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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:22 pm
"I'm thinking about leaving either way." Arrow grumbles again. "Even Tobio wasn't this bad when she was a hatchling."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:26 pm
::!!:: Lyr sends to both of them, ::Lyr be quiet!::
"Good." Fox says, satisfied that the falcon will behave... at least for a little while. Of course, then he remembers the situation his boyfriend and him had been in when they were interruupted, and blushes a bit again, remembering the feel of Arrow's tongue against his lips... he looks away a bit, "Uh.. s-so what about supper then?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:27 pm
Arrow shoots Fox a half grin. "It's about time I go and pick it up anyway." he says. "You stay here with featherhead." he points to lyr. "and I'll be right back."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:30 pm
"All right." Fox is a little relieved, but maybe a little disappointed at the same time. not to mention he's not entirely thrilled at having to stay with the bird.
As soon as arrow leaves, Lyr starts nagging Fox, wanted the adept to pet it again like he had the night before. After a while, it was more effort than it was worth trying to refuse, so Fox just gives in and strokes the chest feathers. Actually, petting the falcon was sort of nice... it's more or less the rest of the bird that he finds annoying.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:33 pm
Arrow walks to the mess tent, grumbling the whole time about evil narcissistic bondbirds. He picks up food for both he and Fox and upon a whim, grabs a bottle of weak, yet tasty wine to share. He meanders back to the house, wanting to stay away from Lyr but also wantin to spend some time with Fox.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:34 pm
Lyr had some kind of secret strategy to try and make people want to keep him happy. He was annoying as hell when ignored, but entirely charming when one pays attention to him. Fox wouldn't admit it outloud, or in mindspeach, but the damn falcon might have been growing on him, just a little.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:36 pm
Arrow finally arrives at home only to see Fox catering to the damned bird's wishes, again. He sighs. Now he's actually hoping that Fox won't bond to Lyr because the bird is damned annoying. He sets the food and wine down and walks over to Fox.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:37 pm
Fox stands up, ignoring the falcon's indignant squawk of protest to the end of t he petting, "Welcome back. What's for supper?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:40 pm
Arrow tells Fox about what he picked up and motions to the wine as well. "It won't be quite as romantic as that one night but... it'll have to do." he says sheepishly. "Hopefully bird brain over there won't bug us too much."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:42 pm
"...I bribed him. I told him I'd pet him more later if he behaved now." Fox replies. Arrow may be annoyed by the antics of the falcon, but at least Lyr hadn't decided he *liked* him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:44 pm
Arrow smiles at Fox. Maybe he wasn't as innocent as everyone though. Bribing was pretty underhanded... "Then let us retire to the kitchen." he says, picking up the food bag and the wine. He puts an arm on Fox's shoulder and leads him out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:46 pm
Fox allows himself to be led into the kitchen. He thinks he prefers this to the ultra romantic version. A candle lit dinner is a bit... much. Something more casual like this is better.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:48 pm
Arrow set out plates, silverware and glasses and then partitions out the food. He sits down and motions for Fox to do the same. "Wine? It's not strong." he says.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:50 pm
"I guess if it's not strong then I can have a little." Fox replies. With such a small frame, it doesn't take much alcohol to get to him, so the adept usually just doesn't drink.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:52 pm
Arrow pours him some and smiles. "I know you don't like to drink. I made sure that there was so little alcohol in this that it wouldn't even get you drunk." he says. He pours himself some and takes a sip.
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