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 Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:52 pm
(( Good response! xD <3 ))
Chance smirked when he saw Dante's tail. It was so fluffy! He resisted the urge to stroke it, tilting his head a little at the wolf's question. Honestly... "Anything sounds good right now. I'm starving." He was literally shriveling up and blowing away... well, not really. "I think my stomach is eating itself."
He glanced away from the refrigerator as Anatu came in the room. "Hello, Anatu." He yawned and waved his fingers a little at the tiger as he greeted them. "What!" he mimicked Anatu's shocked tone with a faint grin.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:27 pm
(( X3 <3 ))
The tiger blinked at the uni stopping... "Um... Oh... nothing..." He cleared his throat before moving to the counter space he'd set up already set up.
Dante's ears perked as he glanced at Anatu and Chance curious why they were being so loud. He looked from Chance to the tiger before back to the fridge... "How about...--?" His tail swished behind him as he dug in the fridge.
Anatu's tail flicked, "I made muffins this morning. They're over there," He pointed, " And there's orange juice in the fridge... Im pretty sure there's some berries in there and I made waffles... There's a bunch of other things too..." He was fiddling with getting some cookies started. He'd convinced himself into taking them to Kaspar possibly tonight.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:45 pm
Chance shrugged and looked away from Anatu. He was not worried about it. "All right." Stepping up next to Dante, he peeked into the fridge. "Hmm..." Tail swishing a little, he pulled out some things that looked good including the juice and berries, and some peanut butter from the cupboard. Then he turned back to Anatu. "What's in the waffles and muffins?" Well, if he couldn't eat those, he could grab something else later...
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:54 pm
Anatu glanced at Chance... "Um... well, the muffins I was trying out something new. They're without eggs and butter... They're apple banana and then I tried some vegan blueberry ones. Ive had a few customers request introducing vegan things into the bakery... As far as the waffles go, they're whole wheat, but they still have the normal ingredients in them."
Dante's tail swished as he went to a cupboard and pulled out some plates and then utensils. He'd go for the waffles.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 9:10 pm
Chance lifted a brow at the description of the muffins. How... convenient. "I'll let you know what I think," he said casually. He took a plate from Dante, kissing the side of his cheek and set it down before putting one of each muffin on it. He made a small pile of blueberries and scooped out a spoon of peanut butter, finishing things off with a glass of orange juice. "Can I pour you something to drink?" he asked the wolf.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 9:22 pm
Ears perking he watched Chance a moment. "Are you a vegetarian?" Well... That would make sense, right? He turned the blind eye to Chance's kiss to Dante as he went back to looking over the recipe he had next to him and adding the next ingredient.
Dante murred at the kiss, leaning towards it a little as he found the waffles and put one on his plate. He decided on trying a blueberry muffin, finding he probably should and it probably wouldn't be that bad. "Mm ~ Yes please." He passed his glass to Chance then went for syrup for his waffle. Maybe he'd put some blueberries on it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 9:58 pm
Chance nodded. More precisely, he was an herbivore. It had nothing to do with a lifestyle choice or animal rights and everything to do with what he could eat. He filled up Dante's glass and put the pitcher away, then took his things over to the table to eat.
(( I R unimaginative right now. x_X ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:27 pm
(( XD <3 -luffs anyways- ))
It would have never occurred to Anatu about Chance's predicament. He was a carnivore in all ways. He didn't think he could ever be vegetarian. It was so time consuming... Tail flicking, he continued quietly to work on the cookies, every now and then looking over the recipe, then over to the clock.
Dante finished fixing up his waffle, putting some blueberries on it, then syrup, before grabbing his glass and fork and making his way over to the table where he sat next to Chance. Looking over at Anatu as he set his plate down he asked, "You're making more?"
"Hmm?" The tiger glanced over his shoulder at Dante then back down. "Oh, um.. sort of. I have a few things I wanted to try today since its a day off..." Which was really a lie considering he'd made these cookies a dozen times. It was only the muffins he'd never made before.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:46 pm
Chance listened with one ear since the conversation did not really concern him. It was a little strange that he would be doing all this baking at home, instead of at the shop, unless this was typical... He considered that for a moment as he ate. Anatu seemed like a baking machine or something. Ah well, to each his own... "These muffins aren't half bad," he remarked. "What did you substitute the butter and eggs with?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:53 pm
Anatu looked at Chance and gave a small smiled, "Im glad you like them... The apple ones get I used apple juice and fruit. And the blueberry ones, I used some soy powder and water... I had to do some research on egg substitution. It... was interesting..." Heh... He wasnt about to make a habit of substituting what he thought was a necessary baking ingredient.
Dante listened as he started to eat his own breakfast.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:07 pm
"Hm," Chance nodded along with his noncommittal reply. Well the result was pretty good. Nice to know he could eat a muffin without worrying about getting ill, or going out only to pay exorbitant amounts for one that caters to alternate palates. He wasn't going to go to Anatu's shop just to get a muffin though, unlike his son...
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:58 pm
Anatu's tail flicked lightly as he turned back to the cookies, moving to get a cookie sheet, and started to put them on. He stopped only to turn the oven on so it could preheat, seeing as he had forgotten to do so.
Dante's tail swished behind him a bit as he murred, "Thanks for making breakfast, Anatu..."
Tiger's ears perking he looked at Dante, a bit shocked. It wasn't often that Dante would thank him. "Oh... You're welcome..."
Nearly done with the waffle on his plate, the wolf sipped at his orange juice, before trying a muffin, quietly contemplating it. "Not bad..." It wasn't aimed at anyone directly, more general.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 8:15 pm
Chance looked up at Anatu when Dante thanked him. It was not as if the tiger had cooked this for them in particular, but it was indeed nice to have it here. They might have both collapsed into semi-comatose states and no one would want that... well maybe Karauagh would if he happened upon them, but he may as easily have done something rude and inhospitable as well... "Yes, thank you Anatu," he echoed sincerely, "it turned out really nice."
Of course it had, this was Anatu's cooking in question...
It was not long before that bizarrely warm and fuzzy feeling with Dante the nights before began to wear off. He had a strict habit of fleeing the scene before his partner even woke up. So far he had broken this habit... most if not every time he had been with Dante. That fact was still unfathomable to him, but the fact remained that awkwardness had set in for him, that which he did not want to deal with: the what now?
He could answer that without even batting an eye. He could leave.
The unicorn took his empty dishes to the sink and rinsed them off. He stole a glance back toward the front door then back at Dante, undecided.
Okay, he had batted an eye. But that did not change anything. "Well..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:31 pm
Dante's tail swished as he finished too, following Chance's example with the clean up. Stretching a bit, he glanced at the unicorn as he washed his hands... "Well..." He turned off the water and dried his hands on a towel before going over to Chance.
Glancing over his shoulder at Anatu, he led the other from the kitchen, "You're not thinking of leaving are you?" Of course, he wouldn't keep the other from leaving... It was understandable if Chance wanted to go, but he never knew when he'd run into the other again.
He wrapped and arm around the other give Chance a small hug kissing the unicorns cheek.
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((Okay ~ Im time lapsing for Anatu xD It's up you where the other two end up, either is fine... We could do the whole thing with Kas being all 'have you seen my dad' when Anatu goes over... And you dont HAVE to wrap it up with your post, we could do a couple more if need be...
We'll just say Anatu made the cookies and left xD <3 Oh wait... no... new ARRIVAL! ;D <3
Okay... so should I put in the tiger boy or have Anatu just be flustered? xD))
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:28 am
(( We can do a split roleplay like this if you like, where the two parts possibly move at different speeds, as long as they end up in the same place. You have Anatu and Idris to deal with, I have Kas and... Emory to deal with. o: <3 ))
Chance was a little surprised to be lead out of the kitchen almost abruptly. Wearing an appropriate expression, he waved briefly to Anatu and watched Dante. His ears swiveled backward a little in his indecision. Was he leaving? Well... Numbly, he hugged Dante then buried his nose in the wolf's hair. What was he going to do? "Are you inviting me to stay?"
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Admittedly, Kaspar was probably being a little hennish with the pie Anatu had left him. It was still in his room so that no one else could eat it. Unfortunately, with only one person eating it... he pretty much had to eat nothing but.
Mor had gotten a little worried; Kaspar was apparently not eating but he seemed like he wasn't losing any weight... Of course when asked about it, the angel did not want to explain himself. Probably equally upsetting if only for its timing was Chance's absence the past few days. If something did not change, the tabby was considering removing the angel's restriction simply because he had suffered enough... But he would have preferred Chance himself do it.
Someone else had taken note of Kaspar's strange behavior. That someone knew just what was going on and "watched" from his usual place outside with a small smirk on his face. He saw little as he was not the type to actually peep into people's windows, but he knew how to keep a look out.
Early that afternoon, Emory finally dropped out of his favorite tree and padded softly up to Kaspar's window. The angel had opened it only moments before. Rapping lightly on the glass, the squirrel waited for a response.
The squirrel was met with a look of surprise followed closely by suspicion. "What do you want?"
"I want a piece of your apple pie," Emory grinned craftily.
"What are you talking about?" Kaspar scowled.
Sighing, Emory pointed inside to where the angel's desk would be. He could not see it, but he knew where it was. "The pie that was delivered two nights ago. That's what I'm talking about." Emory was gratified by the angel's look of horror. "Come on. I know what happened... and if you don't want something to come of it, you'll give me a piece!"
The angel's face, although a little pasty from eating too many sweets and not enough of anything else, managed to flush deeply. How much had he seen..? He frowned. "Is that all you want?"
"Well..."
"Well what?" Kaspar did not like the impatience and nervousness welling up inside. This feeling of entrapment was alien and unwelcome.
"I bet your... friend... does a lot of baking. I want some every time he brings it over."
Kaspar's wings flared a little. That was the problem. They were his! He felt extremely protective of them... even if they were pastries... they were from Anatu. "N--"
"Before you answer, I will give you a little leeway. I promise to only take one piece of pie, one cookie, that sort of thing." I want to see you get ill from your gluttony, he added silently to himself.
"Why do you care anyway? You're always outside. Have a sweet tooth nobody knew about?" Kas smirked faintly out of spite.
"Hmph. Hardly. I just want to make you squirm, just like you've been doing."
"What is your problem anyway? I never did anything to you."
The squirrel glared at Kaspar as he folded his arms across his chest. Emory put a hand on his hip. "Actually, there is something I want you to do."
"Well, what is it? You want to sleep in my bed and make me sleep on the floor?"
"Ooh, that is tempting. But if I wanted a bed I would have been using one, now wouldn't I?" He shook his head. "I want you to stay away from Agios."
Kaspar stared at him in obvious confusion. "My brother?"
"Come on." Emory was not amused. "I understand it's not your fault, but you know he doesn't really see you that way."
"Well fine, take him. All I've ever thought of him is as my brother."
"That doesn't keep him away, does it?" Emory's smile was acidic. "Discourage him anyway you can."
The angel snorted. "I do try..."
"Try harder."
"Maybe you should try harder," Kaspar retorted. He did not care if he was being argumentative. This discussion was ridiculous. Stay away from his own brother? So what if they weren't related? They had been raised as brothers... "If you want Agios to notice you, why don't you show him how you feel?"
"Well..." Emory frowned slightly. He had felt like an outsider inside the family for years. He really was not sure how. How does one approach someone they have been watching from afar? How does one explain what one sees in common with the other, when they are so very different? "I want you to help me do that. That's my demand in return for my silence. And the pie." Now the squirrel had crossed his arms defiantly.
Kaspar sighed and disappeared inside. It was his cover for the smirk spreading across his face. At least he knew where Emory stood. When he returned to the window, he carried a piece of pie on a plate. It was his last piece and he parted with it reluctantly. "Fine."
Emory smirked. "Pleasure doing business with you."
The angel disappeared back inside and nearly slammed the window shut. It was a balmy if not outright hot day... but he did not want to deal with Emory while he tried to think of a way to make him appealing to his brother. He'd open the window later when it cooled down a bit...
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