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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:23 pm
"No, my ears weren't the problem, then. That's my logic," he giggled, one arm sliding away from the lion's shoulders to enable Jazzy to draw circles on Coen's chest with one of his slender fingers. "And you can't change my mind, you're cute and adorable and wondiferous."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:26 pm
"'Wondiferous'? I don't think that's even a word," Coen giggled, looking down at the top of Jazz's head and smiling as the mouse traced circles on his chest. He fell silent for a few moments then spoke up again, resting a big hand on Jazz's left cheek. "Why do you think so highly of me?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:36 pm
"It's my word, so it is a real word," he countered, giggling, continuing to trace circles on the chest of the other. He listened carefully to the lion's question, laying his right cheek on Coen's broad chest as he felt the other's hand on his left cheek. A smile was brought to his face, a slight blush blooming in his cheeks, and the tip of his tail flicked a bit. "That's easy. It's because you're a wonderful person, you're very nice, you're adorable, and many other things. Why shouldn't I think highly of you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:43 pm
"I dunno. Because most people don't?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Because I'm big, most think I'm dumb. Because I'm a lion, they think I'm mean. You even thought so at first. But you changed your tune when you saw me playing with the kid."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:53 pm
He shook his head slightly; as well as he could between the chest and the hand of the big lion. "I didn't think you were mean at first, Coen. I just think that most others who are bigger than me or have sharp claws are scary. I'm scared of a lot of stuff, and lots of other hybrids," he confessed with a nod.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:56 pm
Coen huffed and brought his hand around to poke Jazz's nose. "Ok, let's just stop this. If we continue, we're just gonna keep going 'round and 'round. I'm adorable and so are you. There. But I still get to n** your ears whenever I want, even if they are listeing."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:21 pm
He jerked his head back slightly, not suspecting the poke on his nose, then giggled and wrapped his hand around the lions gently. "Okay then. And fine, you can n** my ears. Does that mean I can stick my tongue out at you?" He asked, peeking up at Coen curiously.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 9:58 pm
"Nope. You're still not allowed to stick your tongue out at me," Coen answered, hiding a grin. And, just to make sure Jazz wouldn't see him smile if he cracked one, the lion drew the mousie into a hug, making the smaller hybrid rest his head against Coen's big barrel chest.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:06 am
"Awww... Fine," he said, attempting a pout, although he couldn't help but giggle, so it didn't really work. He didn't protest to being held closer, and he laid his head on the larger hybrid's chest happily, tail tip twitching behind him. One ear twitched randomly, and the little mouse peeked up at Coen curiously. "If you're allowed to n** my ears whenever you want, what am I allowed to do to you?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:14 am
Coen blinked, caught off guard. "Umm...I dunno. Anything you'd like to do to me?" he asked then blushed and bit his lip, thinking about the vast array of perverted answers to that question.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:41 am
"Ooh.." Hmm... The possibilities were endless with that statement! Jazzy thought really hard on this; all of the evil things he could do to Coen, but which should he do? Hmm.. He decided on the most evil thing his innocent little head could think of: "I can massage you while you lay down whenever I want to, then!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:46 am
Coen stood dumbfounded at first, blushing from his toes to the tips of his ears. Eventually he managed to squeak, "Oh nonono! Not that. Pick somethin' else, please.."
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:02 am
"Bwahahahaha, no. That's what I get to do to you," he grinned, giggling evilly. Well, as evil as he could sound, which wasn't much at all.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:11 am
"Aw, c'mon Mousie! Please?!" he begged, trying to keep the desperation from his voice. He knew he should have just said Jazz could stick his tongue out at him. At least then he wouldn't have to worry about random massage attacks and the resulting tent in his pants. ><;
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:16 am
"No," he said stubbornly, unable to keep himself from grinning or giggling. Coen had asked for it, after all. "Unless..."
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