toward the middle of his hive, Andrum managed a small smile for the first time. A pile of large plush cushions and pillows punctuated the space. “feel free to make yourself comfortable… ill bring you over a piece. i hope you like it…. i dabble in cookizg a bit…” There was a light clicking sound as the short heels of Andrum’s boots hit the wooden floor. He carried himself with grace and poise, crossing over to a wide bar that curved along the rounded wall. Unlidding a large container, he revealed a lavish dark cake, stacked high with alternating layers and accented with some bright red fruit in the icing. He sliced and plated a piece, turning back and serving it with a smile.
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
”~~ It ~as a meatphor. ~~” Shilby rolled his eyes. “~~ I’ll eat pretty much anything. And if it’s that much of a problem you can just keep calling me ‘highblood’! ~~” ~~ He seems to be very a~are of his proper place in the spectrum… Almost to the level of annoyance… ~~ Shilby mused quietly as he watched his host struggle to continue speaking.
Andrum opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, he shut it again and looked down, thinking. Slowly, his eyes scanned up Shilby’s body before making it back to his face. The lowblood looked so delicate, so vulnerable, like he had been cornered. “its… zot a problem shilby…… im sorry… im just zot used to havizg compazy all the way out here.”
Now that he had taken a moment to compose himself, Andrum couldn’t help but feel that his head was much clearer. His nerves were quick to take control, but he was able to keep them in check. It just took some time. “i put together a cake yesterday… would you like a slice of that?”
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
~~ ~ell ~ell ~ell. This is getting interesting. ~~ He thought. “~~ It is a pleasure to meet you, Andrum. I am Shilby Notaka. And I believe I ~ill take you up on that offer… ~~” He smiled a little bit at the nervous lowblood. “~~ And you really need to relax. I’m not going to cull you ~ithout reason. ~~”
Getting Andrum to relax was much easier said than done. He tried to loosen himself up a touch, but only ended up looking posed and awkward. It was reassuring to know that the highblood was not about to unleash any sort of pent up wrath on him unprovoked, but at the same time, it kept Andrum on edge knowing that, given a reason to do so, this seadweller would and could cull him. Andrum wasn’t even sure what exactly constituted a “reason” for culling.
Wanting to keep the highblood satiated and calm, Andrum flashed his eyes around his hive again, stammering, “i i is there azy thizg that i can get for you s s s s s shilby…..?” The word felt foreign and exotic on his tongue; Andrum could hardly believe that he was addressing a highblood by name but it was thrilling.
”~~ ~ell… No~ that you mention… I am hungry… ~~” Shilby hadn’t realized how hungry he was until that point. “~~ And stop stuttering. It’s annoying. ~~” He looked around the messy hive. “~~ So ~hat do you have that’s edible in this mess, hm? I could eat a hoofbeast… ~~”
Andrum pursed his lips together quickly as Shilby issued his command. The lowblood made a mental note to try to keep his voice calm, smooth, and soothing. Spinning on the heels of his ankle boots, he bolted his eyes around the hive, lifting a hand to his lips as he realized the problem at hand. “ummmm well highblo—— ermm shilby…. i actually dozt really have azy thizg like hoofbeast oz hazd…” The forest was filled with more dangerous animals than it was with docile ones and Andrum had never developed a talent for hunting. His lusus was not exactly available to hunt for him either. “i may have somethizg more vegetariaz…. or if you have a sweet tooth……”
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Shilby> Wander like a lost little bitch
~~ ~ell ~ell ~ell. This is getting interesting. ~~ He thought. “~~ It is a pleasure to meet you, Andrum. I am Shilby Notaka. And I believe I ~ill take you up on that offer… ~~” He smiled a little bit at the nervous lowblood. “~~ And you really need to relax. I’m not going to cull you ~ithout reason. ~~”
Getting Andrum to relax was much easier said than done. He tried to loosen himself up a touch, but only ended up looking posed and awkward. It was reassuring to know that the highblood was not about to unleash any sort of pent up wrath on him unprovoked, but at the same time, it kept Andrum on edge knowing that, given a reason to do so, this seadweller would and could cull him. Andrum wasn’t even sure what exactly constituted a “reason” for culling.
Wanting to keep the highblood satiated and calm, Andrum flashed his eyes around his hive again, stammering, “i i is there azy thizg that i can get for you s s s s s shilby…..?” The word felt foreign and exotic on his tongue; Andrum could hardly believe that he was addressing a highblood by name but it was thrilling.
