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Etah walked through the woods, his wings folded against his back. He was still adjusting to his new body, and having hair. Before he came to thing island, he had been a two legger. So not much difference there. But, he didn't have hair before, or hands. He lifted a hand wiggled his fingers.

Harold sighed, walking alone and wishing it was summer. Winter was killing him, sort of, and everything looked so desolate and lonely, and that was just how he felt. He had been seeing less and less of Syd, and now that Orri was a teenager, he didn't need to be with him so much.

At the sound of a sigh, Etah stopped walking and flicked one of his ears. He let his hand dropped and looked around for the source.

Though he was looking down for most of his walk, the second he looked up, he saw Etah. He slowed down, thinking that there was something oddly familiar about the red figure.

Etah slowly smirked when he saw Harold. He wondered if the other male recognized him. Practically radiating arrogance, he began to walk over to Harold.

Harold stopped for a moment, biting the inside of his lip as he realized who he was. He blushed slightly, "Etah..." He muttered, smiling lightly.

"Harold." Etah could admit to himself that he was a little disappointed that Harold had recognized him so fast. He had been hoping to mess with him a little.

Harold looked rather pleased, Etah wore this new form so well. But, he decided not to make it too obvious, "You look...good."

Etah blew his bangs out his eyes, then smirked again. He crossed his arms in an arrogant manner. "Are you saying that I didn't before?"

Harold shook his head, "No! Not at all..." He said, "You looked good before...now...you look better..." He sighed, not really sure how to explain himself.

"A month?!" For that brief moment, Etah didn't exude his usual aura of arrogance. Instead, he just looked stupefied.

Harold nodded, "Yeah..." He shrugged, "I was almost starting to miss you."

Etah's smirk returned, along with his arrogance. "Almost?" He shook his head, unknowingly causing his hair to swish in a flirtatious manner. "It's alright Harold, you can admit that you missed my company."

Harold blushed slightly, watching Etah's hair. "No..." He said, somewhat defensively. "I had more than enough individuals to keep me company."

"Yes, but you didn't have my company." Etah frowned and growled. He shoved his hair out of his face again, only to have it tumble back.

Harold frowned, looking away from Etah and shoving his hands in his pockets nervously. "Well..." He bit his lip again, "How're you, anyways?"

"Hungry." Etah yanked on his hair, only to his in pain. "How can you people stand this stuff?!"

Harold chuckled sofly, "Want something to keep it out of your eyes?"

"Yes!" Etah's accent began to slip out, causing an almost buzzing sound to leak into his voice.

Harold pulled up his bag and opened it, digging through and pulling out some hair ties, some orange, some red, as well as other colors. "Here..." He held them out to him.

Etah took the hair tie and stared at it, not sure what to do with it. Looks at Harold, but saying nothing. To proud to ask for help or about what he's supposed to do with it.

Harold flicked an ear, and sighed, taking it back. "Turn around..."

Reluctantly, Etah turned so that his back was to Harold.

Harold gently pulled Etah's hair back into a pony tail, and carefully wrapped the tie around his hair, "There..."

Etah grunted out a thanks. A small part of him wishing that Harold would keep messing with his hair. "How come you don't wear your's like this?"

He shrugged, "I do when I paint..." He muttered, "And sometimes in the summer." Truth was, he didn't like how he looked with a pony tail, and usually only wore them in private. "Anyways...want to go get something to eat?"

"Lead the way." Etah gestured with a hand.

Harold bit his lip and turned, leading the way to his house. "What do you want?"

"Anything." It was true, Etah really could go for anything. He figured that'd be because he hadn't eaten in a month.

Harold thought for a moment, "Well...what do you want?"

I said anything," grunted Etah, more preoccupied with watching Harold's rear than thinking about food.

Harold jumped slightly, "Oops..." He looked a little panicked, blushing, "I-I-I mean...what do you...like?" He bit his lip, his flub up was enough for him to dwell on it all night, "Sorry..."

"I like everything," mumbled Etah. He sighed, then added. "Prefer vegetables to meat." He said it like it was some dirty little secret of his.

Harold thought, "Vegetables...alright..." He said, as they got to the house. He opened the door, walked into the kitchen and set down his bag on the counter, "Hmm..." He ran a hand through his hair, not really sure what to make.

Etah followed behind Harold at a content pace, continuing to stare at Harold's a**.

He ran a hand through his hair and looked over to Etah, "Is fruit alright...?" He asked, as he looked in the fridge and realized the only vegetable they had was cabbage and potatoes.


"Fruits fine." Etah prowled around the kitchen, poking at some of the electronics.

Harold grinned, taking out some dried fruit, sugar, a pot, and potato flour. "You can sit down if you want..." He said, filling the pot with water.

Etah leaned against the counter. "No, I'd rather watch."



Harold shrugged, "Can't say it'll be too interesting..." He plopped the dried fruit into the water and set it on the stove, waiting for the fruit to get soft. Once it did, he poured in a bit of flour and sugar, and stirred it.

Etah watched Harold, his mind beginning to wander. He wondered what all he had missed while he was out.

Harold scooped out the concoction into two bowls. He grabbed two spoons and set them on the table, before going and grabbing some cream and setting it between the two bowls. "Alright..." He said, sitting in front of one of the bowls.

Etah shrugged and took the other seat. He spooned up some and sniffed at it. Experimentally, he tasted it.

Harold bit his lip, looking up at Etah for a few moments, "It's...alright if you don't like it..." He said, taking some cream and pouring it into his soup, "I didn't like it at first..."

Harold grinned, proud of himself. "Uhm...want some?" He asked, pushing it towards him.

Harold took a bite of the soup and raised a brow, "Uhm...cream..." He said, "You know, from a cow?

"What's a cow?" Etah picked up the thing of cream to look into. Like he did with the soup, he sniffed at the cream.

Harold though for a moment, "Well...it's an animal...that makes milk..." He took a napkin and a pen that was on the table and doodled a cow on it, and then slid it over to Etah, "Like that..."

"It looks like a milktank," said Etah as he looked at the doodle. Decided to give it a try, he poured a bit of cream into his soup.

Harold flicked an ear, "Milktank...?" He chuckled slightly, "Well...cows...are like...tanks...of milk...so..." He bit his lip and shrugged, "Maybe they're the same thing?" He sighed, and the went back to eating.

"Are cows pink?" Etah went back to eating his soup. He frowned after he swallowed. Were there perhaps creatures like him in Harold's world too?

"Paint them?" Etah poked at a hunk of fruit. "Why would someone paint an animal?"

Harold shrugged, "I don't know..." He said, taking another bite, "It seems rather cruel to me, though..."

"If Ishie ever tries to paint me pink I'll got him," grumbled Etah. He scooped up the piece of fruit he was poking and ate it.

Harold shook his head, "Eh...you wouldn't look good in pink anyways..." He said, eating some more.

"Glad you agree with me." Etah stirred his soup, then smirked slowly.

Harold swallowed his bite, and flicked an ear at the smirk, wondering what was going through Etah's head.

Etah looked at Harold and continued to smirk as he said nothing.

Harold bit his lip, and quickly, yet nervously, continued eating.

"Do I make you uncomfortable Harold?" Etah ate at a leisurely pace.

Harold blinked, finding the question a bit odd, "No..." He mumbled, blushing a bit. He wanted to say something else, but he decided it sounded like something out of a cheesy romance novel, and he bit his lip, keeping it all in.

"You sure?" Finished with his soup, Etah pushed he bowl away. He leaned back and crosses his ankles. "I am essentially a naked man, in your kitchen."

Harold chuckled, "I'm sure..." He stood and took the bowls and put them in the sink, and then put back the cream. "It's not the first time it's happened, so..." He shrugged, starting to wash the bowls.

"You've had other naked men in your kitchen?" Etah's brow went up in interest. "Is this a habit of yours?"

Harold smirked, "Uhm...we just got drunk...and...well..." He bit his lip, blushing slightly and scrubbing the dishes. "We woke up naked...in the kitchen..."

Etah's other brow went up in interest. "How interesting...where do you keep the alcohol?"


Harold pointed to a cabinet next to him, "Why...?"

"Because I have the sudden desire to get you drunk." Etah smirked wickedly. "Don't know why though."

Harold blushed, looking at him while drying off the bowls, "Uhm..." He looked a little nervous, but he sighed, opening the cabinet, "Help yourself..."

Etah pushed away from the table and went over to peer into the cabinet. Truth be known, he didn't know anything about alcohol.

Harold put the bowls aside and looked into the cabinet with Etah. After a few moments, he pulled out a big bottle of tequila, and two shot glasses, "Lets play a game..."

"What kind of game?" Etah eyes the tequilla, his ears perking slightly.

Harold smirked and took the bottle and glasses and placed them on the table, "It's easy." He said, "We each take turns taking shots, and whoever gets drunk first looses."

"Sounds easy enough." Etah reclaimed his seat and smirked in a confident manner. He tapped the table. "Serve it up bar keep."

Harold sat and poured an equal amount in each glass, and took one, handing the other to Etah.

Etah took the glass and sniffed at the contents. His tongue darted out for a test taste. He wasn't so sure if he liked this. But he shrugged, and drank it down.

After Etah took his, Harold drank it all without any hesitation. He winced slightly at the bitter taste, but, quickly went back to pouring more.

Etah's stomach rolled in protest, but in no time it settled again. He set the glass on the table and stared at Harold.

Harold flicked an ear and poured another glass for Etah, watching him.

Etah took his glass and held it between two claws. "What?"

Harold shook his head, "Nothing, just go."

Continuing to watch Harold, Etah sipped down the tequilla. Slowly, he was becoming used to the taste.

Harold placed the glass to his lips, and tilted it back, swallowing it all in one big gulp. He shivered slightly, and set down his glass, pouring himself some more.

Etah held his glass out to Harold, his flicking behind him.

Harold poured some into Etah's glass, but, instead of waiting for him to go this time, he flicked his ears and took his shot.

Etah's ears perked when Harold went first. He slowly sipped his while watching the other male closely.

Harold had already forgotten about the rules, and, with his tail swishing slowly behind him, he poured another, drinking it down, and then poured some more.

This time, Etah didn't hold out his glass for more. He just watched Harold with interest. "You done with the game?"

Harold, in the midst of pouring himself more, looked up at Etah, and then down to his glass, blinking. "Oh no..." He mumbled, his words slurred, and with his accent added, he sounded almost like he was speaking gibberish, "I lost..."

"What was that?" Etah flicked an ear and set his glass down. He rested his chin in his hands and eyes Harold. Some strands of his hair falling free from the tie and falling into his face.

He looked into his glass, "I lost...I stopped taking turns, and..." He quickly drank down the shot that he had poured himself, "And...and..." He blinked, looking up to Etah, "What?"

"Nothing." Etah smirked in victory and sat back in his seat.

Harold grinned, tapping his fingers on his glass, "I like your hair..."

Etah blinked in surprise at the comment. He reached up the tug on the strands that were hanging in front his face. "You like this?"

Harold nodded, his tail wagging behind him, "Yeah..." He mumbled, running his finger over the edge of the glass, "It's pretty..."

Not sure if he liked having any part of him considered pretty, Etah shrugged. He scootched closer to Harold, his accent slipping out. "Would you like to touch it again Harold?"

Harold nodded slowly, and cautiously slinked a hand up to Etah's head, taking out the tie, and running his hand through it.

Etah smirked as his hair tumbled down to hang over his shoulders and in his his face. Though Harold was only playing with his hair, he swore the simple touches were sending tingles all the way down to his toes.

Harold sighed, blushing slightly as he curled Etah's hair around his fingers, before letting his hand slide down, "It's lovely..." He muttered, smiling softly.

Etah felt a tinge of disappointment when Harold's hand fell away from his hair. He sighed, then blinked at Harold's smile.

Harold sat back, biting his lip again, "Uhm..we should...do...something." He muttered, looking at Etah and flicking an ear.

"Like what?" Etah raised a browwhile staring at Harold. His accent out to stay.

Harold shrugged, "Anything..." He said, looking Etah over, "Whatever...you want."

"Whatever I want?" Etah slowly smirked. "You already know what I want Harold. I've made no secret of it."

Harold smirked, "Well, then..." He said, standing.

Etah's eyes briefly widened in shock as he stared up at Harold. But his smirk quickly returned as he stood up.

Harold turned, leaving the booze and glasses on the table, and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Etah followed behind Harold, watching his a** as they walked up the stairs.

Harold turned down the hall way and and enter into a room with dark navy blue walls, paint splattered on various places on the floor and very little furnishings. There was a coffin-like cello case propped up against one wall, a bed in the middle, barely big enough for two people, and an easel with several sizes of canvas and small boxes of paints surrounding next to it.
Harold flicked an ear, and walked over to sit on his bed, fidgeting slightly.

Etah looked over the room and raised a brow. He didn't join Harold on the bed as his wings shifted against his back. Instead he walked over to stand by him.

Harold bit his lip and looked up at Etah, "So..." He muttered, his tail flicking beside him.

"Nice room." Etah looked down at Harold, then gestured. "Sit back."

Harold shrugged, "Thanks." He blinked and lounged back, letting out a quiet sigh.

Without hesitation, Etah slipped down and straddled Harold's waist. "Going to shy on me again Harold?"

Harold blinked as he was straddled, blushing, and he smirked, "Of course not..." He said, his hands sliding and resting on Etah's thighs.

"Good." Etah leaned down till his nose was touching Harold's. His hands planted on either side of Harold. "I fail at seduction."

Harold shuddered slightly as Etah's nose touched his, and he smiled, "So do I..." He said, shrugging. He leaned up very slightly, and kissed Etah lightly on the lips.

Etah's stomach jumped at the kiss. He smirked and murmmured against Harold's lips, "How fortunate for you, I don't need seducing." He pressed his lips against Harold's for a more firm kiss.

Harold returned the kiss rather passionately, his hands trailing up and running through Etah's hair.

-fast forward through the dirty parts like they did in middle school!-

Etah was sprawled out on Harold's bed, his hair sexily tossled. A buzzing purr of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. And his orange eyes dimly glowed with pleasure.

Harold flopped down next to Etah, blushing, and grinning, satisfied with what had happened. He felt dizzy though, and closed his eyes. The good thing about being drunk, he thought, was that even if someone had come home and heard them, he didn't care one bit.

Etah eyed Harold from behind his bangs. His wings flexed as he shifted towards the other male, biting back a wince as pain shot up from certain areas. "You going to puke on my now?"

Harold opened his eyes and looked over to Etah, "No, I'll be fine..." He scooted closer to Etah, and sighed.

"Good." Etah closed his eyes and burrowed his face into Harold's bed. Taking in the other male's scent, he smirked. "Not even you could hold sexual appeal while regurgitating your dinner."

Harold stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, and then just started cracking up. He spent a few moments laughing, before mumbling a small, "Wait..." And then, all of a sudden, he looked very sad.

Etah watched Harold, wondering if what he said was really that funny. Or if Harold was just really drunk. He blinked at the sudden mood change. "...What?"


Harold frowned, "You said I'm ugly when I'm puke..." He looked genuinely hurt, though, normally he wouldn't care, everyone looked ugly when they puked. He whimpered for a few minutes before sighing and running a hand through his hair.


"No, I said you wouldn't want to be sexually appealing." Etah reached up and poked at Harold's cheek with a claw. Then stroked it down his cheek. "But that'd be because I'd rather slip to swapping saliva, not somewhat digested food chunks."

Harold thought for a moment, "Oh..." He shivered slightly as he felt the claw, and he shifted and gave Etah a light kiss.

Etah rolled his eyes at the soft kiss, but waited several moments before sliding his hand back to cup the back of Harold's head. His claws tangled in Harold's hair as he pulled the other male in for a much harder kiss.

Harold let out a small noise of surprise, but he relaxed and sighed, returning the kiss and wrapping an arm around his neck.

Etah nipped at Harold's bottom lip and tugged on it before pulling back. He licked his own lips and smirked in a smug manner.

Harold blushed as his lip was bit, and he smiled, also licking his lips. He looked half awake, though, like he was going to pass out at any moment. Somewhere, back in his mind, he wondered if he would remember anything between now and when they started drinking.

Noting that Harold didn't look like he was fully there, Etah sat up to get ready to go. He winced at the movement. "I'll get going, let you sleep."

Harold jumped, and frowned, "You're leaving..." He looked a little disappointed, "Alright..."

"Your bed is barely big enough for one person Harold. And I have a feeling you won't want to wake up to me in your bed when your sober." Etah slowly climbed off the bed. Moving in a way that causes him the least amount of pain, and already planning to fly home, instead of walk, once he gets outside.

Harold sighed, "Oh..." he shrugged, "Alright..." Though his sober self wouldn't have liked it, he also would've felt taken advantage of, after all, it wouldn't be the first time he'd woken up, after a night of drinking, alone and naked in an empty bed.

Etah looked down at Harold and raised a brow. "What? What's with that tone?"

Harold looked up at him and shied away, "What tone?!"

"It's the tone people take before getting pissed off at you the next day. Or they start avoiding you." Etah wrapped his wings around himself and then plopped right down on Harold's floor.

Harold frowned, "I'm not going to avoid you..." He snerked, "You're too sexy."

Etah smirked smugly, then frowned. "What about getting pissed at me?"

He shook his head slowly, "No, I won't get pissed at you..." He was partially lying. Though Harold wouldn't hold a grudge against him, he would be a little angry at first, but after a few hours he'd forget about it.

Etah narrowed his eyes. "You sure?"

Harold nodded, and then frowned, "I just..." He sighed, starting to look even less awake, "I just..." He blinked, forgetting what he was going to say, "What...?"

Harold frowned, and sat up, looking like he was going to cry, "I don't know..." He bit his lip, "It's stupid..."

"Tell me anyways?" said Etah before he could stop himself. On the inside, he was beginning to panic a little. He had no idea what he'd do if Harold did start crying.

Harold sighed, "You're just...really...attractive...and...I'd be happy if I woke up with you..."

Etah laid there, staring up at Harold as he dirfted in his thoughts. On one hand, he'd get to share a bed with an incredibly hot and naked man, which meant no having to head home. On the other hand, Harold will probably wake up with a hang over, and get pissed at him... He sighed. "Move over."

Harold looked at him, a little shocked, and scooted over and laid back down.

Etah shifted awkwardly, not quite sure what to do with his wings. Finally settles on his side, his back facing the rest of the room. And his just flopping.

Harold shifted closer to Etah as he slept, and eventually, he was clinging to him, occasionally subconsciously nuzzling at him.

Etah tensed at first, one eye snapping open to see who was clinging to him. He stared at Harold, bewildered. Eventually he grew used to it and closed his eye again.

Once the sun came up and was shining in his window, Harold groaned and flopped, rubbing his eyes. Though, to his surprise, as his arm flopped to the side, he didn't hit his bed, but, a body. He jumped up, staring at Etah, his head beginning to throb.

Etah stared back up at Harold, having been awake for an hour ofr so. He smirked in a cheeky assholish manner. "Morning."

Harold stared, before sitting back, his back against the headboard. He rubbed his face, looking a little irritated, "Did we...?"

Harold's face had a mixture of emotions, partially ashamed, but partially giddy. But he tried to hide the giddy part. "I'm sorry..." He said, looking over to him, flicking his ear.

"Sorry for what?" Etah picked at Harold's blanket, debating if he should get up or not.

Harold bit his lip, "Well..." he sighed, "I'm sorry for forgetting..." He wasn't sure if he should be mad or not, at least Etah had the nerve to stay. He shrugged, smirking slightly, despite his hangover, "I'm sure it was good..."

"Oh it was excellent. Though I'm much more used to giving than taking." Deciding it was time to get up, Etah sat up stretched. He ran a hand though his hair, which was tossled from sleep. It tumbled back in front of his face, in even more disarray then it was before. "So when's the puking happen?"

Harold blushed deeply, "Oh..." He bit his lip, "Interesting..." He was sort of pleased with himself, but he didn't let it show. He flicked an ear at him, and wondered why he would ask that question, but almost on cue, his stomach gurgled, and he jumped up, his hand clamped over his mouth, and he ran out of the room, not realizing he was naked.

Etah just stared after Harold, not able to think up anything to say. So, he sat back and waited for the other male to return.

A toilet could be heard flushing, and after a few moments, a dreary looking Harold came back, his hair messy, poofy, and hanging in front of his eyes like a weighed down afro. He went back on the bed, sitting down next to Etah, his ears twitching.

Etah shifted to make more room for Harold. He took in Harold's appearance, eying his hair. "Feel better?"

Harold nodded, "Yeah..." He mumbled, "We have lots of hangover medicine..." He pushed his hair back, only for it to poof back and fall in front of his eyes. He grumbled slightly.

Not surprised by that, Etah pushed off the bed and climbs to his he stretched his whole body, his wings flaring out behind him before folding back into place. He turned to face Harold and crossed his arms. "So your fur,hair, stuff, can be just as annoying as mine."

Harold nodded, "You get used to it..." He groped around on the side of the bed and found a paint splattered hair tie and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. "You can...leave if you want..."

"Depends if you're kicking me out or not." Etah watched Harold tie his hair back. For some reason that he couldn't place, the simplace action fascinated him.

Harold eyed him, feeling a bit self conscious to be looked at with his hair back, but his head hurt too much to care. "I said if you want..." He bit his lip and looked him over, "I'm not kicking you out, though."

Since he didn't really have anything to do, Etah decided to stick around. Till he got bored anyways.

Harold sipped on his water, watching Etah, "Can't say it'll be too interesting..."

"It's this or I go home." Etah frowned as he thought of home. He couldn't even get his kicks tormenting the others anymore. Now they were all afraid of some Ezekiel guy that live in the basement...To much had happened while he was out.

Harold also frowned, and finished his water, setting it aside, and looking at his clothes scattered all over the floor. He forced himself to get back out of his bed, and put on his pants, he then went back to the door, "I'll be right back." He said, going to go retrieve his toothbrush.

Etah held back a sigh of disappointment when Harold pulled on some pants. So much for his view. He muttered an, "Alright," as Harold left the room.

Harold came back a couple of minutes later, smelling nice and minty. He looked over to Etah for a few moments, and, since his medicine was starting to kick in, he bit his lip, and leaned over and kissed his cheek out of an impulse that seemed very strange to him. "Want some breakfast?"

Etah was surprised by the kiss to the cheek, and a bit embarassed that such a simple thing could throw him off guard. He managed to his embarassment rather well as he grunted. "Sure, as long as you don't try and feed me eggs. Despite popular belief, I don't eat baby animals, nor do I eat anything that could've become a baby animal."

He shook his head, leading him down to the kitchen, "I hate eggs." He said, "So you're in luck." He sighed, pinching his nose as he headed down the stairs.

Etah followed being Harold at a relaxed pace. "Got any fruit?"

He nodded, "Yeah..." He thought for a moment, "We have pretty much everything...except bananas." He blinked as he entered the kitchen, everything was the same, but someone had drank the rest of the tequila. It was no doubt Meth. A bowl of fruit sat on the counter, and Harold pushed it towards Etah.

Etah picked through the bowl, then settled on an apple. He bit into it and leaned on the counter in an idle manner.

Harold pulled out and orange, and started peeling it, also leaning against the counter. He looked over to Etah, "Want anything else...?"

"This'll do me." Fact was, Etah really didn't need much to eat. He was used to living off berries and what not in the wild. The apple could almost last him all day.

Harold shrugged, "Alright..." He said, separating the orange into wedges and eating them one by one, his tail swishing behind him.

Etah was silent as he ate and dwelled on his thoughts. Trying to figure out what would come from this, if anything did at all.

Harold's thoughts were similar to Etah's, but, he was more worried about things not being awkward between them afterwords. He liked Etah, at least as a friend, and he would be very disappointed in himself if they'd drifted apart.

After a few moments, the pitter patter of four little feet came into the kitchen, and stopped infront of Harold, staring up at Etah, "Pabbi, hoo ees thees?"

Harold looked down at Orri, and then to Etah, "He's my friend."

Etah stared down at Orri until it finally clicked who it was. He blinked as he stared at the teen, it finally slamming home how long he was gone. "This is that egg, right?"

Harold nodded, "Yes..." And he looked down at Orri, "What do you need?"

Orri yawned, still drowsy from just waking up, and he shook his head, "Ayee heerd yeews geet upp." He said, looking between Etah and Harold, looking a little worried, "Ween ayee keem hoom lahssth nyeet, ayee heerd baanggeeng and stoof in yeer room." He looked Harold over, "Yeer okeey, ryeet?!"

Harold just stood there, his cheeks turning a deep pink.

Etah smirked as he bit into his apple. He flipped a mental coin, then lifted a hand. "That was me. I wasn't feeling well and Harold offered to let me stay the night. I was having, wing issues."

Orri frowned, "OUH! Aree yeew okeey?!" He said, but soon he looked confused and looked up at Harold, "Boot Ayee treed to geet een, boot thee doour waas loockedth."

Harold bit his lip, thankful to Etah, "Just to make sure no one walked in, you know...?" He frowned, shrugging slightly, "Just for peace and quiet..."

Orri looked at them both, still a little suspicious, but then he went back to looking worried and looking over Etah, "Aree yeew okeey?!"

"I'm fine." Etah's smirk turned a little bit evil. "Harold took great care of me."

Harold blushed, his stomach jumping, and he bit his lip, looking nervous.

Orri grinned and hugged Harold's leg, "Minn Pabbi ees soo neece!" He said, nuzzling at Harold's leg.

Harold wiggled, trying to keep his balance, "What do you want for breakfast, Orri?"

Orri thought for a minute, "Cereal!"

"Alright..." He went and grabbed a bowl, some milk, and a box of Orri's favorite cereal, preparing it and then setting it on the table, before going back and leaning against the counter next to Etah.

Orri grinned and bounced over to the table, sitting, and beginning to eat his lovely Kix.

Figuring he should needle Harold about the whole parent thing he's got going. He leaned close to Harold and whispered, "Thought he wasn't your kid."

Harold bit his lip, twitching, "He isn't..." He muttered, looking away from Etah.

"You don't act like he isn't." Not one for being ignored, Etah leaned closer and rested his chin on Harold's shoulder.

Harold sighed when he felt the chin on his shoulder and his ear flicked, speaking quietly, "I can't let him fend for himself, that'd be cruel..."

"It'd be nature." It puzzled Etah, that humans would coddle their children the way they do. How could a child grow and learn to fend for themselves with parents shielding them?

Harold frowned, "He's sensitive..." He said, "I'd feel bad if he got hurt, or felt unloved..." He shrugged.

Orri looked over to Etah and Harold, noticing Etah's chin on Harold's shoulder, "Doo yeew leek minn Pabbi?"

Harold jumped slightly, his blush coming back.

"Course I like him." Etah's wicked smirk returned as he leaned agaisnt Harold. "Can't you tell?"

Harold blushed, the urge to romantically lean back against him arising, but he shoved it back down, and just stood there, blushing.

Orri blinked, "Leek...hees booyfreend?"

Etah said nothing as he continued to smirk. He pushed away from Harold and headed out of the kitchen.

Harold blinked, looking back and fourth between Orri and the doorway of the kitchen. He bit his lip and decided hurry after Etah.

Orri giggled and went back to eating his cereal.

Not quite sure what to do, Etah headed up the stairs and then just stood at the top. He finished his apple, then bit into the core before looking back at Harold.

Harold walked after him, wondering why he was following him. Stopping at the bottom, he looked back up at Etah, flicking an ear.

Etah sat down on the top stair and stared down at Harold with glowing orange eyes. He tapped his clawed fingers on the floor.

Harold bit his lip, and finally scaled the stairs, sitting next to Etah and sighing.

"So, what are we now?" Etah popped the last of the apple core in his mouth and munched on it.

Harold shrugged, "Whatever you want to be..."

Etah shook his hand, and licked any lingering apple juice off his claws. "I'm an animal Harold, we don't have terms like you humans. So, you have to tell me."

Harold thought for a moment, "Well..." He said, "If you want to be committed, then we're boyfriends. You know...holding hands and stuff..." He sighed, "But if you don't want commitment, then, we're just friends with benefits, that is, if we do...it...again." He said, "If we don't than this is just a one night stand."

"Oh, we'll do it again." Etah smirked, fully confident that what he said was truth.

Harold blushed, "Then what do you want to be? Friends with benefits? Or boyfriends?"

Etah leaned against Harold, his accent slinking out as he whispered, "Tell me, what do you want to be Harold?"

Etah leaned against Harold, his accent slinking out as he whispered, "Tell me, what do you want to be Harold?"

Harold sat still, thinking for a few moments, "I want..." He sighed, resting his head in his hand, "If you...if you were my boyfriend..." He fidgeted slightly, staring at the bottom stair, "Would you love me? Not now...but eventually...?"

"Love?" The word seemed foreign on Etah's lips. Love was not something he thought about, or enjoyed thinking about. It just...wasn't him. "...I don't know." He pulled back. "I've never loved anything before."

Harold's breathing changed, and his body language seemed to get a little disappointed, "Oh..." He shrugged, trying not to look like how he felt, "Whatever you want, then." He said, "I don't know..."

Etah lifted a hand and reached out to stroke Harold's cheek. "I've upset you."

Harold shook his head, flicking an ear defensively, "No...you didn't..." He muttered, "I just...I don't want to..." His voice trailed off, and he continued to look away.

"Don't want to what?" Etah let his hand drop back to his side.

He shook his head again, "Nothing. It's foolish."

"Tell me anyways." Etah stared at nothing in particular as he shifted his wings.

Harold bit his lip, silent for a few moments, "I don't want to be used..." He muttered, "It's stupid of me, I know...but..." He sighed, "It's happened..."

"You're attracted to me, right?" asked Etah as he leaned back on his elbows.

Harold blushed, thinking hard for a few moments. But he nodded, confident with his answer, "Yeah.."

"And it's no secret that I'm attracted to you." Etah shrugged and crossed his legs at his ankles. "So we are two adults acting upon our attraction. If anything, we'd be using each other." He tapped his claws on the floor. "Like that friends with benefits thing you were talking about."

Harold bit his lip, still looking a little disappointed, "Ah...well..." He shrugged, "Then...that's what we are..." He said, a bit unenthusiastically, "Friends. With benefits. MoBs. Whatever." He had to admit, it was better than nothing. He wasn't looking for a boyfriend, exactly, just someone to keep his mind off...things.

"If you're looking for love, you need to look elsewhere." Etah didn't know why, but the look on Harold's face made him feel weird. And not knowing what he was feeling or why, was starting to piss him off.

Harold's ear flicked defensively, and he looked at Etah, and said, in a stern voice, "I am not looking for love." He said, looking away, "I love someone else, anyways."

"Oh?" Etah's brows went up in interest. But his expression quickly turned to one of disgust as he thought of the other Namir he often saw Harold with. "...It's not that girl, is it?"

Harold chuckled, "No!" He said, "I'm pretty sure I'm fully gay, you know." He frowned, "And I'm not a *****."

Etah sighed in relief, then sent Harold a blank stare. "*****? Last I saw, that blue wench was fully grown. Unless she's regressed in years."

Harold thought, "Oh. Tia." He shook his head, "Didn't know her enough to be in love with her, er, if I was straight." He shook his head, "I haven't seen her...for a long time..."

"You're better off then." Etah expression returned to one of interest. He stared at Harold and tried to figure it out. "So who it then? And why isn't he sharing your bed?"

Harold shrugged, "Maybe so..." He leaned on the wall, and thought, "Well..." He bit his lip, he didn't want to make things too obvious, "He doesn't love me..."

Not one for sympathy, Etah bluntly said, "Unrequited love? Sucks to be you."

Harold frowned and shrugged, "It'll be fine..." He said, tapping a finger on his knee, "He's happier where he is now, than he'd ever be with me." He muttered, "We would never be together anyways."

"Why's that?" Etah tilted his head, his hair falling in his face. He growled in frustration and blew at his hair.

Harold fidgeted, not willing to explain, "It's...complicated..."

Even more interested than he was before, Etah got comfortable and silently stared at Harold with faintly glowing orange eyes.

Harold stared at nothing, looking sad, heartbroken, and deep in thought. He looked as though the world was falling apart in front of him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Feeling the need to wipe that look off of Harold's face, Etah scooted over to Harold. Not willing to go as far as to do something weak, like hug Harold. He poked Harold's cheek with a claw, leaning will his nose touched the other male's.

Harold closed his eyes, leaning on Etah subconsciously, not even blushing. Still, his face looked the same, and he seemed to be far off into some distant memory.

Etah tensed up when Harold leaned on him, but then slowly relaxed. He didn't wrap his arms around Harold, or murmur words of love and comfort like a lover would. Instead he just sat there and let the other male lean on him.

Harold lingered for minute or so, just taking it all in. Etah's presence was comforting enough, at least, in the most non-romantic sense possible. Harold shifted, and kissed Etah. Not one out of love or anything of the like, but, just a kiss, sort of shy and sort of sad, perhaps a bit appreciative, but, nothing more.

Figuring that now wasn't the time to press, Etah let the matter drop. He waited to see what Harold would do or say next.

Harold opened his eyes, blushed, and quickly pulled away, avoiding eye contact, "I-i'm s-sorry...!"

Etah climbed to his feet, then held out his hand to Harold. "Come on Harold."

Harold twitched, peering at the hand, and then taking it, pulling himself up.

Etah turned and led/pulled Harold back to Harold's room.

Harold followed Etah, an curious expression spread across his face.

Once they were back in the room, Etah turned and closed the door. Then locked it. He released Harold's hand to lean back against the door.

Harold stood infront of Etah, his ear flicking as he folded his arms.

"I am not in the habit of doing what I'm about to do," growled Etah, his accent slipping out as his eyes glowed with irritation. "If you tell anyone, I will kill you."

Harold raised a brow, wondering what it could be, "Alright..."

Etah inhaled like a diver preparing to go under, then stepped up to Harold and hugged him.

Harold blinked in surprise, blushing for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Etah and returning the hug.

This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. For some reason, Etah was expecting it to burn, or for flowers to suddenly srping up all over like in those damn cartoons. Still, it was to cutesy for his taste. Not something he would do often. "Better?"

Harold nodded, "Yes..." He said, pulling away and shoving his hands in his pockets, blushing, "I'm sorry..." He muttered, "I shouldn't be such a burden..."

"If you were a burden, I'd have dumped you in a river already," muttered Etah as he flopped on Harold's bed.

Harold chuckled, and sat on the bed, "Right..." He sighed, still feeling bad. The hug seemed to relax him a bit.

Etah shifted to make room for Harold. "You need a bigger bed."

Harold flopped down next to him, almost playfully. He shrugged, "Usually there's only one person in it." He said, "Plus, I need room for my stuff." He said, though the room was so bare that it felt like a warehouse.

"Well now there's going to be more than one person in it." Etah crossed his arms. "And I don't want to end up falling of the bed on a daily basis..." He smirked. "Unless you'll let me sleep on top of you."

Harold raised a brow, "Daily basis?" He asked, "How often are you going to sleep here, exactly?" He smiled, "I wouldn't mind someone sleeping on top of me..." He muttered, thinking to himself.

"Often." Etah snaked an arm out to wrap around Harold's waist and drag him closer. He flopped himself over Harold. "I find you're company much more enjoyable that the idiots I live with. Plus, you're much better to look at."

Harold shrugged, "It'll make things interesting..." He said, looking up at Etah and blushing, "You flatter me..."

"You should be." Etah's eyes glowed softly as he looked into Harold's eyes. "I don't give out compliments lightly."

Harold laid still for a moment, staring into Etah's eyes and feeling like it should be marked as some profound moment in his life. But that might have been because someone in the house, probably Kranky or Meth, was playing some profound sounding music. Still, he sighed, somewhat relieved, and closed his eyes.

Etah shifted, and rested his head beside Harold's. His cold cheek barely touching Harold's. Some strands of his white hair falling to stroke against the other male's cheek.

Harold was a bit surprised, he'd felt so relaxed and content right now, something that wasn't usually what he'd felt after waking up naked after drinking. He felt as though time had stopped. A hand shifted up, and rested gently on Etah's shoulder.

Etah's was as cold as steel, but slowly began to warm up under Harold's hand. The longer he laid there, the more he could feel himself being pulled in by Harold's warmth. He was so tempted, to just curl into it and drift.

Harold breathed slowly, his thumb stroking Etah's shoulder lightly. He nuzzled at Etah, sighing.

Etah blinked at the nuzzling. He mumbled something into Harold's mattress.

Harold blinked, "Hm...?"

Etah turned his head, his lips so close to Harold's cheek that they tickled at it as he talked. "I said, you that have to take me out on another date."

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Etah took the box and looked up at Harold, waiting for some signal that it's alright for him to open it.

Harold smiled, "Go ahead."

Etah ripped into the paper. Tossing it to the ground in a careless manner.

Harold watched, nervously. Inside was a painting. it was looking down on a wheat field with an apple in the middle. If one looked closely, there was a bite in the apple, that was shaped like a heart. His ear flicked, "You like...fruit right?" He shrugged, nervous and feeling the need to explain himself, his cheeks turning red "I didn't know what to give you, so, I was going to get you an apple or something, but, I guess this would last longer, so..."

"Did you paint it?" Etah tilted his head as his eyes traveled over the painting.

Harold nodded, slowly, "Uhm...yes."

"Huh." Etah frowned as he felt an odd stirring in his gut. A stirring that could almost be called, sentimental.... He shook his head. "It's, nice."

Harold's ears dropped slightly, but he still smiled, "Thanks..." He mumbled, and he shrugged, "I was going to get you something better, but, well, you know how it is..."

Etah set the pciture down on the bed and climbed to his feet. He stepped up to Harold till his chest touched the other male's whenever he inhaled. "No, I don't know how it is....Thank you."

Harold blinked, his ears perking up and his smile growing wider, "Ah...well..." He sighed, "You're welcome, Etah."

Smirking, Etah leaned forward and teasingly kissed Harold.

Harold blushed as he was kissed, and, smiling against Etah's lips, he shyly returned it.

As he pulled back, Etah patted Harold on the a**. "You want you're gift, you're going to have to come with me."

Harold stared as his a** was patted, and he nodded, "Alright..."

"Don't worry." Etah stepped back to the bed and picked up his picture. "I'm not going to molest you or anything."

Harold smirked just smirked crookedly, remaining silent as he crossed his arms.

Harold chuckled, "We'll see..." He muttered, following Etah.

Etah headed straight out of the house, absent mindedly stopping to hold the door open for Harold. Leaning against it as he does so.

Harold smiled in thanks as he walked through the door and stood in front of the house, "Well, lead the way."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Etah began to head in the direction of his shed. The picture clutched to his side.

Harold followed after him, but making sure to stay a bit behind him.

Not really noticing that Harold was trailing a bit behind, Etah blew some hair out of his eyes and continued leading. "Did we ever decided on what we are exactly?"

Harold shook his head, "No, not really..." He muttered, but then he smirked, "Friends with benefits, or something like that." He looked over to Etah, "But friends with benefits don't date."

"They don't?" Etah frowned as he thought about it. Friends with benefits had seemed ideal, it wouldn't complicate things. But, for some reason, he liked dates. Maybe it was his animal instincts desiring courtship?

Harold shook his head, "Nope, they 'hang out'." He said, "But, it's the same with them as a date would be to a couple, so..."

Etah turned to look at Harold over his should. His orange eyes glinting from behind his white hair. "Do you want to be my boyfriend Harold?"

Harold blushed, an ear flicking, "Yes..." He muttered, "If you want, then yes."

Etah smirked, then turned to face forward again. "It's settled then."

Harold smiled softly, and walked up beside Etah.

Etah blinked when Harold joined his side. He looked up at him questioningly, his head tilted.

Harold bit his lip, and held a hand out to Etah.

Etah eyed the hand like it was a foreign object. Slowly, he reached out to take it. His cool hand grasping Harold's.

Harold smiled slightly, grasping it back, "Shall we continue?"

Etah's hand slowly began to warm up as his claws linked with Harold's fingers. "Sure, we should almost be there."

Harold's stomach churned as their fingers linked, and he squeezed his hand.

When the shed came into view, Etah absent mindedly squeezed Harold's hand before letting it go. He looked around to make sure no one else was around, before unburying a key and unlocking the door.

Harold shivered as his hand was let go, and he shoved it in his vest pocket. It wasn't the cold that made him shiver, however, it was the absence of touch.

The door creaked as Etah pulled it open, in an almost morbid way. Like in horror movies. He motioned for Harold to enter.

Harold stepped in, carefully, like his presence would break something.

Etah followed Harold into the basically barren room, closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned the walls, wondering where he could put his picture. As he did so, he walked up to a dust covered desk and pulled open one of the drawers.

Harold watched him, and, yes, possibly staring at his a**, though he tried not to make it look too obvious.

Finding what he was looking for, Etah pulled out a tin case of colored pencils. Not the cheap kind, but the kind real artists use. Wrapped around the case in a make shift bow was a dark blue scard. Grunting, Etah awkwardly held the box out to Harold.

Harold grinned and took the box, looking over the case as he unwrapped the scarf. He took off the one he was wearing and put on the blue one, "Aw, thank you!", he said, hugging Etah.

"You're welcome." Etah awkwardly returned the hug. Mentally beating back that warm fuzzy feeling.

Harold nuzzled him slightly, unaware of it until a few moments later. He blushed, and pulled away, "Sorry..." He mumbled, "I forgot, you don't like hugs..."

"It's fine." Etah shifted and looked around his room. He was actually feeling embarassed.

Harold bit his lip, his ears flicking nervously as he also looked around. "Soo..."

Etah tilted his head and raised a brow as he stared at Harold.

Harold blinked, "Uhm..." He fidgeted, "Want to do anything?"

Harold shrugged, "Anything?"

A lecherous spark entered Etah's eyes as he slowly smirked.

Harold's ears perked at the smirk, and his stopped biting his lip, blinking.

"I've seen what you can do when you're drunk." Etah stepped up to Harold and trailed a claw up Harold's chest. "I wonder what you're like when you're sober."

Harold's cheeks turned pink, "Ohh..." He looked around, "Uhm..."

"What?" Etah tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Harold's cheeks. It fascinated him, how much Harold blushed.

He shrugged, "I-i-if you want to..." He mumbled, "But..." His ears flicked, "What if someone hears us...?"

"Harold, we're in a shed. My shed. No one come nears it." Most were to afraid of Etah to go near his shed. They preffered to stay FAR away from him.

Harold's cheeks began to turn even redder, "It's still possible, though..." He mumbled, "But..." He sighed and shrugged, "Alright."

Etah rolled his eyes and stepped back from Harold. "I'm not going to force you into it Harold. If you don't want to do it, you could just say so."

Harold shook his head, "No, I'll do it..." He smirked, "I can't pass up a chance with someone as attractive as you, right?"

Etah's eyes glowed in pleasure behind his bangs. He smirked, a fang peeking out of the corner of his lips.

Harold smiled, crookedly and sheepishly, secretly wishing he would stop blushing.

Steppig up to Harold, Etah wasted no time in laying claim to the other man's lips.

Harold let out a small noise of surprise, almost a squeak as he was kissed. He shyly returned it.

Etah's arms snaked around Harold's waist to tug Harold closer. All the while nibbling at Harold's lips and brushing them with his own lips to try and coax Harold into deepening the kiss.

Harold shivered, feeling a light fluttering in his stomach. His hands trailed up to rest on Etah's chest. He did deepen the kiss, but only slightly.

Wanting to keep his hands busy, Etah slid his claws up Harold's back, then back down again. His wings wrapping around Harold and himself, like a coocoon.

Harold shivered, shyly pressing into the kiss, his arms sliding down and wrapping around Etah's waist.

Etah pulled back from the kiss and tugged on Harold's jacket. "Take if off."

Harold unwrapped his arms and pulled off his scarf, and then began unbuttoning his jacket, slowly pulling it off.

Immediatly, Etah's mouth latched onto Harold's mouth to leave his mark. He grazed his teeth over the skin, before sucking on it.

Harold let out a slight moan, and dropped his coat and scarf, his tail swishing contently behind him.

Etah smirked agaisnt Harold's neck, his claws slipping under Harold's shirt.

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Harold sighed, stretched out on his stomach, his tail draped over his legs, too lazy to do anything else.

His bed being much larger than Harold's, Etah was stretched out next to Harold. And also one his stomach, it being to uncomfortable for him to lay on his wings. One of his wings was foldeded against his back, the other was draped over Harold.

Harold smiled, scooting a bit closer to Etah, despite all the room they had, though it was more of a tendency than anything, he just gravitated towards people. He leaned in and gave Etah a slight kiss on the cheek.

Etah mumbled something and leaned against Harold. More for warmth than anything, as the heart from their 'activity' was beginning to fade from his body.

Harold's ear perked at the mumbling, "Hm?" Harold's skin was hot, and as Etah's skin cooled, it began to feel more pleasant against him.

It's just that same bed, not the same sheets. "I said that you're great." Etah turns his head to stare at Harold. Several pieces of his hair clinging to his cheek. "I can't feel my toes."

Harold blushed, "Oh...thank you...?" He blinked, "Are you okay?"

"A little cold," mumbled Etah. It was stranged, cold didn't normally bother him. But the side touching Harold felt so warm, and the other side cold.

"Oh," Harold reached over and pulled a blanket over them, and then he wrapped an arm around Etah, pulling himself closer.

Etah sighed as his body began to warm. He grunted out a thanks and yawned.

Harold smiled and laid back down, lightly nuzzling at Etah.

Slowly and awkwardly, Etah nuzzled back in a sleepy manner.

Harold blinked, kissing Etah's cheek once more before closing his eyes.

Etah watched Harold through half lidded eyes, not willing to fall asleep until after Harold.

Harold slowly drifted into sleep, his tail flopping over Etah's legs as he did so.

Once he was satisfied that Harold was asleep, Etah allowed himself to follow.

Several hours later, Harold woke up from a strange dream involving a flying, golden RV from the eighties and a strange sunburned man with an over bite. His eyes fluttered open, and he yawned, stretching.

Etah continued to sleep, not even budging as Harold awoke. His breath slowed to the point it was hard to tell he was breathing at all.

Harold rolled on his side, looking at Etah. At first, he panicked, until he saw Etah's stomach move ever slightly. He sighed, closing his eyes again, just laying there quietly, enjoying Etah's presence.

Etah's eyes slowly opened, showing no signs that he had just been sleeping. His orange eyes soflty glowed as he stared at Harold, his mind playing back what had happened. Since initially, he couldn't remember why Harold was there.

Harold's eyes opened when he felt like he was being watched, and he smiled slightly, staring back at Etah, "Uhm...hello."

"Hello." Not sure what else to say, Etah went for the obvious question. "Why didn't you sleep longer?"

Harold shrugged, "Uhm...I don't know..."

Etah grunted, then shifted. While it didn't show, he was still feeling rather tired. "What do we do now then?"

Harold shrugged, yawning, "Anything...we could go get food, or, well, whatever."

Etah patted Harold's stomach. "I vote to just lay here."

Harold smiled, "I like it..." He mumbled drowsily.

"Good," responded Etah. He trailed a claw up Harold's side.

Harold shivered slightly, a shy smile spreading across his face as he scooted closer to Etah.

"Sorry I don't have a TV or anything, mumbled Etah, though he didn't know why he was apologizing.

Harold shook his head, "I don't watch TV...just movies." He said, shrugging.

"What movies?" Etah laid his head on Harold's chest.

Harold absentmindedly swung an arm around Etah, "Doesn't matter...I don't like comedies, much...a lot of them are boring. Well, nowadays."

"I wouldn't know, I don't watch movies really." Not sure what else to do, Etah kissed Harold's chest. "Horror movies are so dull for me. And can you imagine me watching a romance or a comedy?"

Harold chuckled, "No, I can't..." He blushed as his chest was kissed, and he sighed, "Romances are too mushy...and horrors are usually terrible."

Etah mimed in a girl's voice, "Oh let have hot sweaty sex." Tosses his hair in a girlish manner. "Even though I know there's a monster/murderer chasing us, I'm going to go off alone. And when it finds me, I'm going to back into a corner and scream my head off instead of picking up something to use as a weapon." Flutters his eyes at Harold.

Harold laughed hearitly, which was strange coming from him. After he was finished, he smirked, and shook his head, "I wish they didn't stop projectile vomiting and creepy head turning." He frowned, "The Exorcist was so cool..."

Etah blinked in surprise when Harold laughed, then smirked. He laid his cheek on Harold's chest. "The Excorsist?"

Harold nuzzled Etah slightly, "Yeah...it's about a little girl who gets possessed by a demon." He smirked, "When it first came out, women miscarried because they were so scared..."

"Really?" Etah thought about what it would be like to be considered that scary. He sighed whistfully. "I want to see this movie."

"I have it." He said, playing with Etah's hair a bit while thinking, "You can come over sometime and watch it."

"It's a date then." Etah closed his eyes, wishing that Harold would play with his hair more. He loved when Harold played with his hair. It was the only good thing about having hair. "Have plenty of fruit."

Harold nodded, "Alright..." He smiled, curling his fingers around Etah's hair, his tail swished ever so slightly.

Relaxing, Etah sighed and seemed to go limp against Harold.

Harold closed his eyes, his hand simply resting in Etah's hair.

"I'm going to fall asleep on you," mumbled Etah.

Harold shrugged, "Then sleep..." He said, softly, kissing Etah's forehead.

Etah mulled it over. He didn't like sleeping when others around him were awake. It left him to...exposed. But, he didn't see Harold as the to try and kill him in his sleep. Without a word, he got comfortable and closed his eyes.

Harold shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, and closing his eyes.

With the thought of curing his boredom, Etah walked towards the house where Harold lived. He should be disgusted with himself, that he attached to Harold at a level that was more than sex. That he actually enjoyed his friendship with the other male. But for a reason he couldn't grasp, he wasn't.

Harold was standing on the porch, with Orri behind him. He stood infront of an easel with a large canvas on it, his hair pulled back and paint accidentally smeared on his face. He didn't notice anyone coming towards the house, but, Orri did.

Orri bounced slightly. "Look, Pabbi. Ees yeer boyfreend."

Harold blushed, and looked, waving at Etah as he saw him. "Hullo."

Etah raised a brow at Orri, not sure what to think of the teen yet. He stepped up to the porch and leaned against it. At a leisurely pace, his gaze traveled over Harold, pausing at the paint smeared on the male's cheek. He found it strangely...appealing. With glowing eyes, he looked into Harold's and smirked. "Hello."

Harold smiled, and set his paint brush and pallet down, and put his hand on his hip. He looked like some regurgitation from the early nineties, wearing ratty old jeans with paint smeared all across them, complete with rips and holes. They looked well used, though they still fit him nicely. His shirt was a white, baggy button up, also smeared with pain. His tail swished behind him, "So, what're you up to?"

Orri grinned and wiggled over to Etah, hugging his leg.

Opening his mouth to respond, Etah paused and looked down at Orri. Staring at the teen like he had two head. "...Hello."

Harold flicked an ear, watching them.

Wordlessly, Orri snuggled Etah's leg and then bounced off, up the porch, and then into the house.

Harold bit his lip, "Sorry about that..."

"It's fine." Etah's gaze lingered on his leg. He wondered if he could catch anything from hugs. If he would mutate in his sleep to turn into something small and cuddly... He shook his head and stepped up on the porch to walk over to Harold.

Harold smiled crookedly, "So," He said, taking a step towards Etah when he was close enough, "What are you up to?"

"Right now?" Ignoring all the paint splattered on Harold, Etah reached out and settled his hands on Harold's hips. He tugged Harold closer to crush his lips against Harold's.

Harold shuddered, his hands trailing up and resting on Etah's chest. A fluttering rose up from his stomach and fell out as a contented sigh.

"Alright." Satisfied with the answer, Etah looked back at Harold. "I'm bored." He tried for a smile, but it looked misplaced on his face. "Entertain me?"

Harold flicked an ear, "Want to watch the Exorcist?" He smirked, "I have fruit."

Smirking, Etah withdrew from the kiss. He inhaled the scent of paint, that had mixed in with Harold's natural scent. It suited him. "You look hot."

Harold's cheeks turned a light pink and he crossed his arms, "Uhm...thank you...?" His ear flicked and he looked over Etah, "Want to come in?"

"After you tell me what you are painting." Etah pulled his hands back to himself and looked over at the canvas.

Etah looked over at the tree, then over at the picture. "Why did you pick that tree?"

He shrugged, and looked at the painting, "I wanted to paint, but I didn't know what to paint, so..." He then looked over to Etah, "I just painted what was in front of me."

"Alright." Satisfied with the answer, Etah looked back at Harold. "I'm bored." He tried for a smile, but it looked misplaced on his face. "Entertain me?"

Harold flicked an ear, "Want to watch the Exorcist?" He smirked, "I have fruit."

The prospect of fruit and watching what may be a creepy movie had Etah's ears perking. He nodded and gestured for Harold to lead the way.

Harold wiped his hands on his pants and quickly gathered his paints and brush, and carefully manipulated the door to open slightly, and then pushed it the rest of the way with his him. "Come in."

Etah followed being Harold, biting back the urge to ask if he could help. He's supposed to be an evil p***k. But this was his boyfriend...should he act different for Harold? ...More different than he already acted anyways?

When they were in, Harold pushed the door closed and gestured to the couch, "Wait here." He muttered, hurrying up to his room to put the paints away.

Etah stared after Harold, not moving over to the couch until the other male was out of sight. He trailed his claws over the couch before awkwardly sitting on it. He hated these things, because of his wings, he could never get comfortable.

Harold came back down a few minutes later. He'd washed off all the paint and was in nicer clothes. He then went into the kitchen, and hauled out a bowl of fruit, and some skyr for himself. He set it all on the coffee table and sighed, "Want anything else?"

Etah shook his as he sat on the edge of the couch. He plucked up an apple and bit into it. Disappointment filled him when he noticed that Harold had washed off the paint.

Harold grinned and went over to a cabinet full of dvds. He fished out the movie and popped it in and then went back to sit next to Etah, grabbing a container of berry skyr and a spoon as the movie started.

"You're not going to cling to me if you get scared, are you?" Etah lightly nudged Harold with his elbow."You're not going to cling to me if you get scared, are you?" Etah lightly nudged Harold with his elbow.

Harold chuckled, "I don't know. Maybe."

"If you do," Etah took another bite out of his apple, "I can't be held responsible for my actions."

Harold smirked, opening the container, "I'll try not to, then."

"What's that?" Etah poked at the container.

Harold blinked, "It's skyr...it's sort of like yogurt."

"Yogurt?" Etah sniffed at the air, scootching closer to Harold. He peered at the contents.

Harold held it out to him, "You want some?"

Etah chewed over the question, then shook his head. "No, I'll try so later."

Harold shrugged, and scooped some up and plopped it in his mouth, his tail swishing as he watched the movie.

Etah nibbled at his apple, perched on the edge of the couch like he would perch on a tree branch.

Harold tried not to laugh at a few scenes, a lot of them were sort of silly, he could hardly believe he'd been scared of this when he was younger.

Not sure what to make of this film, Etah just cocked his head and watched the screen. Being a creature of the forest, all the religious factors went over his head.

As the movie ended, Harold yawned. He looked outside, it had gotten darker. He turned off the movie and looked over at Etah, "So...?"

Etah looked over at Harold, his arms resting on his knees. At some point he shifted to balance on his toes. Tapping a claw on his cheek, he shrugged.

Harold sighed, "Eh, It's pretty stupid, actually. It was a lot better when it came out." He looked out the window again, "It's getting late."

"So it is..." Etah slipped off couch and began to gather the remains of the fruit he had eaten. "Should I get going?"

Harold also stood, grabbing his empty containers of skyr, "Well..." He blinked, "You can stay, if you really want." He muttered, not trying to seem so obviously desperate for attractive male attention.

"Do you want me to stay?" Etah tilted his head. He didn't want to go, he'd just get bored again if he went home.

Harold stretched casually, "Well, if you want...then sure.."

Without giving an answer, Etah plopped back down on the couch. Perching on the edge.

Harold blinked, and then plopped next to him, biting his lip.

"What do we do now?" Etah fiddled with hair. Twirling it around his finger, then pulling it.

"Pick something Harold." Etah released his hair and looked at Harold. "You already know what I pick will lead to."

Harold smirked, "We could go on a walk." He frowned, "I don't know..." He sighed, not wanting to admit that he was a pretty boring person.

"Then lets go." Etah hopped back off the couch and waited for Harold to join him.

Harold stood up and walked over to Etah, and then to the door, opening it and holding it for Etah.

With his arms crossed behind his back, like a general marching to confront his troopts, Etah marched out the door. He stepped off the porch and waited for Harold at the bottom of the steps.

Harold looked thoughtful as he closed the door and stepped down. His eyes lit up slightly, as an idea struck him, "Have you ever ridden a bike?"

Harold nodded, and gestured for Etah to follow him. He walked around the back of the house to a shed and opened it, inside, a long with tools and supplies, there was an english racing bike with baskets on the back. "That." Harold said, pointing.

Etah stared at the bike for several seconds. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was to say, "You RIDE that?!"

Harold's ears flopped and he raised a brow, "Yeah..." He blinked, and looked at the bike, feeling a little disappointed.

"How?" To Etah, the cook didn't even look stable. He edged over and poked at it with a claw.

Harold blinked, "Well...you sit on it...and pedal. Harold walked over and sat on the seat, "Like this."

Harold stared, "So far, no one has attacked me." He said, "I'm not sure what would happen."

"So far." Deciding to let the matter drop, and not fill Harold in on the little fact that he might jump him one day, Etah patted the back of the bike. "You going to show me how you ride this or not?"

Harold nodded, though not entirely sure how to teach some one. Still, he hopped off the bike and pushed it out side, and then hopped back on, "Here, watch me."

"Alright." Etah leaned back against the shed and stared at Harold.

Harold pushed off and rode in a small circle in front of Etah, and then stopped, got off and held it out to him, "Now you try."

Etah scowled at the bike. "I'm not getting on that." Is pretty sure that he'll fall over. Though it wouldn't hurt him physically, it'd hurt his pride.

Harold shook his head, "It's fine." He said, "If you fall, you won't get too hurt." He smiled slightly, "But if your THAT uncomfortable about it, then, I don't mind...I can still give you a ride if you want, though."

"A ride?" Etah tilted his head. "How?

"You stand in the baskets," He said, "And I pedal..." He shrugged, "It's easy, you just have to not jump out while I'm riding."

Figuring that sounded easy enough, Etah nodded. "All right." He climbed into the basket.

Harold hopped on the seat, "Hold on tight." He said, simply, before waiting for Etah to do so to start moving.

Etah gripped Harold's shoulders to maintain his balance, his wings folding agaisnt his back.

Harold flicked an ear and pushed down on the pedals, eventually going at a medium speed down a quiet little path he often took when he got tired of everyone at the house.

Etah looked around as they travled along down the path. He wouldn't admit it, but he actually found it...peaceful,

Harold shivered slightly as the cool air hit his face, and he peered into the darkness. He reached across the handle bars and flicked on a small light attached to them. In the light, one could see that it was mainly flat, though slightly down hill. It didn't really lead anywhere, but, if it were day, one could make out a vast field up ahead.

"Are we going anywhere in particular?" Etah shifted to keep his legs from falling asleep.

Harold shook his head, "Not really." Much to his irritation, his hair kept flicking in front of his face. Nevertheless, he managed to successfully pull into the field, the bike light casting an eerie line of bright across the emerging grass, though all else was black.

Etah peered into the darkness, his orange eyes glowing brightly. Illuminating his face as stared.

Harold blinked, and then hopped off the bike, but still held it steady for Etah. He looked up to him for a moment, and then, finding he was staring at his eyes with great interest, looked away, "Well...it's not much, but..."

Without saying anything, Etah climbed off the bike and stood next to Harold. He grasped Harold's hand as he continued to peer into the darkness.

Harold blinked as his hand was grasped, and he gently set the bike on it's side. He squeezed Etah's hand slightly, and peered into the darkness with him. Feeling a twinge of adventure creep up his spine, Harold stepped out into the darkness, tugging on Etah's hand.

Harold walked aimlessly ahead, though careful not to bump into anything, and he took in the sounds of the wild. It reminded him of a time he'd spent with Syd a few years back. It was late, and they were out in a field at a concert that was occurring at a farm. As they walked through the rows of corn, they heard a drunk man singing off in the distance. Harold's smiled warmed at the memory, although it was much colder now than it was then, and there was no drunk man singing, it still had a similar atmosphere.

Unlike Harold, Etah really didn't have any fond memories to look back on as they walked. The wild was his whole life. He survived, and that was all. He didn't have friends, or times where he would kick back and enjoy life. All that, were things he didn't have before he came to Namiah.

Harold looked over to Etah thoughtfully. He and Etah were as different as could be, and yet, here they were, hand in hand, descending into some dark abyss. He decided to not think too much about it, or else he'd ruin this moment. He sighed, "Etah..." He muttered, "Can I ask you something."

Drawn from whereever his train of thought was headinging, Etah looked back at Harold. He shrugged. "Go ahead."

Harold seemed to shy away as he was looked at, but he still continued, sounding uncomfortable, "This is completely hypothetical, but, what were to happen..." He paused, "If I...if I fell in love with you?"

Etah blinked, the thought seeming impossible to him. So he gave the only answer that he could think of. "You can't fall in love with me Harold.

Harold's ears dropped, he was expecting a better answer than that. "Well, sorry, then."

Etah wanted to comfort Harold when he saw the ears dropping. And that frustrated him to no end. He tugged on Harold's hand to pull him closer.

Harold unconsciously tensed as he was pulled closer, not wanting to be touched. It all seemed so pointless and ridiculous now, if he couldn't fall in love with someone, then why was he doing this. His ears pinned back and his gaze fixed on the ground.

Frustration grew and Etah's accent slipped out. "Look at me Harold!"

Harold jumped slightly, and he cautiously peered up at Etah, biting his lip nervously.

"You can't fall in love with me." Etah leaned down, his eyes glowing brightly as he rested his forehead agaisnt Harold's. "I may seem nice around you, but don't let that fool you. I am a foul b*****d. I torture others for no reason other than boredom and enjoy trampling innocence. I am NOT the kind of guy anyone should fall in love with."

Though Harold was entirely not in love with Etah, he still looked a bit hurt. His mannerisms grew tense as he spit out his words, though there was a definite undertone of weak, "Then why are we like this? Why are we alone and holding hands and being a couple? It's all so stupid and ridiculous if I can't love you, because it'll happen eventually," He yanked himself away from Etah, his arms crossed. His ears dropped sadly, "It's pointless..."

"We are like this because I'm attracted to you, and for reasons I can't grasp, I ENJOY spending time with you." Etah scowled and turned his back to Harold. "Don't see why you're bringing this up anyways, YOU'RE the one that's in love with someone." He shoved down p***k of jealousy that bubbled up. It was nothing, he was just a possessive. That's what he told himself anyways.

Harold mumbled shyly, "Well," He sighed, "What if it's going away? I can't love someone who won't love me back." His ears twitched and he turned to look back at Etah, or, his back. "I'm forgetting about him, slowly." He sighed, "I just wanted to know if there was anything to fall back on when I'm over him..." He said, "I'm sorry, I was just curious..."

"You don't want to fall back on me Harold," murmured Etah. "You're going to want to fall back on someone worth while."

Harold flicked an ear irritatedly, "I'm not going to care if your worth while or not." He said, "But right now, you don't seem so bad."


"You should care." Etah crosses his arms and scowled at the ground. Like it had caused all of his problems. "That's because I like you. If I was out here with anyone else having this conversation, I'd have skinned them by now and moved on."

Harold sighed, looking over Etah as a guilty lump rose up in his throat. Unsure of what to say, he remained silent, except for a small, "I'm sorry."

Etah only grunted, then sighed a moment later. "It's fine." He sat down on the ground, the glow in his eyes having dimmed.

Harold sat, though he kept a small distance between the two of them. "It's not fine." He said, though now he wasn't as irritated at Etah as he was himself. "I shouldn't have brought it up. It was stupid of me."

Etah finally looked at Harold, the glow in his eyes completely dying. Casting his face into shadows. Feeling the need to, he moved over to close the distance between the two.

Harold tensed at first, but then relaxed, and sighed. He bit his lip and reached out, taking Etah's hand in his.

Linking his fingers with Harold's, Etah leaned over and kissed him. This kiss was different than the usual ones though. It was soft, and could almost be called tender. It was the closest Etah would get to giving an apology.

His cheeks, as usual, turned a light pink as he was kissed, though it was impossible to tell in the dark. He smiled softly against the kiss, and returned it, treating it like it was some rare, delicate thing. The cold of the night began to eat away at him, and he pulled away, shivering.

Not wanting to think about the pleasant buzz going though his stomach, Etah shoved to his feet. "Lets head back."

Harold nodded, and stood, his hand still linked with Etah's. He then stared at the line of light from his bike, and walked, following it.

Etah walked along behind Harold, a low glow having returned to his eyes.

Harold didn't let go of Etah's hand until they reached the bike, and then, it was only to pick it up. He swung a leg over the seat and sat, waiting for Etah to climb in.

Harold pushed and then began pedaling up the small hill, quietly thinking to himself.

Lost in thoughts of his own, that he couldn't make sense of, Etah looked up at the night sky as he rode along.

Harold sighed, they were all too quickly at the house. He pulled in front of the shed and stopped, waiting for Etah to get out before he climbed off.

Etah hopped out of the basket then waited. Not sure why though, or for what.

Harold wheeled the bike into the shed and walked back out, staring at Etah in silence.

Etah waited several heart beats before breaking the silence. "Now what?"

Harold blinked, and, rather than answering, he walked up to Etah and quietly kissed him.

Taken by surprise, Etah's eyes widened. Slowly he returned the kiss, leaning against Harold slightly as he did so.

Harold's arms slinked around Etah's waist, and pulled away, after giving him a light peck on the cheek. He rested his head on Etah's shoulder, and nuzzled at him.

Awkwardly, Etah wrapped his arms around Harold in a loose grip. He wanted to pull the other male closer. To hold Harold close and inhale his scent. He denied his 'weaker' side those wants. But, he did wrap his wings around Harold.

Harold sighed, contently, his tail swishing behind him. He pulled away and looked into Etah's eyes, "We can do whatever you want. Just don't go."

Without even thinking Etah answered. "Alright, I'll stay." The glow in his eyes softened for a brief moment, before he snuffed the glow out.

Harold smiled lightly, nuzzling Etah for a moment before crabbing his hand and leading him off into the house, since he was freezing.

Content to be led, Etah shrugged and let himself enjoy the view.

Harold walked up the porch, and then into the house, shivering. He led Etah straight through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. It wasn't because he wanted anything, though, it was because it was the warmest room in the house. He shivered, letting go of Etah's hand and staring at him.

Looking from Harold, to the bed. Etah picked up the blanket off the bed and tossed it at Harold.

Harold caught the blanket, blinking and wrapping it around himself. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

Etah sat down next to Harold, stretching out his legs as he relaxed. "Better?"

Harold nodded, "Yes..." He sighed, his shivers going away. He reached over and grabbed Etah's hand, linking their fingers and lightly stroking over it with his thumb.

"Good." Etah wanted to flop back on the bed, but his wings would make it to uncomfortable. So instead he closed his eyes and shifted to lean agaisnt Harold.

Harold sighed, and leaned back against Etah, nuzzling at him affectionately.

"I don't know what you do to me Harold," mumbled Etah in a drowsy manner. He closed his eyes like he was going to sleep. "But I like it."

Harold smiled, "I'm glad..." He sighed, "You're different, you know, from a lot of the men I've been with. I don't know what it is, or why, but that's how it is." He actually knew exactly why Etah was different. Out of the handful of lovers he'd had over the years, he was only able to tolerate a small chunk of them. He was barely able to tolerate the intolerable for a month or so before he dumped them, almost heartlessly. Though, Etah, was definitely in the small chunk that he actually liked, though, he decided he wouldn't tell him this for a while.

"Of course I'm different." Even in a drowsy and slurred tone, he managed to sound cocky. "I'm me." He flicked an ear, the tuft of it gliding over Harold's cheek.

Harold smiled, and kissed Etah's forehead. "Of course." He said, his eyelids beginning to feel heavy.

Etah shifted, pulling back from Harold. "Lay down."

Harold nodded, and fell back, flopping on the bed.

Etah stretched out, half way on top of Harold. He turned his head to that his breath brushed against the other male's cheek whenever he exhaled.

Harold took his glasses off and carefully put them on the old nightstand. He then kicked off his shoes, and, once he was comfortable, he closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Etah.

-----Continued from last post-----

Harold fidgeted, "It...I..." He remained silent for a few moments as the wind blew over them. He shivered, "I...can't...tell you."

"Why not?" Etah frowned at Harold. Wanting to know why the other male was acting this way.

Harold shook his head, "It's a secret..." He frowned, "And you might be scared of me..."

"Me?" Etah pointed at himself and raised a brow. "Be scared of you?" Points at Harold, his tone of voice saying "Yeah, right"

Harold's ears twitched, "Right...sorry, I forgot..." He sighed, "You can't tell anyone, no matter what happens. You have to promise, not to tell anyone whatsoever."

Curiosity growing with each word, Etah nodded. "I won't tell anyone."

Harold shivered, "Promise?"

"I promise." Etah tried his best to look friendly, and well, not evil. "Tell me Harold."

Harold sighed, sitting down, thinking it might be easier to tell while sitting. He looked out to the horizon, gathering his words, and his ears dropped, "I'm, well..." He bit his lip, "The day before I came here, I took my bike and rode it up to some cliffs by my house. And then, I rode towards the edge of the cliff as fast as I could, and I rode off, and fell into the sea." He sighed, "The last thing I remember of the human world was looking up, out of the sea, surrounded by water. And then the next day, I woke up in the forest, clinging to my bike." He looked up at Etah, "I think...I think I'm dead."

"Dead?" Etah frowned, then sat down next to Harold. "You don't look dead..."

Harold held his hands out in front of him and stared, "No, I don't, do I?" He hugged his knees to his chest, "The same thing happened to my cousin, except he blew his brains out." He tapped his chin, "My ex, Meth, was found dead in his living room after eating pills and drinking a massive amount of alcohol, and our friend Niraj was found in his bathtub by his parents, he'd cut himself."

Etah resisted commenting on the oh so lovely track record they seem to have going. "You sure you weren't just dreaming about that?"

Harold nodded, "I'm sure." He frowned, "And if I dreamt about that, then I'm dreaming about this. And I'd rather not be dreaming now that I'm here."

"I've never heard anything about that happening before." Etah reached over and poked Harold's cheek. "You just get more and more interesting."

"Exactly." He said, "But that's why you can't tell anyone. They'd all hate me if they found out someone knew." He looked over as his cheek was poked, "It's not too weird, right?" He paused, "Well, I know it's weird...but..."

Etah shook his. "It's fascinating." He stroked a claw down Harold's cheek. "And I won't tell."

Harold shivered as his cheek was stroked, not completely sure of how he felt about it being 'fascinating'. He bit his lip, sighing, "Thank you..."

"So," Etah let his hand dropped and looked out at the water, "do you not like the water anymore?"

Harold looked out into the sea, "I...I don't know." He bit his lip, "From here it seems fine..." He shivered, "It's too cold, anyways."

Etah looked around for Harold's clothes. "Where are your clothes?" He shoved to his feet.

Harold looked around, and frowned as he didn't see them, "Where'd they go...?"

Etah scowled, it wasn't like the goes just got up and walked away. "Maybe they got covered in sand?" He began kicking around for the clothes.

Harold shivered, stood, and looked around, "Hm..." He twitched as something in the surf caught his eye, it was, undoubtedly, his clothes. "Oh..." His ears dropped, and he sounded disappointed. "They must have blown over...look..." He said, pointing to them and shivering.

Etah looked up, and cursed, "s**t." He headed out into the water again.

Harold shook his head, "No, it's okay!" He called out to Etah, "They're just clothes."

Etah shook his head and went out to start gathering the clothes. "I'll get them."

Harold sighed, watching Etah with a perplexed look on his face. "You don't have to..."

Etah draped the soaked clothes over his arm, not heading back to shore till he had all of them. He held them out to Harold.

Harold smiled crookedly, and took them, "Thank you, Etah..." He said, giving him a kiss as thanks.

Etah grunted, then reached out to take Harold's hand. "Come on, lets get you home before you get sick."

Harold shivered, following close behind Etah.

When they reached Etah's shed, he pulled open the door and immediately walked over ot turn on the heater. "Make your self comfortable."

By the time they reached the shed, Harold was fairly dry, so, he sat on the bed, his arms around himself, and finally stopped shivering.

Etah closed the door. "You can wrap up in the blanket if you want." He picked up a basket and held out to Harold for his clothes.

Harold tossed his clothes in the basket and reached over, grabbing a blanket from the bed and awkwardly wrapping himself in it, quietly watching Etah.

Etah plunked the basket in a corner, then sat down next to Harold. "Warm enough?"

Harold nodded, and leaned on Etah slightly, "Thank you..."

"No problem." Etah wrapped an arm around Harold.

Harold smiled slightly, and nuzzled Etah.

"Will you be staying the night?" Etah pulled Harold closer and wrapped a wing around him.

Harold blinked, thinking for a moment, "Do you want me to?"

"Yes." Etah shrugged. "But it's up to you."

Harold smiled, "Yes, then." He said, "I will be staying the night."

"Alright. Let me know when you want to go to sleep." Etah looked over his drab room. The only that really gave it color was the picture that Harold gave him, which was hanging above his dust covered desk.

Harold also looked around the room, and then wrapped an arm around Etah. He found it homey, despite it being sort of plain. Harold sighed, and nuzzled at Etah, kissing his cheek lightly.

Etah turned his head to brush his lips over Harold's. "Sorry there isn't much to do..."

Harold shook his head, "It's fine..." He said, kissing at Etah's lips as they brushed over his. "We don't need anything to do to stay entertained, right?"

"True enough," murmured Etah. He nipped at Harold's lips.

Harold let out a happy little whimper and nipped back at Etah's lips, pulling himself closer.

Etah dipped in for a hard kiss as he pulled right onto his lap.

Harold's tail flicked behind him as he returned the kiss, a hand trailing up and playing in Etah's hair a bit.

A pleased buzzing hummed in Etah's chest as he trailed his claws down Harold's sides.

Harold shuddered as he felt the claws on his sides, and he pulled away. He leaned down, kissing lightly along Etah's neck.

Etah's eyes glowed with pleasure as he tilted his head to give Harold more access to his neck. He wrapped his wings around Harold.

Harold chose a spot and kissed at it once more, before stopping and sucking on it lightly, his tail curling around himself.

Etah's eyes slid closed as he let out a garbled moan. His claws making their way around Harold to trail up his back.

------------CENSOR!!-----------

Harold laid on his back, stretched out and content, his tail lazily hanging off the side of the bed.

Etah was flopped out on his stomach, his eyes softly glowing. He wrapped an arm around Harold.

Harold grinned, a hand resting on Etah's arm. His tail swished lazily, "You're wonderful, Etah..."

"And you're incredible," mumbles Etah. He pulled Harold closer. "You should stay over more often."

Harold allowed himself to be pulled and he nuzzled at Etah, "I will," He mumbled lazily.

"I'll hold you to that." Etah smirked, and lightly squeezed Harold.

Harold sighed in a pleased manner, "I can't agree with me being incredible, though..." He mumbled, yawning slightly.

Etah snorted and pokes Harold's side. "I'm your lover, so that's for me to decide."

Harold's grin turned into a crooked one and he poked Etah right back. He snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek, yawning again.

"Go to sleep Harold." Etah shifted to get comfortable. "We'll talk more in the morning."

Harold nodded drowsily, and closed his eyes, nuzzling Etah once more before drifting off to sleep.

Etah smirked, before drifting off himself.

Harold: -yawns, getting a little bored, and feeling even more awkward than when Kong and Daren were still around- ... -wonders if anyone interesting will show up-

Etah: *Walks out yawning*

Harold: -flicks an ear as he hears a yawn- ..? -looks around-

Etah: *Smirks when he sees Harold, gives a lazed salute*

Harold: -smiles and waves slightly and walks over to Etah, making sure that his hair covers up his black eye, but otherwise looking a bit relieved- Hallo..

Etah: Hello. *Tilts his head* How are you?

Harold: I'm fine... -leans in and kisses his cheek-

Etah: *Blinks, ear flicking* That's good

Harold: I suppose... -rubs the more hurt side of his face- How're you?

Etah: *Shrugs* Alright I suppose. Something wrong with your face? *Eyes narrow*

Harold: -ears perk, and drops his hand, that half of his face still covered with hair- No! It's fine.

Etah: You sure? *Raises a brow*

Harold: -nods- I'm sure. -flicks an ear, a bit irritated at the hair in his face-

Etah: If you say so *Continues to stare at Harold with suspicion*

Harold: -blinks- Uhm...

Etah: Any plans today?

Harold: No, not really.

Etah: Great. You can spend it with me then.

Harold: -smiles slightly- Alright...

Etah: Great.... *Has no idea what they could do*

Harold: Would you like to take a walk? It's not so cold out, so... -shrugs-

Etah: Walk? Alright....we never did finish out last one.

Harold: -smiles- Alright... -holds out his hand to Etah-

Etah: *Takes Harold's hand* What way should we go?

Harold: Hm... -points in a random direction- This way.

Etah: Alright. *Wings shift so they're pressed against his back* Lets go.

Harold: -starts to walk, lightly tugging on Etah's hand, trying to resist the urge to push his the hair out of his face-

Etah: *Falls into step beside Harold, watching him closely*

Harold: -tries to start a conversation -So...anything interesting happen recently?

Etah: No. How about with you?

Harold: -hesitates- Nothing.

Etah: *Raises a brow* Why'd you hesitate?

Harold: No reason... -looks over to him and smiles- I was...just trying to remember.

Etah: ...If you say so *Turns his head to look up at the sky*

Harold: -hums slightly, not sure what to say-

Etah: ...Do you have summer clothes?

Harold: -blinks- Yeah...why?

Etah: Damn...no reason.

Harold: -smirks- What, did you want me to go around naked like you?

Etah: ...Perhaps.

Harold: -chuckles- I'm afraid I'd have to be drunk before I did that. -smirks- But, maybe I'll do it for you, just for you. -bumps against Etah-

Etah: *Ears perk* Just for me? Don't I feel special *Smirks* And I'm sure I could get a hold of some booze.

Harold: You should feel special.. -rubs his face again-

Etah: I do. *Watches Harold closely as he rubs his face*

Harold: Good... -sees the field that they sort of got in a fight in, though it's sprinkled with flowers and what looks like the start of grass- Lets go down there.

Etah: Hmm? *Doesn't really recognize the field*

Harold: -tugs Etah down to the field, when they reach it, he flops down, sighing rather happily-

Etah: *Shrugs, takes a seat beside Harold, carefully studying his face*

Harold: I'm glad it's spring...

Etah: Why's that?

Harold: Winter is so depressing... -frowns- Everything is dead and it's cold and dismal... -gently takes a flower in his hand, not picking it, just holding it- But in spring, everything explodes and suddenly the world is alive again.

Etah: Spring, the time of rain and flowers, and the time when people have an overabundance of sex.

Harold: -looks over to Etah, smirking softly- Exactly...

Etah: *Ears perk at the smirk* Hmm *Flops down on his side by Harold*

Harold: Even though it's rainy in the spring, it's still better than the snow. The snow is quiet and solemn, like...like ashes...from a crematory. -blinks, a bit frightened at his analogy, but sighs, looking over the field before flopping down next to Etah, his hair falling more away from his face-

Etah: *Eyes narrow as he stares at Harold's face. Reaches out to push the hair away*

Harold: -tries to cover up his face after his hair is pushed out of the way, but realizes it's too late, so just sighs, rubbing at it. The bruise is partially healed, but still ugly and very noticeable-

Etah: *Scowls, eyes glowing dark orange with anger*

Harold: -lets out somewhat of a whimper- I'm sorry...I know I said it wouldn't happen again...it's all my fault, not his...

Etah: How is it your fault?

Harold: I don't know...it just is... -looks away from Etah-

Etah: ... *Lets out a growling hiss* It's not your fault.

Harold: Don't be angry...

Etah: *Grunts* ... *Wraps an arm around Harold's waist*

Harold: -blinks as Etah wraps an arm around him- ... -sighs-

Etah: You need to leave that house.

Harold: I have...I'm staying at my cousin's... -bites his lip-

Etah: ....Syd?

Harold: -nods- Mnhm.

Etah: Good. *Wraps his one wing around Harold*

Harold: -sighs and nuzzles him lightly-

Etah: *Briefly tightens his hold on Harold, then nuzzles back*

Harold: I- -stops himself from saying it and just buries his face in Etah's chest, biting his lip so it doesn't slip out-

Etah: You what? *Blinks*

Harold: -mumbles- Nothing...

Etah: ...Alright *Rubes Harold's back*

Harold: -bites his lip as his back is rubbed, finding it harder to hold in, so blurts it out in Icelandic- Ég ást þú!

Etah: *Blinks* What was that?

Harold: -blushes- Nothing...you wouldn't want to know what it means anyways... -looks away-

Etah: Oh come on. *Pokes Harold with a claw* I'm curious now.

Harold: But... -bites his lip-

Etah: What?

Harold: Fine...I'll tell you...but you can't laugh or...whatever... -blushes more-

Etah: *Blinks* Alright.

Harold: ... -timidly whispers it in his ear- I love you...

Etah: *Ears shoot straight up as his eyes widen in shock*

Harold: -backs away- I'm sorry... -blushes, his ears dropping- I knew you didn't want to hear it...

Etah: ...... *Just continues to stare with wide eyes*

Harold: I'm sorry... -starts to get up- I'll leave...

Etah: .... *Reaches up to tug Harold back down*

Harold: -is tugged back down- ... -looks at Etah like he's about to be smacked-

Etah: *Hugs Harold, but says nothing*

Harold: ...! -lets out a small noise of surprise as he's hugged-

Etah: *Keeps his hold surprisingly gentle and nuzzles at Harold* You're an idiot, you know that? Falling for someone like me.

Harold: -blinks, his eyes widening with shock, but carefully nuzzles him back- I don't care... -wraps his arms around Etah-

Etah: You sure about that?

Harold: -nods- Of course I am.

Etah: *Fists a hand in Harold's hair, gently tugs to bring Harold's lips to his*

Harold: -shudders, feeling a fluttering in his stomach, lightly presses his lips against Etah's into a loving little kiss-

Etah: *Pulls back and nuzzles*

Harold: -sighs, returning the nuzzling- Oh...Etah... -kisses his cheek-

Etah: Hmm?

Harold: ...Nothing... -smiles, not sure what to say, so just nuzzles at him more-

Etah: Alright *Shifts and wraps his wings around Harold*

Harold: -pulls himself closer to Etah- I love you... -says it again for good measure-

Etah: *Sighs like a kid having teeth pulled* I love you too...

Harold: Oh... -smiles, beaming actually, hugging him tighter- I'm glad...

Etah: *Peeks open an eye to stare down at Harold, rubs his back. Flops his head back down and smiles a little* You're a strange one

Harold: -smiles- Oh well... -sort of curls up next to Etah, closing his eyes-

Etah: Tired?

Harold: No...not tired...I just figure I should soak it all in, you know?

Etah: *Blinks* You a romantic?

Harold: -shrugs, looking at Etah- I suppose... -frowns- But...no one's said they love me in a while...

Etah: Well, now that's changed.

Harold: Yeah...I guess it has. -smiles and nuzzles Etah some more-

Etah: *Rubs Harold's back, not quite sure what he's supposed to do now*

Harold: -gives Etah a soft kiss-

Etah: *Bites back a smile, buzzes in a purring manner*

Harold: -smirks slightly at the buzzing, and nuzzles him, looking up to the sky-

Etah: What a strange day.

Harold: Strange?

Etah: For me anyways.

Harold: -smiles- I think it's lovely...

Etah: *Kisses the top of Harold's head, then pats him on the back*

Harold: -smiles, but fidgets a bit, not sure what to do- We should do something...

Etah: Like what? *Tilts his head*

Harold: Anything. -smirks-

Etah: .... *Brows raise, smirks back*

Harold: So...what'll it be?

Etah: *Leans down and whipsers suggestive things in Harold's ear*

Harold: -blushes, his smirk growing as he leans and kisses Etah's neck-

Etah: That a yes?

Harold: -nods-

Etah: *Smirks, then nips at Harold's ear*

Harold: -shudders as his ear is nipped, and gives Etah little kisses along his jawline-

Etah: *Lets out a buzzing hiss as he tries to pull Harold even closer, tugging on his jacket at the same time*

Harold: -moves his hands and fumbles with the buttons on his jacket, trying to take it off-

Etah: *Tries to assist Harold*

Harold: -smirks as he unbuttons it and peels it off. Tosses it aside and goes back to kissing Etah-

Etah: *Slips his hands under Harold's shirt to trail his claws up to Harold's chest*

Harold: -bites his lip, muttering something-

Etah: What was that?

Harold: Er...nothing. -ear flick-

Etah: If you say so...

Harold: -smiles, reaching over and grabbing Etah's hand- Love you...~

Etah: *Ears flicks, looks flustered. Mumbles* Yeah you too *Isn't exactly comfortable with saying it*

Harold: -ears drop, loosening his grip on Etah's hand- ...What's wrong...?

Etah: Nothing *Ears flick wildly*

Harold: Are you sure...? -ears droop farther-

Etah: I'm sure *Looks back at Harold* Damn it, don't do that!

Harold: -jumps slightly, letting go of Etah's hand- I-i-i'm sorry...!

Etah: *Eyes flash bright orange and he bites back a growl as he looks frustrated and confused* .... *Bites out* I'm. Sorry. *Forces himself to relax* I'm just...not used to all of this

Harold: Oh... -bites his lip- That's okay... -smiles in somewhat of a reassuring manner-

Etah: *Runs a hand through his hair* You're...you're going to have to be patient with me.

Harold: -gently takes Etah's hand in his-

Etah: *Squeezes Harold's hand and starts walking again* ...Rumor is that more strange Namrah will be showing up in the future

Harold: Oh...that'll be interesting...I heard there were already some strange ones...but they're rare.

Etah: Have you hard the name of them?

Harold: Uhm...Aquatic and Draconic. But my...human...said that aquatics have been around for a while, since she came here...but she's only seen one.

Etah: I've heard of the Aquatics... *Shudders at the thought of Draconics, more specific, fire breathing Namrah*

Harold: -ears perk at the shudder- Yeah...I've never seen any...so...for a while, at least, they'll be pretty rare...

Etah: Good *Hopes they die off*

Harold: -smiles slightly- Yeah... -shrugs, not really caring-

Etah: Getting hungry?

Harold: -nods- Yeah, I suppose so.

Etah: If you want to dig in the backpack, I packed some fruit and stuff in there

Harold: Oh...okay. -walks around Etah and opens the backpack, pulling out an apple-

Etah: *Flexes his wings* We should be getting close

Harold: Alright... -bites into the apple-

Etah: *Looks up, staring at the thinning tree tops as he walks*

Harold: -looks around, enjoying the scenery while he quietly munches on his apple-

Etah: *Trips over a tree root and stumbles. Regaining his blance before he falls*

Harold: -jumps, instinctively reaching out to grab him, but instead, tripping over the same root and falling, his apple rolling away- ...

Etah: *Blinks in surprise* You alright Harold? *Crouches down by the fallen male*

Harold: -sits up, his cheeks red from embarrassment- Yeah...I'm fine...!

Etah: You sure? *Looks Harold over*

Harold: -nods- I'm sure...

Etah: *Holds out his hand to help Harold up*

Harold: -stares at the hand before grabbing it-
:
Etah: *Pulls Harold up* You're going to need a new apple

Harold: -brushes dirt off of himself after he stands, looking in the direction where the apple rolled- Oh...I do.

Etah: You sure you're alright?

Harold: -nods, smiling at Etah- I'm fine...

Etah: Alright... *Shrugs off the backpack to dig in it*

Etah: *Perched on the roof of his shed, filing his claws*

Harold: -sings softly to himself, sweeping- I slept sweetly unpretending, that the night was always ending, she breathed lightly right next to me, I dreamed of her inside of me...

Etah: *Ears perk when he hears singing, stops filing and listens*

Harold: And in my dream she sang so sweetly, a melody I hope to sing, so enslaved by her sweet wonder, it cut my legs and pangered hunger.

Etah: *Moves over to hang over the side of the shed by the open door*

Harold: She sang my name and so engulfed, and I cried and felt my legs fail, in her arms I trembled electric, and she led me and she held me. -looks up and sees Etah. Blushes and shuts up- ...

Etah: Why'd you stop?

Harold: Well...because I'm no good...

Etah: *Shrugs* I liked it

Harold: ... -blushes more- Really...?

Etah: *Nods* Yeah

Harold: ...Ouh... -blinks, biting his lip- Want me to continue?

Etah: *Nods* Yes

Harold: -stands where he is, taking a deep breath- Then waking she was older still, and holds my love against it's will, in spell cast with her palms, extended, cursed love is never ended.

Etah: *Silently listens, feeling light headed as the blood rushes to his head*

Harold: Cursed eyes are never closing, cursed arms are never closing, cursed children never rising, cursed me never despising.

Etah: *Flips off the roof and lands on his feet. Plops down since he feels dizzy*

Harold: -looks over to Etah, wondering if he's alright- Oh I am loving always holding, epic song it tells of how, of she and I are living now...

Etah: *Rolls over and flops on his stomach to listen to Harold*

Harold: ...uhm, that's it. -bites his lip-

Etah: Nice song.

Harold: Yeah...I like it a lot. -smiles-

Etah: *Nods, then sighs* So, you my housekeeper now?

Harold: -looks at the broom- Uhm...if you want me to be...I just was bored...and I felt like cleaning up, that's all...

Etah: You seem to be doing that a lot though.

Harold: -shrugs- I just...I don't know... -blushes, looking embarassed-

Etah: *Raises a brow* You blushing?

Harold: -puts a hand on his cheek, covering it up- No...! Why would I blush...!

Etah: I don't know *Smirks* Looks like you are.

Harold: -blushes more- I am not...!

Etah: If you say so *Continues to smirk*

Harold: -fidgets, tapping his finger on the broom-

Etah: What?

Harold: Nothing... -looks up at Etah, expectantly-

Etah: *Ears flick, wonders what he's suppsed to do*

Harold: -blushes- Kiss me? I want a kiss...

Etah: Oh, I can do that *Climbs to his feet and stretches before walking over to Harold*

Harold: -grins, watcing Etah as he sets down the broom-

Etah: *Smirks, tugs Harold in for a hard kiss*

Harold: -blinks, and returns the kiss, surprised-

Etah: *Wraps his arms around Harold's waist, the kiss softening somewhat*

Harold: -sighs, happily, leaning on Etah and smiling against his lips-

Etah: *Pulls back and lazily nuzzles*

Harold: -returns the nuzzles and looks at Etah- I love you...

Etah: *Tries to hide his pleasure at hearing those words, though his eyes glow softly. Whispers* Love you too

Etah: *Leans into the hug, wrapping his wings around Harold*

Harold: You're so lovely...

Etah: *Blinks* What?

Harold: -smirks- You heard me, you're lovely-

Etah: *Scowls and fights off a blush* You must've hit your head

Harold: -shakes his head, frowning at the scowl- I haven't hit my head.

Etah: Well something must have happened if you find me lovely.

Harold: I've always found you lovely...

Etah: *Blushes, though his skin hides it. Shifts awkwardly* Even when I was a four legger?

Harold: -nods, blushing- Yeah...

Etah: *Smirks* Beastiality much?

Harold: -frowns- It's not like that...! Anthros date normals all the time.

Etah: *Pokes Harold's cheek* I'm just messing with you Harold

Harold: -grumbles, blushing again-

Etah: *Kisses Harold's cheek*

Harold: -smiles, feeling small flutterings in hs stomach. Nuzzles at Etah-

Etah: *Holds Harold close*

Harold: -sighs, leaning on him slightly-

Etah: *Rubs Harold's back and sighs in a content manner*

Harold: Come on, lets go inside.

Etah: Alright *Pulls back and takes Harold's hand*

Harold: -grabs the broom and heads inside, lightly tugging on Etah's hand-
Etah: *Lets Harold lead him in, closing the door behind them*

Harold: -pulls Etah over to the bed, sitting on it-

Etah: *Sits down and shits to lay his head on Harold's lap*

Harold: -smiles, looking down at Etah. Rests his hand on Etah's head and curls his fingers in Etah's hair-

Etah: *Nuzzles Harold's leg and relaxes*

Harold: -leans down and kisses his cheek-

Etah: You like it here?

Harold: I love it here...

Etah: Good

Harold: -is walking home, his ears pinned back and his face hiding under his hair. Bites his lip, broodingly-

Etah: *Perched on the roof of the shed, tapping his claws in a bored manner*

Harold: -twitches when he sees Etah on the roof, but walks right past him and into the shed-

Etah: *Raises a brow and debates going in after Harold. Sighs, then drops down off the roof and heads into the shed*

Harold: -is angrily gathering up his stuff, whimpering and biting his lip-

Etah: What are you doing? *Leans against the door way and watches*

Harold: I'm leaving. -shoves his clothes carelessly into his bag and grabs his cello. Walks up to Etah- Move.

Etah: *Raises a brow and crosses his arms* Why?

Harold: You know why. -tightens his grip on the cello case, his knuckles turning white- Now let me go.

Etah: Last I checked, I'm not a psychic Pokemon, so I can't read your mind Harold

Harold: I said, if you hurt Meth, I would have to leave you, and you hurt him.

Etah: *Narrows his eyes* And I told you that if he hurt you again, that I would hurt him back

Harold: -starts to sound hurt. his voice shaking- You hurt him more than he hurt me...

Etah: Says you. Hurts getting punched, I imagine it hurts even more when you're getting socked by your drunken friend.

Harold: -whimpers, biting his lip- Just...let me go.

Etah: Why?

Harold: Because I have to...

Etah: And if I don't want you to leave?

Harold: -twitches- I don't want to either...but I have to,

Etah: *Shifts to peer around Harold like he's looking for something*

Harold: ... -looks down, staring at the floor- ...

Etah: *Rights himself again* There's nothing pushing you

Harold: ...What?

Etah: You said you have to leave *Shrugs* There's nothing pushing you, so where does the "have to" come from?

Harold: ...You don't get it...

Etah: Enlighten me then

Harold: I don't...I can't explain...I just have to... -sighs, turning around and dropping his stuff, sitting on the bed. Whimpers, putting his head in his hands-

Etah: *Sighs, pushes away from the door way and walks over to sit down next to Harold* Then I will not stop you, but... *Tilts his head and stares at Harold*

Harold: -looks over to Etah- But what...?

Etah: If you leave, there's no guarantee I'll let you come back

Harold: -sniffles- I don't want to leave... -flops back on the bed- I'm not leaving...

Etah: *Raises a brow* You sure?

Harold: -nods, closing his eyes- I am... -opens an eye- I love you...I can't leave someone I love, right?

Etah: *Smirks* Good answer *Shifts to stretch out on his side next to Harold*

Harold: -scoots over to Etah and wraps an arm around him- I'm sorry...

Etah: For what? *Rubs at Harold's side*

Harold: For being insensitive... -nuzzles slightly-

Etah: You should be sorry for stealing my role then. I'm supposed to be the insensitive one here

Harold: -bites his lip, blushing- Oh...right...sorry.

Etah: *Raises a brow and pokes Harold's cheek* You're turning red

Harold: I am not...! -hides his face in the pillow-

Etah: *Up goes the other brow as he stares at Harold*

Harold: -looks peeks out from the pillow, blushing more when he notices Etah staring at him- What?

Etah: I'm just thinking that if you're going to start hiding in my pillow, I'm just going to have to make due with staring at your lovely a**

Harold: -cheeks turn bright bright red, and rolls over so his a** is against the bed, but puts the pillow on top of his face so it isn't visible-

Etah: *Bites back a snicker* Do I even have to say what I get to stare at now?

Harold: -sighs, slowly taking the pillow away from his face and staring back at Etah-

Etah: *Smirks at Harold* Face it, I get a nice view no matter what you do

Harold: ...-mumbles something about the view not being that great and crosses his arms-

Etah: That's you're opinion. If it was any different, you'd be a narcissist

Harold: -sighs and looks over to the wall- Whatever...

Etah: What?

Harold: Nothing. -sulks slightly-

Etah: *Pokes Harold's cheek*

Harold: -blushes again- Neh...stoppit...

Etah: *Smirks* Why?

Harold: Because...You're making me blush...all the blood rushing to my head can't be too healthy, right?

Etah: *Strokes Harold's cheek* You don't need me for that Harold, you blush all on your own anyways

Harold: -grumbles, his cheeks still red. Grabs the pillow and plops it over his face again- Arsehole.

Etah: What thank you my dear, I try

Harold: -lightly thwaps Etah-

Etah: Ow, that hurt

Harold: Psh. Bullshit.

Etah: Seriously, I think I'm going to cry *Wipes away a fake tear*

Harold: -stares, and then frowns- Really?

Etah: No, not really

Harold: Oh... -blushes out of embarrassment-

Etah: *Smirks, brushes a kiss over Harold's cheek*

Harold: -smiles slightly at the kiss, and leans over and returns it-

Etah: Better?

Harold: -nods and curls up next to Etah, sighing happily- I love you...~

Etah: I know you do *Smirks cockily and nips at Harold's ear* Love you too

Harold: -Ear flicks and starts to look a little deviant, kissing Etah's jawline- Really? You've grown soft. -pats his shoulder-

Etah: *Scowls* Soft? How have I grown soft?

Harold: -shrugs- Eh...you just seem...nicer than when I first met you. -tail swishes playfully-

Etah: *Continues to scowl as he thinks that over* I don't think I seem any different

Harold: -smirks- Denial. That's the first step, lovely. -pats him again-

Etah: First step to what?

Harold: First step in...uh, becoming soft. -runs a finger along Etah's arm- Though really, it's all bullshit, so don't you worry your pretty little head.

Etah: *Stares down at Harold's finger, his eyes following the finger's path* ...I'm not going soft

Harold: No...not at all... -kisses along Etah's arm-

Etah: *Shivers* Good

Harold: -chuckles haughtily and kisses up Etah's arm and up to his neck-

Etah: *Eyes softly glow as he tilts his head to Harold more access to his neck*

Harold: -tail swishes as he starts to lightly suck on Etah's neck-

Etah: *Lets out a mix between a pleased bug like hiss and a moan. Rubs Harold's side before slipping a hand under Harold's shirt*

Harold: -shivers slightly, and pulls away-

Etah: *Hisses in disapproval when Harold pulls away*

Harold: -ears perk at the hiss, and stares at Etah for a bit, before leaning back over and kissing him-

Etah: *Smirks into the kiss, runs his claws up Harold's back then tries to pull Harold closer*

Harold: -shivers again, and presses more into the kiss and against Etah-

Etah: *Pulls back to try and tug off Harold's shirt*

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Harold: -sighs contently and pushes back his hair, panting slightly-

Etah: *Stretched out on his stomach, smirking as his eyes glow brightly*

Harold: -looks over to Etah, the glowing catching his eyes. Smiles, and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek-

Etah: *Can't help but smile a little, though he turns his head to hide against the bed*

Harold: -stares- I'm the one that's supposed to do that, not you.

Etah: *Once he's satisfied that the smile is gone, he turns his head to look at Harold* Do what?

Harold: -stares- Er, nothing... -blushes-

Etah: *Smirks*

Harold: -twitches when he realizes he's blushing hides his face-

Etah: *Smirks grows, pats Harold on the back*

Harold: -laughs slightly and scoots over to Etah, snuggling him-

Etah: *Tugs up the blanket, then wraps a wing around Harold*

Harold: -smiles, burying his face in Etah's chest. Mumbles- I'm glad I met you, Etah..

Etah: *Trails his claws up and down Harold's back* ... *Kisses Harold's forehead*

Harold: -shivers- You're /perfect/.

Etah: *Closes his eyes* Hardly

Harold: No... -shakes his head and looks up at him- You're the loveliest person I've met.

Etah: Then you should get out more *Pats Harold's hip* Or you're a masochist of some sort

Harold: A masochist? Maybe... -nuzzles- But as sappy and pathetic as it sounds, I don't think I could ever love anyone more that I love you... -blushes, slightly embarrassed-

Etah: *Blinks, eyes glowing with pleasure as he opens his eyes a little* I've never loved anyone period

Harold: -stares, his ears dropping- ...Not even me...?

Etah: *Shakes his head* No, I mean before you *Kisses Harold's forehead in apology*

Harold: -Blushes more- Oh... -Smiles and nuzzles- I have...but...this feels different.

Etah: How so? *Runs his claws through Harold's hair*

Harold: It's hard to explain...you're just...different. -smiles- You've never gotten /too/ mad at me...and everyone else I've been with, by now I would've stopped liking them..

Etah: Well now I feel all special *Yawns, then nuzzle the top of Harold's head*

Harold: -smiles as he's nuzzled and kisses Etah's cheek- You're the best lover I've ever had. -blushes and closes his eyes- I don't think I could ever leave you...

Etah: I have no intention of letting you leave. As you learned earlier, I am bery convincing. *Brushes his lips over Harold's*

Harold: -kisses Etah lightly- Good. Don't let me...

Etah: Does this mean I have permission to tie you up if you trying again?

Harold: -smirks- Maybe...

Etah: Hmm, kinky

Harold: -fantasizes for a minute- Indeed. -smirks- I'd let you tie me up anyways...I mean, if you married me or something. -mostly joking-

Etah: *Blinks and looks lost* ...What's marriage?

Harold: ...-smirks- Nothing~

Etah: *Narrows his eyes* What is it?

Harold: -thinks- It's hard to explain...to someone who doesn't know what it is... -bites his lip- Er...you know how namrah become life mates, right?

Etah: *Nods* Yeah

Harold: It's like that...but, humans do it much more lavishly. Instead of just saying, "I'm only going to have sex with you and you only for the rest of my life", we add in rings and expensive ceremonies and parties with lots of food and public kissing and what not...and then, there's honeymoons...just one big expense. -frowns-

Etah: .....Why?

Harold: ...I don't know. Depends on the person...some people see it as a deeply religious thing. -yawns- I just think it's an excuse to spend a lot of money. Personally, I could just get by with just being married...you don't need all the pretty things with it.

Etah: You humans, all ruffling things up *Pats Harold on the a*** Take it from me, in the animal kingdom *Fanged smirk* we got it right with the sex. Much more fun are way

Harold: -blushes as his a** is patted, and smirks- Right... -sighs- I guess humans are just ruffley beings. -trails a finger over Etah's chest- Though, honestly, when I was a kid, I always wanted a big wedding.

Etah: *Closes his eyes at the touch* Are you hinting that I should give you a big wedding?

Harold: No...it's too much money. I'd be embarrassed, anyways...not because I'd be marrying you, but because, I don't know...I wouldn't want to get dressed up and be shown off for everyone to oogle at.

Etah: Humans dress up for this thing too?

Harold: Yeah...women get in big, gigantic, thousand dollar dresses, and men dress in thousand dollar tuxedos. Plus there's the brides maid, maid of honor, best man..and all of the guests. They all have to dress up too.

Etah: *Snorts, looks down at himself, then back up at Harold* I don't even own clothes

Harold: I know, that's why it's so ridiculous. Could you imagine a nudist wedding? If I were them, I'd feel so terrible and obligated. Being naked in a church or a synagogue has to be a sin.

Etah: Everyone's born naked. If anything, wearing clothes into some holy place would be a sin

Harold: It should...but, even babies are baptized with a robe on.

Etah: Baptized?

Harold: It's when you basically devote your life, or your child's life, to God.

Etah: ...I don't think babies are quite capable of making that decision

Harold: -curls up against him- That's why I don't like it.

Etah: Don't like baptism?

Harold: No...I think they should wait until the kid is a teenager, so they can decide for themselves. -sighs- I'm glad I'm not Christian...

Etah: What are you?

Harold: Jewish.

Etah: ...How many different religions are there?

Harold: Too many to count...every country has a religion, every tribe, every ethnicity...actually, I think everyone in the entire universe has their own religion. And that's billions...trillions of religions.

Etah: Humans over complicate things *Lays his head down and burrows into the bed like he's trying not to think about it*

Harold: -laughs slightly- Maybe...but I think it's because we get bored too easily.

Etah: Then you need to find your entertainment the same way we do in the animal kingdom

Harold: Oh? How do you find entertainment?

Etah: We prove our dominance and have lots of jungle sex

Harold: -blushes- See, we all like jungle sex. Hot, sweaty jungle sex. But for some reason, we think we should hide it...I think we should just do it in public...like, say a couple is walking down the street, and then, bam. They just get naked and get on with it.. -fantasizes-

Etah: You humans can only dream of getting the amount of jungle sex we get in the animal kingdom

Harold: Perhaps... -sighs, but then smirks- But, I'm not a human anymore. -tail swish-

Etah: *Smirks and pats Harold's a*** That you aren't

Harold: -blushes- So...since I'm not a human anymore... don't have to worry about religion, right...? So...oh, never mind...

Etah: Hmm? *Flicks an ear*

Harold: Would you like to...uhm... -mumbles something and blushes-

Etah: Like to what?

Harold: -sighs and shakes his head- Nothing...

Etah: ....*Nips at Harold's ear* If you're asking to be my mate, don't bother. You already are