| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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7% |
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| Love <3 |
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11% |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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25% |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:33 pm
MacPere's brow wrinkled, eyes immediately widening as he caught onto the meaning. "Ooh... well, we'd better take care of that then..." trilled under his breath, eyes studying up and down. "At least allow me to serve Violet dinner~?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:39 pm
"Of course...I can wait all night for you." he purred, nuzzling into the man's hair for a moment with a happy sigh before letting him go with a stroke to his rear. "Oooh...working out?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:46 pm
"Maybe... I felt it was needed." He chuckled, turning around to tend to the food and (unwittingly) allow his husband a better grope. "I wouldn't want to let myself go, now would I~?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:49 pm
Letting Eli make pasta, something he hadn't seen him manage before, he rested his hand on the man's rear with a mildly meditative rub by his fingertips. "I don't think you ever could..."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:01 pm
"Says the man who admires me for my every flaw~" He cooed affectionately, stirring the pasta and adding a pinch of salt. The pesto was taken on a teaspoon, held backward with a smile. "Taste?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:03 pm
"It's what I do." he smiled, taking a bite. "Mmm! Good stuff!"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:05 pm
Violet continued to sketch, now working on a rather dynamic picture of Eli, her focus almost exclusively on the page. She stopped after a moment, feeling a little woozy...she blinked a few times, holding her head. Dinner couldn't come too soon.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:08 pm
"Really?" He asked, genuinely surprised as he tasted some for himself. It wasn't too bad. "Well... colour me shocked." He turned the fire down on the pesto and placed a lid over it, smiling as he waited for the pasta.
"... Grencia? Would you like to have a little wager~?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:12 pm
"Well, that depends on what it's about, and what's at stake." he smiled, giving a little pinch.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:20 pm
"How long do you think this pasta will take~?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:23 pm
He laughed quietly, grinning a lopsided smile. "Oh dear...not nearly long enough for my tastes. Besides...we've got a girl to feed. Let this tide you over..." he said softly, taking Eli's chin in his index knuckle and giving him a warm, deep kiss.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:31 pm
Chris walked in the door with a bundle of tech under his arm. "Az, Sol ,you guys here?" he called out. He rushed into the medical ward and got to work setting up his equipment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:32 pm
"Such a shame..." He whispered, leaning into the kiss with a loving hum. "Mm... should nice and al-dente by now... could you pass me a dish, sweetheart?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:37 pm
"Yes..." he replied, reaching into a cupboard and pulling one out with as much eye contact as possible.
Meanwhile, in the basement, a small pair of bright yellow eyes stared at the Inn's captive.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:38 pm
Violet glanced up to Chris, eyes widening as he took the armful of stuff into the medical wing... "...no..." She stood weakly, still feeling that dizziness that came with a lack of food, and made a slow path for the stairs.
Sosol came walking down the stairs, having just gotten back not terribly long ago. "What is it--oh! Excuse me, Violet," he said with a smile, sliding over toward the wall and scooting past. Azana was a bit busy with Stella the whole day at HQ...he didn't expect her back.
The cultist stopped his prayer, a few sigils drawn on the cold floor in his own blood. He glanced over to the pair of eyes... "...what?"
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