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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 21, 2015 20:46:30 GMT -8
The more timid vampire very nearly jumped out of his ski at the sudden appearance. He certainly did make an undignified sound that might have been a strangled shout."GnaOh dear me!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 21, 2015 20:48:46 GMT -8
((I deleted my ninja response, sorry.))
"Huh! So ya didn't call Santi?" "I slept like a log. A sad log. Poor Sophie. How are ya going, Mr. Marchese?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 21, 2015 20:53:32 GMT -8
Marchese- "Oh dear me yes, the little one slain by the sword of this Theophile brute. Tragic!"
Marchese- "I'm sure the both of you could use some comfort, yes?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 21, 2015 20:56:24 GMT -8
Quinn didn't entirely know whether to trust Marchese's offer or not. He tried to offer a respectful question."...If I may be so bold, sir....comfort of what sort?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 21, 2015 20:59:01 GMT -8
"Oh yeah, I could use a hug or two. Darn, I wish I could eat cookies right now. Maybe, I could go online and find a new fuzzy baby... What did ya have in mind?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 21, 2015 21:04:20 GMT -8
Marchese- "You poor little dears!"
He reached out and hooked August around the shoulder and pulled in Quinn for an uncomfortable group hug. His suit smelled like mildly rotted cloth. Marchese- "Let's see, that's one 'hug.' The other one can come later. Heheh. Why don't we go relax by the pool?"
He didn't let go.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 21, 2015 21:08:42 GMT -8
Alarm klaxons went off in Quinn's head as his personal space was suddenly violated and he found his nose very nearly pressed into Marchese's shoulder. He flapped one hand in useless protest."...Well...I suppose..." He didn't figure he had much of a choice in the matter anyway.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 21, 2015 21:15:33 GMT -8
August didn't care, he was a hugger."Nothing like a group hug to warm the spirits, right Q-dog? Sounds bombaroo, I wouldn't mind going for a dip!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 21, 2015 21:24:33 GMT -8
Marchese- "Fan-tastic!!"
He arranged the boys in a more comfortable formation for walking, and ran bony fingers through their hair as they went. Marchese- "You know there aren't many places downtown where a man can get a little privacy. That's why there's such a nice, tall fence! Completely blocks the view. Or we could use the hot tub! There's surely room for all of us. C'è sempre spazio per la famiglia, as I always say. "
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 21, 2015 21:37:49 GMT -8
"Privacy ain't an issue in Antearctos. We got plenty of space and if a stickybeak does come into ya yard, ya have the right to shoot him. Well, that's what my ma says anyway."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 21, 2015 21:57:45 GMT -8
Marchese- "How exciting! You know I always did love a society with corporal punishment. Builds character. Do they still lash the boys in school for speaking out of turn or gazing at each other? If so, please describe... I'm just curious. " He glanced at a gold-inlaid wall clock as they passed, and rolled his eyes around in mental calculation.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 21, 2015 22:32:23 GMT -8
"Oh hell naw! They just made us sit in the naughty corner when we were bad, or took our gun licenses away. It was pretty darn character building though, I can tell ya."
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 23, 2015 17:20:10 GMT -8
Quinn grew more and more uncomfortable as Marchese stroked his hair. He couldn't properly recall EVER being touched so familiarly."Oh...uhm...I..." In a stunning feat of obtuse societal fumbling, the penny refused to drop."Why...why would we need such a high level of privacy....?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 23, 2015 22:04:27 GMT -8
Marchese- (to August) "I'm sure that's why you have so much, hm, character. I've always imagined Antearctos to be a land of wild men, are they as wild as they all say?"
Marchese- (to Quinn) "Oh you never know what a man might feel like doing in the privacy of their own home... I know you Glens have a different sense of propriety than we continentals, so it may make you more comfortable to 'cut loose' if there are no prying eyes."
Marchese- "And besides, those mercenaries might be distracted from their jobs if there are too many handsome men around. You know the type." They came to the dressing room. Marchese extracted his fingers to gesture.
Marchese- "So what shall it be, warm and bubbly, or cold and refreshing? Either way, I'm sure you can find something more comfortable to wear. Or... not." In the cubbies, there were the boy's usual swimsuits (or lack thereof), and Marchese watched on, amusedly.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 23, 2015 23:24:12 GMT -8
"The wildest y'all, we Antearctans know how to cut loose. We ain't afraid to be loud and proud. If ya see a particularly noisy bunch, it's usually us. An awful lotta birds die in Antearctos due to our rambunctiousness though, so it ain't all good... But mostly it is. " "It's true, I am ridiculously handsome, Quinn." August ventured over and found his bathers. They were cool and stripy. He put them on facing away from the others for modesty's sake. There were no girls about after all."BOMBS AWAAAY!" August belly flopped into the pool without a thought.
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