[DRP] Annabel Lee (Horace + others)

[The Semblance of Unity]

The mature, adult thing to do

"Hello, Hattie." He set his notebook aside, the page scrawled over and over in shorthand: the same words, Jan's words. "It's not morning, you know." He started to shift, to allow her more room on his bed - he was used to her bony weight on the bed next to him - but she flopped onto him instead and he squeaked in protest.

He almost squeaked again when she smooched him. "H-harley, what're you doing?"

enoh love

 

[Enoh Love]

The mature, adult thing to do

"Nothing!" She cackled out, and turned his head to press a matching kiss on the other side of his face. After that, it was a series of quick, pressing kisses all over his face; his nose, forehead, chin, everywhere but his lips, until his face was littered with randomly placed red kiss marks.

When she was done, she leaned back just enough to tilt her head at him, and admire her work, her lips much duller now, the colour having been kissed away. Her grin however, remained as vibrant as ever.

"Perfect!"

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[The Semblance of Unity]

Grey Dragon

Jello or Candy?

"Oliver," Horace said seriously. It was, after all, much easier to focus on others and their issues than himself. "Do I have to learn to cook just so you'll be properly fed? I can really only make a couple of things now..." He patted Oliver's hair.  

[Grey Dragon]

Jello or Candy?

"I-I eat enough," Oliver replied meekly, submitting to the soft petting. It wasn't like he was starving, in fact he had managed to gain some weight since arriving on the island. It would have been a lie to say that was due to his eating habits though, the dense muscle tissue had merely replaced softer indications of his previously gentle lifestyle.

The boy managed a small, sniffly smile. "B-besides, I know how to cook some things, so it's okay."

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[Huni Pi]

Late

Joy only shrugged sheepishly, "Eh, tried to get into people's good graces so's I could maybe get to make something from home. KP's not so bad but I think I'm never gonna get the smell of food outta my clothes. Or hair," she bemoaned, making a face and sniffing at a lock of dark hair to make her point.

Her attention focused once again on Horace, and her face cracked into a wide smile, "What? You did a Tarzan? Shet that must have been hilarious as ********! Was it a big and thick vine?" Her chin was in her hands, elbows resting on the bed, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

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