[Slight gore/cursing warning, but nothing tootoo serious, yes?]
Human or deer, it matters little. Just pick one, and I'll happily respond to you.
(The Rules)
1. I can't draw. At all. So if you desire to rp via drawings, then just know that I will not be able to reply in a similar fashion. However, if you still desire to use art, then you are more than welcome to do so.
2. My posts will the length or about the same length of your posts.
3. I can start, or you can start c: Dosen't matter which~
Jergens - (Deer open, Human open)
Faith - (Deer open, Human open)
"Yup! The united states! you
"your name is cool! you can call me America, or Alfred! my name's kind of boring, but oh well!"he flopped onto his belly then, limbs splayed in a comedic fashion.
"oooh another? who else have ya' met~?"
"I was never actually unhappy
"Maybe if you do something long enough, it becomes who you are, and it doesn't change anymore," He added. "And I've certainly done that long enough for it to become part of who I am."
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Vanny~ In a way, he kind of
In a way, he kind of liked him. This was certainly a step up from the other two nutjobs that Jergens had met earlier. Still, he couldn't help but find him a tad bit egotistical. Eh, everyone had flaws, anyway.
"I dunno, I always thought my name was kinda stupid, but whatever floats yer boat, I guess." he raised himself up into a reclining position, his back resting against the Idol's damp side. Quite a human-like position, really.
"If by 'others' ya mean Chester the Molester and Trippy eyes, then yeah." he muttered, ears twitching as those not-so-nice memories came back, especially the ones that involved Alaska.
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Mick~
"You talk as if you're in your middle years. Change shouldn't be sealed off to you just yet." he cocked his head to the side, blinking slowly, an expression of serene melancholy on his face. "How much older than you am I? Two or three years, I think. Either way, look at how much I've changed. Granted, it wasn't for the better, but change is change." he spoke with concern, but kept his words as cold as they usually were.
"You can't rely on lust forever, because, abnormal or not, your body is going to grow old and wear out on beauty." he looked up, red eyes staring into blue.
"Is that really what you want to become? An old man relying on prostitutes?"
"France!...and..." he paused,
"micheal, Alaska...my son" not by blood of course, not even Alaska knew who his blood parents were, if he had any, for all anyone knew he had just appeared one day, as many nations did.
He had been passed around from Canada to Russia, before Amrica had finally purchased him, he had been such a broken boy when America had gotten him, moreso than he was now.
"if, you see him, give him this, for me? for him?..." for the sake of doing something good.
He popped up, smiling again, turning in circles until he could pull something from his pocket, plopping it down into the grass.
Just a simple silver necklace. a winged leaf adorning it.
But of course it meant the world to a certain state.
Jergens twitched an ear,
Alaska was the one person that he had no desire to see again, simply for the memories and jealousy that came packaged along with him.
He leaned forward, flopping back on all fours, bending down to nose it in uninterested curiosity.
"What's in it fer me?" he asked simply, always for an equal trade.
As long as it was equal.
He placed a hoof on the necklace's chain, eyeing the country for a response.
He pauses, he really has
He doubts that this stag will be interested in the 'do it because it's the right thing to do' slogan.
"he's gone through a lot..." he's not attempting to bribe, speaking to himself more than anything else.
"that necklace saved him once upon a time...I think, if you give it to him...maybe...he'll feel again...just a bit..." his ears tick back.
"That necklace is everything to him...his life, it's his whole world..." he looks up, eyes sad but smiling.
"I'd give you anything I had, anything you wanted...but...I don't think I have anything worth the heart and soul of another being" he admits.
"if you can think of something...I'll gladly give, gladly do, anything you like"
The larger stag simply stared
But...
There was, of course, the chance that the state had met up with Bartleby. Granted, Jergens had long since given up his search, but the new idea radiated a small spark of interest in his mind.
Still, he wasn't going to get cheated out of what should be a proper deal.
"Tell Pedro the Pedo to stop stalking me, and I guess that I can call that a deal." he finally mumbled, taking up the necklace anf flinging it into the air, letting it expertly fall on one of the two sharp antler spikes on his head, letting it dangle.
"I ask fer somethin' else when I need it, because just that ain't gonna be enough." he said simply, getting up to his legs, readying himself to go find one of the few people that he actually outright despised.
he laughed. "I don't know
"I don't know how well I can do that, but" he paused, it really was a cruel thing to do but...a deal was a deal.
"if he bugs you, just say that Joan would have been ashamed" he nodded once to himself, grin returning.
"okay! you can find me...lots of places, but not that graveyard" he seemed to, somehow, go a bit pale.
"there m-might be ghosts there" he shuddered, then stood up and pranced off, very happy indeed.
"Huh. Weird..." he shook his
Well, not like he had much to do anyway. Rosine was... somewhere. Who knew? And Peony was off on her own, smart little girl that she was.
He snuffed the air, trying to pinpoint Alaska's scent, or what he could imagine his smell to be. Probably of smoke and alcohol and caked blood.
It wasn't long before he found it and set off at an easy pace. Wasn't like he was in much of a hurry, after all.
((SHOULD I GO SOMEWHERE ELSE OR SHOULD WE STAY HERE? owo *capstorepresentexciteface*))
((you can go heeeere |D))
"Hehe. Old...I'll be ancient
"Anyway, there was a fundamental difference. You had people, you had Jergens. Someone who loved you. Really loved you, someone who forsaked all others for you...and you lost that. That changes people no matter what. I had no one, and I became a whore to stop myself being alone at night. I wanted someone's arms, every night...and that's what I got...and now I drive away anyone I want to love," Kylar said. Kahlan's voice had told him all those years ago to be careful what he wished for. Now he knew why. He'd grown so dependant on it, that when he tried to stop to love someone, he did something to send them away, and then he fell back to his nature.
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He flicked his ear, keeping a
"Your point?" he asked bluntly, tilting his head to the side.
The smaller fawn said nothing for a period of several seconds, letting those two words sink in.
"You act as if love is the single reason to live, as if existance is entirely based off of that." he spoke in a gently tone, despite the harshness of his words.
"I lived for buisness. I lived for carrying my family name, despite my own selfishness in refusing to take a wife before it was too late... Just because I loved him. If anything, love hindered my reason for existance. I failed in my purpose and promise to my parents to produce offspring." he trailed off, shaking his head a little to get back on the subject.
"Is your purpose to find someone who loves you? Or is it something that can benefit others rather than yourself?"
"And I have nothing else to
"I want to have a full life. I want to die alive."
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"Then I suggest you stop
He didn't know how else to respond.
"If you keep fiddling with things that cannot be fixed, then set it aside, and work on something new." he crossed his front legs over one-another, looking much like the buisness man that he was. "To achieve your goal, you need to work. All I see now is apparent laziness." the white fawn spoke without fear of attack or anger. Why bother? He couldn't die anyway, even if he wanted.
A chuckle came from the big
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"Then go." he simply said,
"As my own once said, 'Ya need to get off yer ass and do somethin' worthwhile if ya wanna make a name fer yerself'..."
"Heh. What I want right this
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He narrowed his eyes, hiding
"You gonna make it worth my
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He didn't seem to quite
Kylar sighed and shook his
*pokes*
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He blinked. Did he like it
...
"No." he stated, after a moment's thought. "I... would very much like to die. I'll admit that freely. In my opinion, my time here has ended. I'm dead to the world. Why can't I be dead here?" he tilted his head heavenward as well, sighing a bit.
((Fff... my bad ;; ))
(( Would you like to RP Faith
((FFFFFFFFFFFFFYESYESYES
(( Human~ c: How would you
((Bleh ;; I know the
(( Sure 8> Maybe they can
"Maybe this place is heaven
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((Pfftlol OH A FELLOW BLOOD
Ironic that it was just as cold as it was during the first morning they had met... Well... At least it wasn't as early. He certainly wouldn't have gone out that early now, not when the weather had been getting so chilly and unpleasent.
At least he was more prepared now, what with the garb that he had bundled himself in before he had set off. The young man wore a long, creame colored scarf that was tied in a simple knot on the front of his neck, the ends of which trailing down to his knees. With this, he also wore a long, navy blue coat, complete with fuzzy black gloves to protect his hands. Granted, the color scheme gave him the appearence of a complete fashion disastor, but when it meant keeping him warm, that was all that mattered.
He stood at the door to where the address he had gotten from the directory had led him, nervously clutching at a bundled, tan-colored package underneath his arm, and quite frankly, unsure of what to do.
He sucked in his lower lip, cheeks flushed due to the nipping chill that, even under all the padding he had, still wasn't able to stifle his own shivering. The physical discomfort from the long walk didn't help much either.
With slow, deliberate movements, he reached his own hand up to knock at the door. "Ahm... Mr. Kulpa?" he mumbled, almost unintellegable.
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Mick~ ((You always ninja me :<))
Almost instinctively, his tail thumped against the ground in silent agreement. A friend? Well... Alaska was his only real friend he had now. Maybe Kylar could act as another friend?
Just as silent as before, the little fawn rose to his hooves, taking a few steps over to lay against the larger deer's side, leaning agsint his darker form.
No words were spoken, as nothing was needed to be said.
Kylar smiled feeling the fawn
[the failure]
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((oh dear, /throws soup at/
Anyway.
Do you prefer deer or human for Bartleby?~
Mick~ ((Hush you... I fail
He didn't smile. With his own neutral mien, he rested his head upon Kylar's back and let his own eyes close, a small, almost incomprehendable mumble escaping his own lips.
"I forgive you..."
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Brighty~ ((Ack, soup! D: Is it chicken noodle? Hurr... and between the two, I kinda like human more, but I don't mind what you go with c: I just need stimulatiooooon ;; ))
A twitch at the corners, the
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((sure it is 8D and human it
He couldn't help the curiousity that tugged at him, like crows at the suet feeders hung through winter trees by loving human hands.
The boy on the porch reminded him much of himself, well, he did look much more sick.
He reached up to brush some of his own blond hair back, wide blue eyes beneath golden bangs.
He was a tiny boy, frail looking, delicate.
It didn't seem to stop him from scurrying over the wall, flopping with a squeak into the plants below, scurrying out and dusting himself off.
He clearly had no difficulties making himself known, rushing over to the frail, sickly looking boy.
"Hello?" his head cocks, those azure eyes blinking slowly.
"you...look unwell, do you need help, sir?"
Mick~ But the fawn, sadly
But the fawn, sadly enough, didn't get to witness the stag's reaction, as he had already fallen asleep against his warmth. His lips were slightly parted, chest slowly rising and falling.
Adult or not, he still had the body of a little child, and like it or not, he still had their mannerisms. The fact that he had fallen asleep so quickly next to the stag... he trusted him. Pure, unwavering trust.
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Brighty~ ((Hokay... Baw, I already love him 8'D))
"Eh?" dark, olive green swooped over to stare into blue, the sudden movement making his head go all dizzy. "I'm quite alright." he assured, pressing his lips into a thin line.
Who was this boy? He seemed young, certainly younger than he was, but his sudden appearence took him completely off-guard.
Not many people seemed to notice people like himself...
"Y-Yes... I'm fine." he stated bluntly, subtley raising a hand to stroke at his own hurting chest, furrowing his brow a bit.
"No need to worry..." he added, almost as an afterthought.
Awwwww Kylar
Kylar smiled...knowing what it meant to have a fawn fall asleep on you. He smiled to himself before lying, and looking up to the sky for a while, before he to closed his eyes, evened his breathing, and began to rest, a little flicker of lightning touched the air around him and the fawn as his sleep barrier went up. A defence against any stag or doe that may choose to harm him during his sleep.
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((XD thank you
"I don't worry about most things, everything happens for a reason" his voice held the heavy, but soft edge of an accent, something most would say was Russian. It was not though. It was Ukrainian, but, mistakes happen, and he was understandable anyway.
"You appear to be in pain though" he was tempted to reach out and touch the other's shoulder.
He resisted that urge though, not wanting to cause the other any discomfort.
Mick~ ((ffff ;;
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Brighty~
"Hm... Causes less stress that way, dosen't it?" the older boy expelled a shaky sigh, conspicuously shifting himself over, yet trying to not seem rude while doing it. 'Outsiders'... no matter how young... always had a way with making him feel nervous and helpless.
"Pain? Nono... Just a bit of soreness. Nothing big." he lied, letting a stray blonde bang fall in front of his eyes, obscuring his own, frightened face slightly.
He wasn't shy.
He just didn't know how to talk to people.
Two brows knit together in
Nonetheless, without a word, Code picked his praying mantis off of his lap to jog for the door as the insect settled atop the Lithuanian's head of odd-colored hair. Odd, or somehow unique with beauty, depending on one's taste.
He pulled it open, somehow thankful his roommate was out for the time being since he was usually the kind of person that would fidget and be all over whomever was at the door. "...Hey!" came a sudden grin, stepping forward without thinking much in order to wrap a hug about Faith's shoulders. Thankfully--if not last minute--he remembered Mr. Bartleby's health and let up on the hold a bit in order to back and up give a happy, "How are you?" into his ear.
(( SHORT EXPECTED-RESPONSE FAIL. AND STUFF. also sorry I was lateish ;; Weird day is weird FDFDFD but it's all good now. ))
HerHer~ ((Ffff... Don't
The older blonde stiffened a little at first, a bit startled by the sudden physical contact coupled with the sensation of arms constricting tightly around his shoulders. Although Code's familiar voice was enough to help him loosen up, not completely, but enough to let a small, reserved smile curl up his lips.
"Uhm... Hello..." he mumbled in reply, little puffs of air expelling from his lips as he spoke. "Ah... It's cold, and I'm a little tired, but that's normal... so I guess I'm fine." he mused, returning the gesture by reluctantly letting his free arm warp around the redhead's torso, the package's plain, thick paper crinkling at his movement.
"I... I have a present for you..." he hefted up the box under his arm and handed it to the other, forcing his own dark eyes to look into Code's identically colored ones. "F-For helping me... yes? I-I felt bad..." he stammered, his own flushed cheeks darkening in embarassment as he own freed hands clutched one another.
It was a chess set, no surprise. Bartleby had promised that he would have given him one of his old ones in return for fencing lessons and whatnot. However, this set, hopefully, would be seen as more special. The board was a checkered marble slab, the redhead's name engraved at the bottom in a sort of fancy cursive, the pieces themselves made of polished glass. It had been a bit heavy, but it was all worth it. Really, seriously worth it.
He felt like a small child at Christmas time when he handed his gift over, lips pressing in a thin line of contained nervousness over whether or not Code would accept it.
(( Code lives in an apartment
STUPID KIDDDD))A . . gift? What else was going to come off as completely unexpected today?
It was heavy, too. Not excessively so but it was still enough for him to wonder what in hell the other found so important that Code would need to have it. In fact, he hadn't even opened it yet after slowly taking it out of gratitude and he was already deep in his rare blushing out of complete bashfulness.
Backing up so that Faith would have room to actually enter his home, he stared the box over, nothing but hesitant to open it when he wasn't sure if doing so then and there would be considered rude or not. Every person and culture was different, after all.
He just smiled. Readjusting the package in his arms, he gave a very hearty, "Thank you. I'll have to try and find something around here I can give in return to stay equal... Really--let me know if you see anything interesting. I apologize this probably looks dumpy compared to what you live in, but I try to keep it clean..."
Actually, there wasn't much to complain about; it looked like any other boring apartment, though this one was a bit different in that the walls were all dark wood. He had just enough lights on evenly about the place to keep everything lit, though not overly so; he kept them dim. It just added to the effect and kept him feeling grounded--which he needed, especially when trying to focus in an otherwise loud house he danced around a lot (avoiding the fencing equipment here and there). And aside from the fact that almost everything with text on it littered about the coffee table and his room's bed was either Lithuanian or German, things seemed to be understandable and almost plain in simplicity. "Can I get you something to eat?" he blinked, setting the present over the couch's back and onto a cushion before turning back to the blond. "Or was there a reason besides the box that you came...? I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner; I don't often have people in the room."
A bit of a lie, but he had to seem humble. Mentioning Italian people attempting to train his roommate by flouncing into and out of the apartment whenever they pleased would be out-there and a stupid move all around.
(Too busy to RP at the
((>n< -huggleshuggleshuggles-
((Kay ;D and bawwww ;; Poor,
Dumpy?
Well, yes. Faith took a few steps in, clenching the scarf about his neck as if for dear life, letting his own eyes dart about the room. People... lived in these tiny houses? They looked a little bigger on the outside, but compared to his own living conditions, it really was rather tiny.
He couldn't help feeling a small pang of selfish dissapointment when he found that Code didn't seem to be planning on opening the very thing that he had lugged over to give to him. "A-Aren't you going to open it?" he asked sheepishly, hoping that he didn't come off as completely rude. "I-I had it made just for you..." he added, pausing to nervously hold his lower lip between his teeth, his own hands fidgeting about his clothing and hair.
He knew that he was acting silly. All shy and awkward and overall 'Bartleby-ish'... Was that really how he wanted to act towards this new friend of his? Like a stranger? For God's sake... Code knew his name... The blonde's fleeting thoughts were soon interrupted by Code's last question
So, with slow cautious movements, he took a few steps over to the redhead's side, and hesitantly lifted a hand to coil his own delicate fingers about the cloth of the other's shirt sleeve, clenching the fabric tightly.
"I came because I was ashamed for my bahavior towards you that day..." he mumbled, looking down, his own head hanging in shame.
"...And because I missed you..." he added.
He meant it, too.
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Tera~ ((Aw, thanks :'3 Mhm... I feel a little better after taking some naps off and on... huu~ >3>))
MunkaDunk~ ((Ffffffff-hughughug- ;^; ))
A chuckle. "Yeah, sorry; I
Olive eyes darted over the couch as he stared it over, his irises almost shining in complete mystery over what it was now. Made... what the hell...?
He'd have taken it back up to open had Faith not stepped over to hold onto his shirt. And then when he spoke, the taller quieted all around in order to press two lips together, his blush unfaded. "I missed you, too," he started. It was then that Faith was drawn into another embrace, resting a cheek against blond hair to try and help his point get across, shutting both his eyes gingerly as his voice muffled. "You really didn't do anything wrong, though; I don't see why you keep bringing up how you feel you acted so crude to me when I saw it all as just the opposite. You're nothing but kind, you know that...? Having--whatever made for me..." He inhaled, tightening the hug as he stopped swaying. "I wish you were my older brother or something, Faith Bartleby."
Five seconds later while keeping that pose, he pulled away, blinking his gaze back open with a chipper smile. "Anyway! What'd you do to make me all soft like that~?" Referring to the box, he bent over to finally lift it, pulling the wrapper away with tears and careful undoing of the tape.
(( pause there for you because it would be too long otherwise DERP 8> ))
HerHer~ ((Baw, nothing is too
Although Faith would never, under any circumstances, mention it outright, he liked hugs. The wonderful feeling of having someone surround you with love and protection. They were almost like rare treats for him... due to his own lack of friends.
So... he had been right in assuming that this was the proper way to interact with Code? Right... Okay... He could do this.
You can do this...
"Oh-...Okay..." he simply mumbled in return, clutching at the other's shirt, face buried into his chest. "I just try to be polite... Because I don't know how to act around people... Ah... I see so few of them, after all..." he murmured, his own voice muffled as well.
And then, quite abruptly, he felt that warmth go away as quick as it had come, and he felt a sudden cold rush of air that made him start shivering again, although he nearly cried out in delight when he found that Code was starting to open his gift.
"Yesyes! Please, I hope you like it... It was difficult to find someone who would make it... heh..." he placed a gloved hand over his mouth, stifiling giddy laughter as the red head opened the package.
And then he finally noticed the mantis atop his head.
He flinched in surpise, slowly walking over to examine it as Code was bending over. "Huh... You have a mantis on your head." he stated, rather curious of it's unusual coloring.
He couldn't help but chuckle
Only then did he finally look down at his gift, and the very first thing that he had to take in through a breath was how damn pricey it looked. He knew he owned nothing that must have been as expensive as this was and therefore wouldn't be able to give anything in return. "Wow..." He was out of lines, completely taken over how he should respond other than shaking his head with breaths in place of attempted chuckles--but even those couldn't mask how nervous he was to hold something so nobly admired.
And meaningful. He knew exactly what this was, and what it was for; which was all the more reason for him to keep looking it over mutely yet with the very definition of flattered intrigue. "This is--I don't know what to say," came a mutter. "Thank you."
He'd have hugged him again had they not already done so. All he could do was grin and blink twice upon finding his name on the board. Engraved. "Oh, christ, Bartleby--you...."
A hand came up to his own cheek while he turned to do his best at keeping away the evidence that he had the need to cry. He hadn't gotten this sort of gratification in so long that, with the emotion of being this taken, he had to take a moment for himself out of nothing but foreign adoration.
Icarus? Ah... No worries,
Code's explanations only made him all the more unusually bubbly, what with the way he nearly bounced over to lift a second, black velvet coated box that the board had been resting on top of. "The pieces are a bit delicate, so they have to be placed like so~" he mused, unlatching the lid of it and letting it open to show a red silk lined container with every chess piece placed in it's own, perfectly shaped crater. It was no wonder that this box in particular was much larger than the board itself, but signifcantly lighter.
He gingerly took out a glossy black rook, it's polished surface glinting even in the dull light surrounding them. "They're pretty, but they can chip easily if you aren't too careful... so... if you ever need replacements, I'll be more than happy to commision some more for you, okay?" he rambled, placing the piece back in it's own special spot before looking back up to Code, a light frown tugging at his features.
"Is something wrong...?" he asked, resisting the urge to bite his lip in worry. "D-Do you not like it?" he mumbled, wrenching his own fingers together. "I-If you don't like the marble... I could get you a wooden set... Maybe more rustic... L-Like that?" he felt a twinge in his chest, and slowly put his hand up to pet at it.
"No, no," he laughed,
Giving a last rub to both his cheeks with the same hand, he watched where things went as the other went about putting things back together only to realize how unbeknownst he really was to this game. "You'll teach me, right? I can't not use something like this; I want to go show it off now," he grinned, tracing a finger over the rare touch of that same marble Faith had suggested replacing. With wood.
Actually, he could have a lot more fun than usual with this because of the fact that it had stone in the board. Not in front of Faith, of course, because he had to cover that side of him--but in private. This made the game twice as interesting. "I guess I can only hope my fencing lessons will be this fulfilling in the end. I.. don't get stuff like this often, so I can't explain... how it feels. To get it. Just--thank you. Again. And again, and again, and again, he repeated, each time inching closer to Faith's cheek before giving it a quick peck followed by a chuckle. He took the chess set and hopped around the couch to bend over and find a safe place for it in the TV set.
"Oh, I never did get a reply--were you hungry? Or thirsty, tired, whatever... I want you comfortable." Code peeked over at Faith while standing in wait for a response, running a hand through his hair to take his ponytail out purely out of unconscious need to repair and smooth it out.
Okay, so he liked it. Faith
"Why on Earth would I give you a game you don't even know how to play... and then not teach you?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. Wasn't that the entire point...? Ah well...
Really, he was just happy that Code had liked it. Sure, there was the promise of fencing lessons that went with it, but even without those, he would have given it to him anyway. "Uhm... I have a wooden box too that I got for you to store it in... but I couldn't carry it by myself... so... you'll... uhm... have to pick it up sometime." he mumbled sheepishly. "Sorry..." he added, twirling about his scarf again.
Of course he immediantly froze when he felt the brief contact of lips against his cheek, and quickly pressed his fuzzy gloved hands to his face to try and hide that involuntary godawful blush that crept over his face.
His question helped snap him back to reality. "Uhm... maybe a glass of water, please? I have some pills I need to take around this time..." he mumbled, examining the couch before he took a seat, just to make sure that there weren't any more mantises running about.