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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:37 pm
Calder beamed, proud of his cooking though he knew he wasn't half as good as others. Still, he was pleased with how it turned out. The sauce had just enough tang from the venom from the snakes without having turned bitter or taking away from the taste. He took another bite and listened as Barth started to compliment him.
Oh, he liked this conversation.
"Don't forget braiding." He pointed out, reminding Barth of the time he braided his hair. "I'm also a great listening, and a great sleeping buddy. I also know how to do laundry." He was just helping him, but was waiting for something...more to this string of conversation.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 1:15 pm
Barth's face furrowed in a concerned way at braiding. "No, mustn't forget that."
He acknowledged the other points with a smile.
"Maybe the most important skill set, sleeping."
His expression became more serious.
"Now, as for the more physical affection, kissing and so forth, I'm afraid it's just not up to par."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 7:35 pm
"WHAT? I'm a GREAT kisser!" He was utterly offended that Barth would say such a thing.
And then he frowned, lowering his fork.
"You don't like how I kiss?" Was this why he wasn't going as far as Freya and Herryk? Because Barth couldn't even stand how badly he kissed? Was he THAT bad? Oh My Jack, what if he was just a horrible kisser that it made Barth sick and not want to kiss him and that's why they didn't even get so far as other people because he was regretting even being with such a lame boilfriend as Calder?!!!!
The kelpie's expression continued to crease in concern.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:25 pm
Barth hid a smile at Calder's assertion that he was, in fact, a GREAT kisser, and concentrated on giving him a severe look over his buttered roll. "Well it's not bad, I mean I like it, but as it stands...it's a skill set of yours that could stand more practice."
He leaned back, enjoying another bite of snake.
"I'm not saying that I'm an expert. Admittedly, I could stand some practice too."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:31 pm
Calder was about to say something, opened his mouth, when he caught on.
And then a slow smile came on his face as he settled in his seat, smiling over his spoon as he looked over at the boil. He got it now. It took a moment for his concern to be set aside to actually get what was going on.
"Oh, well..." Calder moved his spoon about his bowl, picking out a few of the vegetables. "....I guess if it really is something I need to work in, I'd have to work REALLY hard on it. Now that I think about it, I'm probably really, really bad at it. It could take me a lot of time learning how to get better." He looked around as if searching for something. "I wonder who I could practice with? I'd need someone handsome, with soft lips, and plenty of time on his claws to help me."
He paused, and then snapped his fingers, looking back at Barth. "You think Malodore is free?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:22 pm
"Very hard," Barth agreed.
"Oh, Malodore's probably free. Unfortunately lacking in the soft lips department, though. Hmm~mm, that's a very specific set of conditions. If you did manage to find a practice partner...or find yourself with one due to certain obligatory wish fulfillment, did you have any specific techniques in mind that needed attention?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:03 pm
"Oh yes. I forgot. Beaks don't seem that soft. Drats. I'd have to find someone else with soft lips." He tapped the tip of his cleaned spoon on his chin. "I suppose I'd want someone who could at least open their mouth. Nothing sewn. I'd certainly needed to have someone open to teach me a few techniques, if not invent a few of our own. Oh, and after the kissing that I'm lacking in, we can't forget the so forth that you mentioned. Plenty of that. Then after a while, I'd want practice on the so on after the so forth. It just seems right."
Calder took another bite, thinking it over, before smiling at their little game to look at Barth. "You know me so well, I think I'd need someone like you who'd be able to tell me where I'd need to improve. Do you have any brothers who are free tonight?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:01 pm
Barth managed suavely until the mention of so forth, at which subject he began to look flustered.
"Oh no, they're all err- all probably quite busy tonight. I suppose you're just- entirely out of options. Which is a shame. Especially with the err- so forth, and so on. And...possibly et cetera?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:12 pm
Calder pressed a hand dramatically at his chest. "Et Cetera? Mr. Barth, I wouldn't know you were into such a thing." He licked his spoon before fishing for another bite. "....I suppose that answers who I'm going to practice with." Oh, this was such a fun game! He wanted more of it!
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:22 pm
"Oh, well, maybe not et cetera," Barth blushed.
While Barth did not do anything quickly, he did find himself enjoying dinner a shade less slow in pace. He was careful about how much he ate. Sleeping after a big meal was one of his favorite perks of his father's dinner table, but for once, he very much wanted to forestall that effect.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:35 pm
Calder flustered a bit in turn. Yes. That 'et cetera' had been in jest, and he hoped that Barth wasn't pressured. It was...a ways down the road, and he was very happy with not rushing. There was still so much he wanted to do.
Dinner continued in the fashion of light teasing and playfulness, and soon Calder set the dishes in the sink to soak, knowing he could get to them later as Barth wouldn't, and then reached back into basket. "I made one last thing. It's your birthday after all, and no...birthday...would be complete.." Calder seemed to be struggling with something, before he pulled out a very blobbish pile on a platter. "...with a cake!"
It seemed the kelpie wasn't as experienced in baking as he was in cooking. The rolls had turned out nicely, but it seemed a cake was not a area he was familiar with.
Set on the table, the mound jiggled, seeming more like a slightly solidified goo with green frosting, far too thing, melting on top. Sprinkles had them been added in the shape of bones. It still jiggled long after Calder set it on the table. Seeing as there was no undead about, Calder then shoved some candles one by one into the goo, all of which started to tilt meaning that Calder had to then readjusted them to stand up straight. After he felt he had timed them all right, he lit them and shoved the now alight blob over to the boil. "Now you can make that wish!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 10:04 pm
Barth resisted the urge to take a small taste of the melting icing with one claw. The cake, as far as he was concerned, was fine. The oozing quality made it all the more appetizing. The last time he had tried to make a cake, the boogeymen thought there had been a murder.
To celebrate birthdays, his family had...less sweet traditions.
"Is this an aloud sort of wish or a private sort of wish?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 8:29 am
Calder was grabbing a knife to cut the cake - not that it would matter. They could probably eat the goo with spoons. At the question, he paused. "I don't know. We don't do this sort of thing back home. My dad likes to during his birthday, but we usually throw a little party. My birthdays are nothing like this, but I thought this was what demons did." At least that's what looking on the Web told him. "I guess....it's up to you." He did sort of hope it was an out loud wish. "I mean...if you want to keep it all to yourself." He muttered.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:37 pm
Some demons, that was true.
"Yes, it's very thoughtful," Barth said. "I think wishes are a kind of magic, but I haven't done much studying in them. And a wish offered from a very good friend on an important day..." Barth tapped his claw to his chin. It was tricky. Things never turned out how you planned, for better or worse, and magic of this kind always had a certain sense of irony.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:01 am
"Magic? Oh, I hope it's not the bad kind." He looked at the cake, frowning a bit. Maybe the cake and wish was a bad idea. He didn't want anything dangerous happening. "I'm.....sure it will be fine." He glanced up, unsure.
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