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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:34 pm
He giggled and sat down in his chair. "I'm glad you like it!" He said happily, his tail flicking behind him as he picked up his sandwich and took a bite happily. He wondered what was taking Coen so long, but his delicate ears heard the water from the shower running, and wondered why on earth he'd need to take a shower..? Oh well, it didn't really matter, he decided, taking another bite.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:17 pm
Eli was so involved with his "sammich" that he didn't notice when Coen came in and took a seat. When he finally did notice the lion, he grinned and said, "Eat up yo' g'illed cheeeez sammich or I'ma take it."
Coen, still a little damp from the shower, gasped as if that were the most terrible threat he had ever heard. "Oh Eli! You wouldn't really do that would you?" When the little foxchild nodded, Coen put a hand to his forehead and protended to swoon. "You're such a cruel little fox. I guess I better hurry and eat my g'illed cheeeez sammich then.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:27 pm
Jazz couldn't help but giggle at them both, taking another bite of his 'g'illed cheese sammich.' He swallowed it after a bit of chewing, then put it down to take a sip of his drink. On the thought of drinks, he placed his back on the table and looked at the lion. "What did you want to drink, Coen?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:38 pm
'"Oh...A can of Pepsi would be fine, thanks," Coen answered, not quite meeting Jazz's eyes. He still felt weird about the whole getting wood and then getting caught looking for a bathroom thing...
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:42 pm
"Okay!" He said cheerfully, getting up and dashing to the fridge. He opened it up and bent down, only his tail and feet visible from behind the door. His tail twitched constantly as he looked around for a pepsi, but finally managed to find one. With a successful squeak, he pulled it out and straighted up, then walked to the table, kicking the fridge door closed gently with his foot. He held out the can of pepsi to the bashful lion, tilting his head to the side a bit as his ears twitched. "What's wrong, Coen?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:53 pm
While he waited for Jazz to get him a pepsi, Coen bit into his sandwich and made a yummy noise in the back of his throat. He only wished he could make a grilled cheese sandwich so good. When he heard the mouse's voice, he nearly choked on the mouthful but managed to get it down in time. Clearing his throat, he reached over and took the can of soda. "N-nothing's wrong. And thanks for the pop."
Eli finished his food in record time then set about chugging down the rest of his milk. When he finished, he set the glass down, wiped a paw across his mouth then looked over at the adults, blinking sleepily.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:56 pm
The mouse blinked in slight confusion. "You're welcome. And are you sure? You look kind of uncomfortable.." He suddenly nodded, understanding. Or so he thought. "Oh, I know.. You're just embarassed because you needed to use the bathroom so bad. That's nothing to be embarassed about!" He said cheerfully, then glanced over at the little fox when he heard the yawn. "Aww, are you tired Eli?" He asked, walking towards him and bending over a bit so he was eye-level with the child. "Would you like to take a little nap?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:14 pm
Eli nodded and rubbed at his droopy eyes. "Yush I would," he answered, starting to mumble. Good food always made the poor little guy sleepy.
Glad for the distraction, Coen focused his attention on his sandwich, eating it methodically while Jazz took care of Eli.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:19 pm
"Aww.. Poor little guy.." He carefully picked up the foxchild, holding him carefully, and carried him out of the kitchen and upstairs. He walked into his own room, laying the little fox on his bed, and covered him up. Once sure that the little foxchild was asleep, he tip-toed out of the room and closed the door but left it open a crack, then walked downstairs to re-join Coen in the kitchen. He sat down in his chair and finished his 'sammich' before it got too cold, then downed the rest of his soda, then stood and placed his can, Eli's glass, and their two plates by the sink.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:31 pm
Coen heard Jazz come back into the kitchen but didn't look up. Instead he kept his eyes fastened on his sandwich. He figured it was easier than facing the mouse becuase he knew if he did meet Jazz's eyes, his face would turn a fiery red that his beard wouldn't hide.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:36 pm
Jazz turned to look at Coen curiously, tilting his head to the side a bit. "Coen, is something wrong..? You seem awfully quiet.." He asked, then a thought struck him. "Did I do something wrong...? Is the sammich bad?" He asked, ears drooping slightly, his hands raised to just below his chest and he started to play with his fingers.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:44 pm
Damn. Should have known silence would draw his attention, Coen thought with frustration then he brought his eyes up and smiled at Jazz."No, no. The..'sammich' is excellent. I'm really enjoying it, honest."
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:53 pm
"Oh, okay.." He said with a nod, eyes focused down now, ears still drooping as he played with his fingers. He brought his tail up in front of him and began to play with that instead of his fingers. "Umm.. Did I do something to cause you to be quiet, or upset then..?" He asked, peeking up at the lion shyly, afraid he had caused Coen's discomfort.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:58 pm
He couldn't just let the little mouse worry like that. Sighing, Coen decided to be honest. The lion got to his feet and moved around to wrap a thick arm around Jazz's shoulders. "Well, ya see... Umm, how should I put this? You remember the massage you gave me? Remember the sounds I was making while you were doing that?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:00 pm
A slight blush crept into the mouse's cheek as he felt the strong arm around his shoulders, and he looked up into the lion's eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do. I thought the noises you made were because the massage felt really good.. Were they?" He asked, ears twitching slightly, and he dropped his tail from his hands so it was able to resume its place behind him.
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