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 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:57 am
(This is an aim-log turned guild rp, just fyi.) Moriko Omori Wearing black on such a hot day might not have been a good idea, even less when the yuni was naturally warm from the licks of magic flame exuding from his body. Long strands of bright orange tail flicked cooly around pale legs, and the timely clicking of hooves on cobbles soothed the acolyte into a numbness as he continued on his errands. A simple black leather pack hung from his shoulder, what could've been a brown paper grocers' bag folded at the top and sitting neatly inside. The yuni walked onwards in the blazing sun, fingers scrabbling at the back of his neck to move straight-trimmed hair away, and then to the tight turtleneck of his shirt and cloak combo. He swore on his grave that if his father ever made him run errands in heat like this again instead of some other, less privelleged altar boy, he'd kill him himself. Or steal the deacon's place. Whichever made him turn worse.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 9:02 am
Sukkubus Sukku did not trust Hugo with Poulain, and rather than leave the two at her apartment and face the consequences of being down a Yuni when she got home, she had dragged them to work with her on an impromptu 'bring your children to work day.' Never mind the fact that Hugo was full grown (only physically) and the last time she had brought him, he had ripped his pants off during an important business dinner. At least he was wearing a sweater this time (five sizes too large in this sweltering heat, she could only wonder where he had gotten it); she figured Poulain could get away with running around, free as a jay bird. "So. Here's ten. Go get an ice cream for Pou and yourself," she had told Hugo, pressing gold pieces into his hand. He had belligerently agreed and dragged Poulain, with much sighing on his part, to the parlor - and only because it had been within view of their guardian. And yet somehow Poulain had ended up clip-clopping his way down the street all by his big-boy self! messy cone in hand. Somewhere between the ice cream parlor and here (for here was where Poupou was!), Hugo had let a ‘get lost’ drop-- and who was the little peach Yuni to deny his most favorite Light ever such a wish? However, well on his way to getting lost in Durem, he bumped into something big and black and-- “My iced cweam!” He tried to paw it off the cloak, hurriedly licking his fingers, oblivious to the fact that it was currently being worn.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 9:03 am
Moriko Omori For a moment, the cold dessert seeping into his cloak was refreshing, though as moments are, it was short lived as soon as the little yuni's hands started grasping. The acolyte dropped cold blue eyes to the would-be stain, nose curling, lips and ears pulling back into an awful grimace. The light almost dropped his pack as he stood there, anger mounting as he watched the tiny pudgy peachy thing smear and lick the cream from his clothing. Disgusting, barbaric. He bet he looked like a demon himself with the increasing glow of flames appearing through the fabric. He forcibly massaged the bridge of his nose with one shaking hand as the other snatched Poulain's chubby wrist, holding the sticky fingers away from him. He examined the little one with a stern gaze. No clothes, slightly unkempt hair complete with grass, twigs, and flowers, dirty around the elbows and knees, and of course, the ice cream... typical child. Where was the guardian? "Boy, I do hope that ice cream was well worth the mess it is making on my cloak. What do you have to say for yourself?" A hint of a snarl was present in Notti's tone as he glared down into that peach, hair-covered face.
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