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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 12:44 pm
Chita fluttered her lashes effortlessly, looking at Lucien with a flirtatious smile, "Bonjour to the both of you... how kind of you to join me..." Although the greeting was for both of them, it seems more pointed at Lucien, as if her gaze constantly on him wasn't enough.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 1:16 pm
A grin crept along her face as she rounded onto the kit's left side.
"It's my pleasure. Really."
She let out a slight chuckle and looked down upon the kit. She always did enjoy the ones who talked back.
"It's not usually my style to invite such.... young guests over to play, but I simply couldn't resist."
She ran a paw over one of the rather large wings that lay limp against the table. She wondered curiously if the drugs had worn off enough for him to feel it. After a moment her eyes turned back to his face. Her eyes casually gazing into his own.
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Avery covertly rolled her eyes under the mask of a blink, hearing the fem attempt to capture his attention once more by pathetically slipping the common french word into her hello. It didn't bother her particularly if Lucien had decided to switch his attention to the other fem, but he'd have to have the IQ of a two year old human child to fall for such pathetic attempts at attention. Someone like that would hardly be worth two flicks of her tail.
As she sat waiting for his reply, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the undead fem... She wondered what she was doing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 1:49 pm
Lucien was amused by the red femme and had they been alone it would have been fun to see who could out flirt each other but right now he simply grinned at her and gave a amused look to Avery. "It zeems to be mostly dead tonight with only us here so it iz only right to share company. I am Lucien and my lovely companion here iz Avery. "
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 9:13 pm
Devri returned the grin halfheartedly. "To play? Whats the game called, then?"
The god-kit inquired. He flinched as his wing was touched. The drugs had indeed worn off, and his wings hurt to the touch as if they were bruised. Devri adored his wings, and loved them obsessively. Beautiful, lithe, and dark. He swore mentally that this fox would pay- somehow. Even without his god powers, Devri wouldn't die so easily.
"Whats your name?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 1:49 pm
Rose looked away and seemed to gaze at the wall for a moment.
"Well, it doesn't have one... Perhaps I should change that."
She grinned slightly and turned away, walking over to a cold metal table that stretched along the wall to the left. Various items littered it, but were hard to make out in the horrid lighting. She casually shifted through items, but when his second question hit her, she paused. Turning her head, she looked at the kit, her eyebrows cocked and a slight smirk on her face.
"Rose."
She paused.
"You know, out of the hundreds of years I've been doing this, you're the first to ask."
A smirk slid it's way across her features once again.
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Avery forced a slight smile onto her face as she looked at the fem across the couch.
"A pleasure..."
She waited for the fem to introduce herself before continuing on.
"So what brings you here tonight?"
She aimed the question at the both of them, but was severely disinterested with the red female's answer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 2:08 pm
Name the game of torture. Devri though annoyedly. As the fem walked away, the kit's eyes followed her as far as they could, and he dared to try turning to look. A futile effort with the shadow over the table, and he was immediately punished by a sharp pain from one of the nails in his paws.
"Thats surprising." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Your name is a bit ironic, truthfully. Ever heard the tale of the Rose and the Nightingale?" Devri didn't know what he was doing. His mind played the excuse of buying time, but at the same time, he was intrigued as to what sort of torture Rose would imply. This from the same evil in him that got him thrown from the heavens.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:04 pm
She smiled softly, "Chita Vermelha..." She could feel the femme's distaste of her and refused to answer her second question, giving Lucien the chance to answer for the both of them, although her answer was simply to get away from home, while his would surely be different.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 2:44 pm
Lucien could feel the tension between the females but was unsure what to do about it. He didn't think he caused it but one couldn't be too sure when dealing with the opposite sex. Figuring the best way to deal with it at the moment, was to ignore it, Lucien answered Avery's guestion, "I couldn't zeem to sleep tonight and not wanting to bozer my house mates while zey slept, I came here."
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