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 Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 3:26 pm
"I'd say it's probably a combination of both factors," Val said. "I am in a hurry, and you are moving slowly. We'll be home a lot faster if you pick up the pace. I'm certain there's food there."
He was beginning to reach that stage of desperation where social niceties began to fade away from his conversational repertoire. He would not resort to hopping around, grasping his crotch like a child, but he was very, very close to telling his cousin to go on ahead, and that he'd catch up.
"Tell you what. You go on ahead, and I'll catch up with you. There's something I should take care of while I'm out. It'd be better if I didn't have company." It was as delicately as he could think to put it.
A part of his mind wondered how it was that she didn't have to piss like mad. After all, she was smaller, and she had drunk more. He decided it was just one of those unfair things in life and dismissed the thought. He hadn't been trained to hold many ideas at once, and though he could certainly do it to the extent that any sentient creature could, it got a lot harder when it felt like his eyes were turning from red to yellow.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:05 pm
Xee attempted to nod her head slightly at Val, but the tipping of up and down played harsh on her balance and she stopped after a single nod. Once more she attempted to pick up her pace to keep up with Val. At least, until it was that he urged her to head on off ahead of him. With a half cocked wave, off she went. trotting on down the road and...
actually...she felt like she needed to get to a bathroom soon....
So, while it was that val tended to his own needs, Xee realized her's and loped her way towards the House with her thighs pressed just a little tightly together.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 6:46 pm
Relieved, Val returned home. He thought about hurrying to see if he could catch up with Ilmxena, but he was certain she would beat him to the house even if he ran, considering the head start she'd had and the speed at which she had left him. So he returned at a more leisurely pace, allowing the sultry, slightly sulfuric air of his home city to fill his nostrils and his lungs. Visitors to the city complained of the smell or the heat, but he never would. His thoughts as he returned home were vague thoughts of contentment. He loved Llurth Dreir with its geysers and firepits and rivers of magma. It was good to return to the familiar obsidian spires of House Baen'duis and know that he was home, and that soon his sister would come home and all would be well. It was probably the alcohol thinking, but they were pleasant thoughts to fall asleep to.
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