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| Fresh | Feb 11 2017, 10:08 PM Post #1 |
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The mishappenings of this island have been both jolly and almost melancholy with some of the shenanigans his family has been getting into on the island of karate, non-the-less his family has been getting bigger with each oncoming day, and today was his first day away from his loved ones in a while. He decided to wander out early in the morning looking for another place where he could partake in a fine dessert, seeing as the popular cafe that he had come to this island for had met an untimely end before his family and their varied strength. Dillon was proud of all of his sons and his newfound daughter, and it was about time to just enjoy that moment for a little bit. Dillon rub his chin with a tough grind, as he begin to wander around the town, he had gotten a good lay of the land over the week but he was still unsure on just what was where. His sense of direction was generally overshot due to him over-reading his directions. Before he knew it he had found himself lost again and back at the park off to the west end of Karate Island, where he seemingly decided to give up on his quest and lay in the grass once more, which was still fresh with morning dew. The sun was starting to rise, and the air was warming up beneath him. His eyes wandered around to tree and some park goers who were gong on morning runs. "The joggers are out in full force." He said with a quick scoff as he lay back and stretch completely out on the grass. Before he knew it he was dozing off under the rising sun, hat over his eyes. |
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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 12:35 AM Post #16 | |||||||
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Oswald had absolutely no idea how he won, but yet he managed to pull it off. It was amazing due to the fact that by the time his shirt was removed, revealing the absolutely sexy chiseled and hairy torso, he was distracted by other things. Still, his luck managed to beat the hands of the elder, who apparently had paws on his actual hands. It confused him just a bit, but maybe it was a medical thing or just a weird body mod like those forehead doughnuts. God, his forearms were hot too; Big, muscular, and hairy. As the rounds progressed, the pink haired man was absolutely looking forward to winning some more, but he knew his luck wouldn't be that good. Now the giant was sweating, his body hair and the hair on his head slick and darkened from the dampness. Towards the end, after the man had tied his long locks back, Oswald was having a very hard time keeping his hands on the table. Oh god, he was about to- the timer went off. Springing up a bit too fast, he ran towards the oven, not even caring about the burst of hot air that rushed over his face. Nothing could make his body hotter than that fucking man with the paws on his palm. Thankfully, he remembered to grab a pair of oven mitts before grabbing the casserole dish that held the pie. The pie in question looked scrumptious, and he didn't know if the man or the desert looked better to taste. Although, with the distraction of pie, his body had managed to sort itself out, and he no longer felt any more of his lower "problems". Turning around to face the half-naked hunk, he blushed, wiping sweat from his forehead. Pointing towards the cream pie, from which steam was rising, he smiled crookedly and just a bit forcedly, he exclaimed: "Bon Appetite, j'espère que vous l'aimez. Oh sorry, I'm just a bit flustered, and sometimes I just slip into my second language. And uh, you have a really nice body." Edited by Maple, Feb 14 2017, 12:39 AM.
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| Fresh | Feb 14 2017, 05:10 PM Post #17 | |||||||
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The man across the table was glistening with sweat, as was Dillon in his almost nude glory. He noticed a terrible oversight on his part as the bell rang he stood up and opened up the windows allowing air flow through the room, so that he may cool down just a bit. In his everlasting defeat he himself was getting flustered at how far this man had gotten him. Usually when Dillon partakes in poker he loses all of his chips within the first 4 or so rounds, but the fact that currency was clothing in this case netted him a few extra hands where he could not exceed a pair of twos. He slid his duster on over and clipped his family signet so the duster would stay across his body, his bare chest showing from the large crevice provided by his single "button" coat. He cleared his throat and looked to the wall off to his side in defeated guilt. "Let's call the game there, you win" He said as he walked over to the pie, and retrieved two plates from a nearby cabinet, he sliced off two pieces. The first one went through easily but as soon as he made the comment on his body Dillon got flustered himself and gripped the knife a bit too hard, gripping the hilt with his pawed palm. He hadn't realized that the knife shot from his paw and bounced off the table, he quickly grabbed it between his fingers with his other hand as it almost shot up to the ceiling. "Y-yeah. I'm a working man." He said uncomfortably as he sliced another piece and plopped it onto a plate. He placed it in front of the boy, and sat down at the opposite end of the table once more. "It smells nice." Dillon said affirmatively, approving of the mans ability to cook. But cooking alone isn't what Dillon was looking for in an intimate partner... Maybe he should just try to cool down after dessert. It was clear this dimly lit room attributed heavily to the mood of the situation. Dillon placed his gloves back on for safety reasons, and cut off a piece of his pie for him to try. He placed the fork of pie into his mouth, and immediately his worries seemed to melt away. He was completely unaware of what language this man was speaking, being a Bijotsu man he only ever needed one language in his life. What he did understand though was that this pie was heavenly, and it caused him to completely lose control of the situation. He smiled brightly as he took another bite, in pure bliss. "This is seriously good. I could never cook like this!" He complimented in an out of control manner. How was he going to let him down now that he himself was building him up on purpose!? |
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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 06:38 PM Post #18 | |||||||
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Oswald was now even more curious about the paws after seeing the utensils fly off of one. Perhaps it was some kind of cushion like a trampoline? Regardless, the thought quickly left his mind after seeing the man half-clothed. In all honesty, his shirt made him look even hotter, having only one button that fully exposed his gigantic chest. It just looked so cushiony and cuddle-able that a spurt of blood leaked from his nose. Before the titan could see, he wiped it away into his black coat, the red pigment hidden by the darkness of the material. Another thing the pink haired chef was thankful for was how much the man apparently enjoyed his pie. In all honesty, he expected his pie to be enjoyed. He briefly wondered who this large man even was, and why he was even here, but his ideas got him nowhere. In reality, he knew absolutely nothing about this man, aside from his physical perfection of course. Deep inside, he knew this would never go anywhere, as the man was probably straight, but it was fun to tease and play around a bit just to annoy or fluster guys who weren't really that used to compliments as girls gave them scarcely. Yawning, he leaned against the wall, scratching at his head. He wasn't going to go eat any of his pie, mostly because he didn't want to know if it was really that good, because he hadn't gotten a recipe down, and because it could have tasted horrible and exposed the lie of the paw-printed man. "Well, I hope you enjoyed my services and are able to forgive me for ruining your sleep. I certainly enjoyed myself. So, for now, Àdieu." With a bow, he smiled and turned around, exiting the kitchen and breathing in the salty fresh air. Today, he was satisfied for two reasons. For one, this was his first baking experience in ages, and two, he made a hunk happy. [END] Edited by Maple, Feb 14 2017, 06:40 PM.
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