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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 1:16 pm
Slicking back his hair, he examined it in the mirror critically and nodded to himself with satisfaction. He stretched, reached to the side of his bed and retrieved a sweet cream wrap-skirt he'd borrowed off Belle - she said "Oh, for Amara? Sure~!" and offered it quite naturally. He took a deep breath, swung open his door and slid over to the bunny's.
Knuckles rapping against the door sharply, he (quite unnecessarily) yelled, "HEY. GOING OUT. TELL THE GUYS. BYE."
"Go 'way, got prez..." came moaning out below the door. He shrugged and padded his way down the stairs to the first floor, looking for a lovely spiraffe in the activity area.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 1:33 pm
The Spiraffe in question stood within the designated area, humming quietly to herself. Her hooves turned inward and nearly touched in a shy manner, fingers laced over her stomach comfortably. Amara still didn't know how to properly prep for such outings, not realizing that such a thing might be necessary; as such, she had simply completed her morning bathing ritual and made sure her more stubborn curly locks were in place.
It had yet to occur to her that anything might have been wrong. Having informed Gyasi of her intent to go out with Maxwell, he had seemed to look a tad bit pale but had given his blessing, reassuring her that he would tell Isoke. Her parents were such strange Hytes, but she loved them despite it. Or maybe because of it; they only meant the best, after all.
A long ear swiveled at the sound of paw-falls on the stairs, turning to look at the approaching jaguar through long lashes. Her face lit into a delighted smile, waving a hand in greeting to her friend/date/whathaveyou. "Hello, Maxwell!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 1:42 pm
Colton was on the other side of the large expanse of the room, holding a newspaper in front of his face, but discreetly peering around it every so often. If Maxwell was already getting to Amara, then he'd have to watch out for Noe, as well. It wouldn't do for his only daughter to fall head over heels in love with Maxwell [like Lilith] and then get crushed. Then, he'd have to crush Maxwell in turn. Though... those claws of the other Hyte were a bit on the sharp side.
The puppy Hyte glanced to his side where Zaney was curled up on the couch, snoring away, and simply tucked the blanket further up on the kuppy's body. This twin was sick, Mena was trying to make sure that Shimey didn't brainwash Eli too much, and Noe had just caught Zane's nasty illness. So many issues with the kids, and yet, here he was, trying to watch out for Amara, too.
"I won't let Maxwell get away with this one. I owe Gyasi and Isoke more than that."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 1:54 pm
"Amara," he beamed. "How lovely you look." And indeed she did; her shy demeanour was enamouring and attractive. Maxwell was pleased.
"I know you had some reservations about your suit," he produced the wrap skirt with a flourish. "So perhaps you would feel more comfortable with this 'round your waist? Once you put it on we can make our way over - I'll take you for a ride."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 3:55 pm
The teen practically glowed with pleasure. "Oh Maxwell! How thoughtful!" Amara cried out softly, surprised and grateful. "Thank you!" She probably should have gone around the couch or somewhere to put it on for the purpose of modesty, but she was covering her legs rather than removing any article of clothing. As such, the jaguar served as a means for her to balance, one dainty hand upon his shoulder and the other securing the wrap skirt around her slender hips.
Amara practically danced back a few paces, turning this way and that, giggling at the fabric on her legs. "How do I look?" she inquired with a return of her shy nature, coming to a stand still. "All right then," she quieted with a light smile, "shall we ride?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:10 am
He was quite happy to let her rest on him, and congratulated himself for asking specifically for a wrap skirt. You still got it, son. He contemplated, watching her slip the skirt on.
The cloth poured into folds around her small frame, swishing as she darted away. "Naturally you look absolutely beautiful." He smiled, offering an arm for her to take. A "let's." and he started to lead her out, waving at a giggly Belle and a glowering Demi on the way.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:01 pm
Making sure her tail remained tucked beneath the flowing fabric of the skirt, the Spiraffe giggled delightedly. "It's really pretty," she replied somewhat lamely, not used to the attention and compliments. Amara took the offered arm with a light smile, flicking her ears to the side abashedly.
"Thank you," she said again, giving the two HyTech staff and winning smile and a wave. She pat the jaguar's bicep and allowing herself to be lead out of the building.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:12 pm
Colton made sure that the pair was out of the building before folding up his newspaper and following them out with a quick explanation to Demi who looked like she was still ready to get out Mr. Scissors. "Just making sure that Maxwell doesn't do anything Maxwell-like," he said, exiting the doors and looking around for the two other Hytes. The puppy Hyte slipped behind a few bushes to try and cover himself and not make it so obvious as to what he was doing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 2:13 pm
As they exited HyTech, he squeezed her hand and gently lifted it off his arm, signalling for her to wait here, disappearing off to the side of the converted warehouse. Soon he re-emerged, wheeling a suspiciously expensive and genuine-looking Harley Davidson into the open.
He swung a helmet - jet-black except for a pair of glowing eyes; it was impeccably smooth and pristine, showing that he'd never worn it at all - to Amara, nodding meaningfully. "I need you safe," he said, walking his bike towards her. "So you'd better put that on, little lady."
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 8:32 am
She remained where she was as bid, hands smoothing over her skirt as she waited. The Spiraffe glanced up with surprise at the foreign sound of rubber on asphalt, her eyes widening beneath heavy lashes. "Is that yours?" she gasped with perfect innocence, extending her slender fingers to wrap around the helmet. Were it possible, Amara would no doubt have stars (and possibly hearts) in her eyes; two sleek beasts for one day, she was truly being spoiled.
"It's...perfect, for you," she laughed happily, nodding at his words with a sweet smile. Gathering her hair at the nape of her neck, she carefully placed the helmet over her head, resting it mindfully over her budding horns. "Like this?" she rested her hands upon the base of it, uncertain.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 12:21 am
"One of my only possessions," he chuckled at her astonishment, patting the machine. "- and thank you sweetheart. Yes, like this." He reached out to ensure the helmet's fit around her small face, fingers sliding along her delicate jawline as he did so.
He clicked the visor down and mounted the bike, shifting forward to leave her space. "Hop on." He winked, as the sunlight reflected off the gold of his eyes and the metallic black.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 10:09 am
Lilith watched from the dark shadows of a window and seethed. Amara was so innocent in this, yet she couldn't help feeling utter jealously and despair. She had tried so hard to win Maxwell's heart, but it just wasn't meant to be.
Seeing him slide his masculine arms toward Amara as he caressed her chin made Lilith's blood boil. Those should be her tender caresses, her stolen moments.
As she sat there and fumed, she noticed Colton whisk by in the corner of her eye. What was he up to? He looked as intent on Maxwell and Amara as she. She silently followed...
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 11:38 am
Amara found it easy to tell herself he was just helping adjust the helmet. It was near convincing as well, as her ears were hidden by the helmet and therefore could not lower in flattery. The Spiraffe inwardly delighted at the feeling of his paws - she had a fascination with them as a child, after all - tugging on her strap in absent shyness with a nod. "Okay," she agreed with a demure smile.
The teen lifted a leg precariously, hands on his shoulders for balance until she was seated behind him, quite up close and personal. Resting her hooves on the small grooves meant for feet, she giggled sweetly as she wrapped her arms around his torso. She had to hold onto something, after all! "All set," she informed the jaguar happily, giddy in a way that only a teenager could be at the situation.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 12:07 pm
"Hold tight." He instructed, and started the engine effortlessly - it wasn't long before they were speeding down the road, ruffling his gelled hair.
"It's not much of a joyride," he yelled over the whistle of the wind and the roar of the bike. "It'll be over pretty soon, it's close. Thought it would be more productive than walking, though!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 12:18 pm
The teen certainly held on tightly, especially after the machine started to move. Amara would have known fear in that moment if not for Maxwell; she didn't think she'd ever be used to something else moving her along, as her great legs were meant for such things on their own.
She clung tightly to his back, helmet-clad head over his shoulder, grinning through the visor. "Thank you," she called back in her distinctly softer voice. While she was grateful for the consideration, she couldn't very well explain her gratitude in her light voice over the rush of air.
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