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Sisal had found the dessert table. He really shouldn't have so many sweets. It wasn't good for him one bit. But, as it were, he was standing there with a plate laden with pies, puddings, cakes, cookies, and marshmallow delights. There was more he wanted to try, more that looked absolutely delectable. But he told himself not to be a glutton.

Well, anymore of a glutton than he already was. Munching on a some cherry pie, he glanced over to someone standing to his right. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked cheerfully around his mouthful. He took another large bit of the cherry pie, effectively finishing it off.
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Eyes lazily perusing the crowd he'd gotten himself stuck in, Tores kept random tabs on random individuals there. In typical fashion, he got to placing little labels on the few he'd noticed at the gathering. Nothing real interesting, as usual. But it was always boring when he didn't have work.

Drawn from his thoughts, the hybrid looked down as he heard a voice aimed possibly at him, blinking slowly as he noted the kid before him. Ears twitching forward with surprise at the clear address to him, he smirked, razor teeth peeking from behind his lips, "Can't say I really am." a small pause in amusement, "But looks like you are."
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Sisal blinked, his munching slowing down just a tad as he processed the hybrid's words. He wasn't enjoying himself? Why, that was ridiculous! "Why not?" he asked before taking a large bite of a pumpkin pie. Oh, that was good. A dab of whipped cream clung to his nose, unknowingly.

"The dessert are pretty good, you should try," he chirped cheerfully, holding out his partially consumed pie out to the male, grinning toothily. Perhaps, maybe, the stranger just didn't know what to do. Or what to eat. Although, in Sisal's opinion, everything was beyond delicious. He would have to bother someone in Rosebud to make treats like these. His hand snuck to the table, grabbing a cream cheese pumpkin roll and adding it to his never-diminishing pile of treats on his plate.
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Golden gaze on a dark canvas slowly lowered to take note of the treats that had been gathered by the stranger, regarding them with a slightly larger stretch of his grin, more pointed teeth revealing themselves.

Well the guy had a point there. The spread did look good. Leaning closer for a better look, his head tilted this way and that to really thoroughly take a look at the pie piece, before his giant tail curved around, massive maw opening and hanging over the extended hand, to snatch the offered treat. Long tongue even slipped out to brush along Sisal's palm, making sure not to leave any remnents. "Hm... not bad." Tores thoughtfully decided, standing upright as he eyed his tail head that was quite content with the devoured dessert.
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Sisal grinned encouragingly, stretching further to offer up the treat. And nearly jumped when the tail came into view, hovering over. Oh. He had forgotten that Shades and those with Shade attributes could do that. Well, most of them. His grin only faltered momentarily, jaw slack as he stared wide eyed at the tail open it's mouth and snatched up the piece of pie. A tremble went through him at the licking, fingers twitching involuntarily.

It was... fascinating. Strange, even though there were Shades in Rosebud and in the university. But the race differences to that extreme still held his wonder. His thoughts were snapped back to his company, however, and his grin was back in place, stronger than before. "It's absolutely delicious!" Sisal agreed happily. His head tilted to the side a bit, curiosity ebbing it's way through him. "Do you eat with just your tail? Or... do you use this mouth too?" he asked, gesturing to his own mouth. It may seem insensitive to call it the 'actual' or 'real' mouth. His hand grabbed a miniature cupcake from his plate, not bothering to wipe his hand clean.
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Large ears raised, as did his pierced brows from the question posed to him. For a second, he couldn't tell if the guy was joking or not. Either way, Tores bursted into a booming laugh, that had him toss his head back slightly, and place a hand on his perfectly carved abs.

Shaking his head, tail snickering in laughter of its own, the giant of a man managed to calm long enough to reponsed between chuckles, "Nah, I eat with both mouths, man. I just got one extra than everyone else." he smirked proudly, "guessin' you've not met a lot of shade tailed folks, eh?" couldn't fully fault the guy. The species was still relatively new to so many.
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Silas's brows shot up in confusion, head tilting, his eating on momentary pause. Had... he said something funny? Was there something on his face? Reaching up his hand, he did find some whipped cream on his nose but that was about all. And not much to warrant that much laughter. He was at a loss and stared baffled, trying to decide just what set off the shade.

Finally, it seemed the large man had finished his outburst and decided to talk. Oh. It had been something he said, he guessed. Though Silas thought the hybrid's sense of humor was... off. The dryad, at least, didn't think it was that funny. But he smiled politely regardless, listening intently. With both mouths. Huh. "You could probably eat dessert twice as fast," he murmured appreciatively, staring at the plate of food. Though... he didn't quite know if eating twice as fast was necessarily good. He wanted to savor the food, after all.

A slight reddening crept up to his cheek. "Well, no. I come from, uh... a relatively small town," he tried before shrugging and gesturing towards the man's form. "Besides, the shades I do come across look rather... well, much different," he pointed out.
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Now only a single brow rose, and a wry expression slid into his expression. "Yeah, I certainly can. Lots of things I can do with two mouths.." his lips pulled back to show more of those pearly whites. There was a clear suggestive tone to his words, emphesizes by the little wink he sent the others way.

Leaning back comfortably onto his heels, his hands found purchase in his pockets, displaying a more comfortable posture. Nodding along in acknowledgement and understanding, Tores gave a small shrug of his shoulders to sort of brush off the matter, "Ah it's fine. I know us hybrids tend to throw people off in one way or another."
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Sisal blinked in confusion, staring for a moment. He wasn't so dense that he didn't catch the tone. But... "I'm sure you can. Like...." his voice trailed off. Well, he certainly wasn't exactly sure what the male meant by the tones and he certainly wasn't going to embarrass himself by guessing wrong and so, Sisal took that opportunity to take a large bite out of a cookie. He couldn't possibly talk with his mouth full of food, right? It would be rude.

Except that thought flew out the proverbial window within seconds of the male talking. "So you are a hybrid," Sisal said excitedly around his mouthful before hastily swallowing. "I had thought you looked different from other shades I've seen," he pointed out cheerfully, pleased as punch at having silently guessed accurately. He stepped closer, eyes bright as he peered up at the male, examining him even more closely. Sure, he ran into a few hybrids. But there was always a uniqueness about them that never made their appearances old news.

Suddenly, he grinned. "You've really gotten a good dice roll of traits about ya, huh?" Sisal said in way of a compliment. He glanced pointedly at the male's abs. "I'm not nearly as toned... is it a hybrid thing, exercise, or are you just blessed with that?" He asked, eyes moving back up to the male's face. His hand brought a gingerbread cookie to his mouth and he methodically began munching at it.
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Chortling softly to himself, Tores let his eyes slide off to eye the spread of food again, wandering along some of the other spice infused options. Hmm.. that cinnamon spiced cake looked enticing... even a soft sheen was along its exterior, promising moisture to be held within.

His attention was only slightly returned back to his company, eat twitching towards the dryad to signal he was listening. Smirk twirking from the corners of his mouth, hearing the evident pride in the guy's voice, Tores mulled over taking a large portion of that cake he'd been eyeing... but the compliments that started to roll in had him giving pause.

Another rumble of laughter came from him at the pointed out physique he had. And on cue, said muscles flexed and rippled for show, eyes lidding in a pleased fashion, "I guess you could say that. Gotta give props to where I came from. But worked on a lot of it too." He couldn't speak for all of his shade portion, but he could for his family's livelyhood. "Think I turned out pretty alright." He echoed.
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"I think more than alright," Sisal immediately agreed, fascinated for a moment by the ripple of muscles. He wanted to touch them. It looked... interesting. Instead, his hands moved to his own flat stomach that was currently buried underneath layers of clothes. He couldn't take the cold, after all. He moved his eyes back up, grinning sheepishly for staring. "I help in my family's store when I'm not here and even then, I have barely any muscles to show for it," he mused. His fingers twitched; he really wanted to touch. "Can I... touch?" he asked unsurely, placing his plate on the table.

He didn't notice the hybrid's stare at the spread of desserts. His eyes were too caught by the ripple of muscles. He really hasn't met anyone yet with a body like that and the more he thought about it, the more his hands tingled with that need to feel the warmth and just how hard they were.
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Again, his interest was piqued when his impressive build was further made the center of attention, only managing to make the bodyguard's grin spread all the wider. He wasn't a shy, or conservative man. And he certainly was easily able to accept a compliment aimed his way... in fact, he definitely enjoyed them. Even his tail expressed this, its tusks exposing more with the corners of its mouth raising upwards.

It seemed impossible to keep from openly chuckling... and he even decided to take it to another level by raising his arms a little to bend them and let the muscles there bulge and tighten too. If the guy was impressed... hey, Tores didn't mind giving him a show to eat up with his eyes. "Well that's alright. Not everyone has to be toned. No shame in that." the bold question had Tores surprised once more, eyes lidding further with intrigue by such a brave request. "Sure, touch all you want, hun." without much more need for prompting, the large man stepped closer to close the gap between them a little more, watching Silas a little more intently now.
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The man stepped closer and Silas felt nervous all of a sudden. He didn't know why, really. It was just... he could feel the heat and smell the other and really, he's never been so close to someone without some sort of touching. And so, Silas figured the way to relieve him of the awkward discomfort was to put his hand on the other.

And it certainly did not help things.

The skin was hot to the touch, firm, unyielding underneath his hands yet the taunt skin was soft. Fascinated yet acutely aware of the other, he slowly skidded his hands over the ripples, following the rise and fall of the dips. It was more than he expected and although he was fulfilling the tingling in his hands, they just wanted more. "It's nice," he commented after a moment before tilting his head back to grin at the other.

And then, he brought his own hands down to gather up the hem of his large sweater, vest, shirt, and thermal shirt, pulling it upwards with a bit of struggle until a good few inches of his own abdominal was shown. He tried to peer over the bunched up clothes to see but couldn't and so, focused his eyes back on the hybrid. "It's only fair if you get to see, as well," he pointed out with a sheepish grin. "Not nearly as impressive, especially with all the... holidays," he added on, recalling all the treats he's been eating.
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Tores remained still as Silas began his exploration of the ripped abs along his milky skin. Not a flinch or twitch was made as fingers danced along, smirking all the more as he watched for the others reaction to his in investigation. It was intriguing for someone to ask something so bold. But the hybrid wasn't a shy man, not in the slightest. If anything, he enjoyed the attention a great deal, and the contact was a pleasant bonus.

Brows raised now when a returned gesture was made, chuckling again when the flatter tummy was expressed. Bending at his towering height, he playfully feigned some judging of the state of the surface, lips puckering into a faux scrutinizing posture, eyes lidding ever so slightly. "That's alright. Just means ya gotta work hard to balance out the holiday temptations, hm?" Tores mused, as a large hand moved to gently poke at Silas's stomach.
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Sisal grinned widely as his belly was poked, letting his layers of clothes fall back down. He let out a laugh, as well. "I suppose so. I'll have to work at it twice as much once the weather is warmer," he agreed. As a dryad, he wasn't quite... fond of the cold weather. It made him sluggish and cold. And so, he usually kept to heavy clothes and indoors.

Which really lowered his productivity out in the orchid when he went home or on anything in general. He was usually a very active dryad. But on cold days, he wanted to curl up and nap. Except today. The festival was too exciting to doze through. "Though I doubt I'll ever obtain your level," he added with a nod.
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A sort of 'ooooh' expression was made on Tores' face at the mention of warm weather, giving a slow nod of understanding. That's right. Dryad's were sensitive to the temperatures. Much like trees they thrived in the warmer months. He was learning about the various Nightmares and Daydreams since being introduced to the rest of the world.

Perking up at the added point, another chuckle rumbled in his thick chest, a somewhat sympathetic expression shifting on his chiseled face, "Well now, I'm sure you could get close to it if you tried." Tores crooned, "Just gotta hit the gym hard, ya know?"
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Sisal nodded along, though something caught his eye in the distant. Was that... his cousin? His eyes squinted, trying to find more details, not realizing he was acting rather distracted.

"Yes, yes. I think I'll do that..." he trailed off. That was his cousin! Frowning, he took a step in their direction before realizing how rude he was being. Quickly, he turned to his partner at the dessert table, giving a sheepish grin. "I have to go check on something. It was nice meeting you! If we meet again, we should go eat some cake!" he told him cheerfully before raising his hand in farewell and spinning around to quickly walk through the crowds, frown back in place.
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