[PrP] Biological clock (Snailshell & Vetiver) FIN

[fluorescein]

Lured in by thirst, he ventured forward to a body of water he hadn't visited in ages. He saw a green and pink body from afar, but finished what he came for first. He wanted to jump but that wouldn't be very polite. The offending ripples would splash her. She was that close.

He walked over and stood nearby waiting for her to finish. The foxbuns were engaging in a mating dance. Perhaps it was an inopportune time to meet her acquaintance. He waited for her to acknowledge his existence, hoping it would be soon before the foxbuns started bumping uglies.  

[fluorescein]

((LMAO. My inadvertent goal for tonight seems to be to finish an entire bottle of wine. But this RP is cracking me up from everything to title to Spiral's calculating mood))

He smiled slowly and brightly the same way you would charm a watersnake. "It's a pleasure indeed," he asked as his eyes roamed the green and pink from the tip of the explosion near the tip to the rare horns. Beneath, her hooves looked dainty, even her scales. Cocking his head to the opposite direction of the now mating foxbuns, he pointed with his head to a shadowy foliage overpass. "It's cooler over there."  

[fluorescein]

"Charmed, I'm sure." Ever the gentlebuck, he did not voice his thoughts. He knew she was eyeing him. He could feel it. He was secure in his manliness and cleanliness. He had no reason to feel self-conscious.

He sideglances and unleashes a wicked smile as he continued to watch the foxbuns and she openly stared at him. "I bet I can last longer."  

[fluorescein]

He indulged her.

Rising from his haunches he walks until he was in front of her, giving her a personal view of his rippling form before glides to sit in front of her. He looks her squarely in the eye. His grin deepens and a laugh threatens to break loose. "At the count of 3.

3
2
1
GO!"
He stares  

[fluorescein]

She was a rarity. Pretty in the coloring along with her svelte build, scales and new tail and horns. Furry, too. There must be something in the air. She looked at him as if she she'd jump his bones any minute and that may or may not involve knocking his lights out. He could see her purposely making him unconscious for her devious plans. Vetiver wants to at least be conscious for that. He ponders teasing her. He could just sprawl on her side and display his fabulous self in all his glory, but he was a gentlebuck above all, and this sort of teasing was cruel.

"Wouldn't you at least like to know my name, Snailshell?" he asks, slowly saying her name. Delightful doe.  

[fluorescein]

He decides to goad her some more. "Your tail...it's sleek, sprightly and very becoming on you. Hmmm, it'd be interesting to see if your lovely tail passes on to your offspring."

Deadpan and him were like this.  

[fluorescein]

"A sincere compliment was warranted wouldn't you agree? Thank you, but I prefer your horns" and the tail and body, but he is not forward nor would he ever be.

He stands up and looks beyond the water, and realizes what he's been looking at a little too late. The foxbuns are still at it. She probably thinks I'm a pervert if she misconstrues my desire for fresh air as my preference to be a voyeur instead of talking to her.

"Where are you from, oh Snailshell of the magnificent Tail? My twin and I live not too far away from my mother's tribe" He instantly regrets mentioning his Mother. Mother knew best but she wasn't the most gracious doe out there, especially to new kimetis. he flicks his tail back and looks over his shoulder as he debates going for a swim