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Qliph awoke with an Anthony in his arms. He was glad that he hadn't left him like the koshka did two years ago. Anthony said he left to protect him, to not hurt him. Though, leaving hurt him more than anything in those two years.

He kissed his forehead and gently shook him. Yesterday must've tired him out. Both were wobbly getting to the dining hall for dinner. Qliph hoped no one speculated why they were wobbly and weak kneed or else they'd both probably get thrown off the ship.

"Anthony..." he whispered. Sunlight peeked through the window. Last night was a cool down. Nothing too exciting went on than good night fluffs and kisses and hugs. And the majority of them were from Qliph. Sometimes he wished he weren't as affectionate.

"Anthony." he said again, a little louder. "We should start packing..." he yawned, lessening his grip on the older koshka and rolling onto his back to stretch.

In three hours the tram would dock in Erasmus and they would fetch a carriage to Anthony's manor. He would then stay in the guest room. But he wondered what he would do there. Sit and watch the clouds, as he tried to lie though his teeth a believable story that even he couldn't believe? He hoped they were out and about and doing something other than be cooped up inside. Anthony said he'd give him a tour, and hoped it lasted a week so they had something to do. 'Surely Anthony had plans and ideas to do things,' Qliph though, crossing his arms behind his head and he waited for responses from the man beside him.

Qliph wriggled and sighed. And yawned. He wished to stay in bed longer as well, but since he had horrible timing with flights, boats, and other things, he raised early to make sure he was set. He thought Three hours was cutting it close! He lightly elbowed Anthony in the back, not enough to hurt him. "C'mon slowpoke!" he called, before sitting up into a cat like stretch with a strained groan. He needed his back cracked.

He threw the blankets, all of them, on top of Anthony. But the way he threw them made the other's back visible and vulnerable to the cold. He hoped the weight and a cold back would wake him. He stood in the center of the room a little to fast and sat back down with a dizzy feeling. Not a morning person at all. Actually, he just disliked waking up period. There were some days where you just didn't want to work but laze around and do what ever.

He thought he'd use the time while Anthony faced the wall to dress. He was only wearing his shorts, and from a warm covered bed to the open air of the room made his legs cold. And his arms. He started to grow goose flesh.

He paced to his bag, often looking over his shoulder to see if Anthony got up or not, or was looking at him. He pulled out a pair of fine black slacks and a fresh pair of under pants. He got undressed from the little clothing he had to change into a more appropriate attire.

"Hey!" Qliph shouted, pulling on his under garments too fast, having to tuck an important 'piece' in. "D-don't look. That's embarrassing!" he said childishly. He was unsure how it worked. You weren't as embarrassed when bare with someone else to 'dance the night away', but the next day you don't want to show your body, nervous and embarrassed. Even if you just exposed your whole being to them... He found it the weirdest thing. It was much different in novels. The next day, both participants were fine with it.

Qliph decided it was just him and he slipped the neat black pants on, wiggling his toes went it went past his foot.

"Well," he said sheepishly, "I miss a lot of my flights becuase I'm too lazy to get up. I thought getting up early would mean we'll be on time. We have to pack, too. Make arrangements and plans... It might take too long if we waited." He buttoned up his pants, uncomfortable. The fur on his calves rubbed against the fabric and irritated him. He liked wearing summer shorts. Long enough to cover you, and short enough for the freedom. he hadn't brought any with him to Salig, though. He would rather not freeze than have freedom!

He crawled back beside Anthony. He just wanted to get ready. "We can always talk in bed, though." he gave in, not actually wanting to wake up early. Anthony was less of a morning person than he.

He took the other's ear and flipped it the right way. It bugged him,

Qliph didn't mind looking, but he didn't like being looked at. He felt vulnerable, that was the main reason.

He yawned. "So I get to stay here in a nice warm bed as you run around sending telegrams? Alright," he said jokingly, lying back down and covering himself in one of the thicker blankets left on the bed. " I like the plan." he smiled at Anthony when his stomach growled.

"Do come back quickly. I'm hungry..." he shuffled further under the blanket, bringing it up to his face. "Ha. I'm joking. But I am hungry...

"It's warmer right now than the mornings on the Xorosho. Especially when no one shares your bed." Tantan was his only warmth, and she often didn't like being hugged for too long. She was not good for stealing warmth from when they slept. She always slept at the foot of the bed, anyway.

Qliph smiled devilishly, too. "Thank you," he said, curling in the covers more, "I take pride in being the devil!" he joked, curling in on his side with his tail hanging limp under the blankets over the side of the bed.

He watched Anthony dress, not to be a pervert, but to learn elegance. He had none, obviously. Anthony seemed a little sloppy, but Qliph thought it was just becuase he forced him out of bed.

It was fun.

His tailed curled in then out again. "Alright," he mumbled into his fitful of blankets. he blushed, though. What did Anthony mean he did it beautifully? He wiggled. The blankets felt better on his bare skin than his clothes did. "Come back soon," he said lovingly as a mock, wiggling his fingers from under the blankets.

When he heard the door close, he sighed. A warm bed to himself. Actually, it was rather lonely. But it was warm. And knowing the other occupant was coming back was heart warming. He buried his face into the pillow and sprawled out to spread heat around. Anthony ordered him to keep it warm, and he'd try his best to do so!

He hoped he wouldn't fall asleep...

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Qliph was half asleep when he heard the door and Anthony's vice again. He was a little guilty he was so close to falling asleep!

"Hm. That was faster than I thought." he yawned. He tried to hide it at first, but his jaw would not listen. "I'd think it have taken longer than that since we are on a ship." he said, propping himself up on his elbows, writing when Anthony sat on his legs. He liked being able to move them... Did Anthony feel heavier? Maybe he was still tired from the other night... Or maybe the fact he was solely sitting on his legs, all his weight on one spot instead.

"Mmm. The weather does feel nice. A big difference than Salig's weather!" he got cold even thinking about Salig. It was not in the far reaches as the Mench's city of the Same name, but it was close enough to get snow the greater portion of the year! He didn't like the snow. If it was warm snow, then maybe. But who's ever heard of warm snow?

He propped himself up on his palms so he could be higher, but found himself in a kiss. He wanted to place his hand on the back pf Anthony's head and hold it for a while longer, but one hand would surely make him fall over and mess up embarrassingly. He just enjoyed the moment, then. He smiled after, with his eyes still closed.

Qliph looked over and pulled back the blankets beside him to invite Anthony under. "We can eat later. You even said you would rather sleep an extra hour. If we get up in an hours time, we'll still have an hour to eat and pack. Surely you don't take an hour to eat, do you? And packing doesn't take long. Besides.. the bed is warm. I spent all that time warming it up for you!" he said, pretending he was heart broken that Anthony would rather eat than sleep on a bed he warmed for him under his order.

He stick out his tongue a little ways like a child would after making fun of someone.

Qliph smiled sheepishly, "Well...I don't have anyone to telegram..." he admitted. He got a letter instead of a telegram when he was sent to Salig. It was also hard to send a telegram to a pirate in training. He wondered how the boy was... He was one of the first kids he got attached to. "I'd like to see it work. I heard it's a series of clicks... That would drive me crazy, though." trying to figure out what three clicks in a row, two or four, or three with a long one. He would have to get it resent many many times before he even got one word out of it. Dripping water drove him mad. He was sure a telegram would bug him, too.

Qliph wiggled and pulled the blankets up around them and looked at the time. "You have an hour and a half to sleep. We can eat at your house, can we?" He snuggled into the bed, resting on his side, on his arm. "I'd rather sleep, too." He smiled at Anthony. He was taller, but looked younger than himself, Qliph thought. He thought it wasfunny.

Qliph looked around in amazement at all the people. He didn't like crowds much, and never been in one before. He was surprised no one bumped into him or anyone else and broke into fight.

He walked down the wooden bridge, as if he was walking on egg shells. It creaked and bent under him and he thought it would have snapped any minute. He wondered how the others thought of it. Maybe they weren't as aware as he.

The smell of the sea was refreshing, brought back memories of the Xorosho which he had been away from for many months, but less than a year. He didn't come close to them, the waves, in fear he might get swept away and drown. Though, he always leaned far over the edge on the Xorosho to look at the sea below.

There were many scents here, and they were barely off the ship. New people, sea, clean-er air, different types of foods, and new sounds, too! He loved discovering new bird or animal calls and new smells. One of his favourite parts of traveling - it tickled his senses fancy!

He followed the just slightly taller man to a steam carriage. He never ridden in one before, he'd rather walk. It was good for you. He hesitantly set his bags down at his sides, looking at Cline for a while and then to Anthony. Reassured, he crawled in beside him and shut the door.

He looked around at his new surroundings. "I like it here. It's warm, by the sea, new people and scents and-" he knew there would be more to see in a few minutes of travel, but so far, he was impressed. "How far 'till your house? Can we stop for a drink? Can we sample some Candy you were talking about? Is your sister home?" he stopped asking questions. For one, they were out of order, and second, he knew he was going to get a "All in due time, Qliph!" and a bonk on the head.