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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 5:09 pm
 He was upset; and Gideon, having noted it, had done anything in his power to make things better. He had tried to form sentences that would be considered comforting. He had stroked awkwardly at the multicolored hair. He had cocked his head. He had pawed at him. And more importantly, he had listened. But, though thoughtful his unwavering attention was, it had been exactly what had scared Ridley away. Not to imply that he didn't appreciate the wolf's company - merely that he didn't believe he deserved it. He was unhappy for dumb and self-inflicted reasons; Gideon's time could be better spent elsewhere; with someone who really did need it. Though admittedly, it would be a lie for the falcon to say that he didn't want someone to pay him their heed. He adored conversing, and even more so adored touch. He yearned for company, the gentle type. Or perhaps he wanted to introduce himself to someone blunt and rough. Someone who was all B: Bull; Blunt; Bright; Boisterous.
No.
He wanted a pineapple.
Someone who, though prickly and rough on the outside - but silky, soft and sweet on the inside. That was precisely what he needed. This he decided, wordlessly and unblinking, whilst he sat on the sofa in the shop. How long had it been, exactly, since he had last conversed with a stranger?
Some time.
And that just wouldn't do.
He peered around, curious and desperate for company.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 5:24 pm
Having grown tired of the uproar of noise that was going on at his home, Louis decided that going elsewhere would be good. The chaos of the main house was starting to drive him mad, everyone was so high strung right now! Alair was sobbing because Darius had trampled his garden and ruined all of his good plants. Then Azriel, being the overly heroic idiot he was, got into the fray but just stirred the pot enough to get everyone going. That was when the bull decided that he needed to leave.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he walked into the sanctuary trying to will away the last of his headache. He hoped he would either find some quiet time or converse with someone who was sane and not on some kind of rampage.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 5:39 pm
Ridley reasoned, with vigorous glee, that Louis's sudden appearance was the absolute perfect opportunity. He gave time a moment to process his decision before bouncing from the couch, his wings flicking thoughtfully. It took him little time to stride across the room, whereupon he stood before Louis with an obvious friendliness overtaking his gray gaze. He stood, arms akimbo and head cocked to the side. "Hello there, Pooh-Bear!" The greeting wasn't his loudest volume, but was ear-shattering enough; he immediately quieted down: "Or can I call you Pineapple?" Acrylic nails tapped gently against his very own hips, "Or perhaps you wouldn't mind giving me your name? Ah, wait - no - that's inappropriate. I haven't given mine..." A smile sweet as earlier mentioned fruit before he noted, quite unwillingly, the other's irritated behavior.
But gestures aren't all that they had. There were words; and maybe his words would be kinder than his body-language.
Of this, Ridley was uncertain.
He wordlessly inspected the royal skin in contrast to the blue hair, whereupon he peered curiously into an eye-color which was stormy as his own. His lips perked upward, hands grasping gently and Louis's; "I'm Ridley, Mister Pooh-Bear!" The falcon decided to share, finally, his head wings twitching with interest; "But you can call me whatever you want, of course! I don't even mind rude nicknames, if that's what you choose! I'm just looking for company, is all."
His smile immediately altered.
"You'll be my company, right? Mister-" He put emphasis on the last word, implying that he expected for the other to supply him with their name.
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