{M} - if looks could kill, she'd be in jail.

Barrett · 09-06-2011, 10:00 AM

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-Le fail- So much has happened since this thread started, ahaha. (All my fault, but dfjkal) Do you maybe want to do a fade to black soon, then have an up to date thread? She really needs to see his place before it gets too cold and all the flowers start dying for the winter, plus now he'll even have his own horse :o This has been awesome though, these two are adorable <__< >___>

One brow lifted in amusement at her literal interpretation of his remark regarding Lennon's colouration; it was unexpected and inexplicably precious, and he chuckled along with her. "I'll keep that in mind," he assured her, although--at least at present--he could not imagine a likely scenario in which such knowledge would be required. But then... who knew? Considering less than two months ago he'd never even seen a horse and now was this comfortable around them... and they did seem to be the "in thing"... Well, he wasn't immune to peer pressure. The boy shook his head slightly, pushing the thoughts aside. Even if he wanted a horse, he wouldn't know how to find, care for, or pay for one. It seemed like a lot of fuss right now, but he still didn't understand the full potential of the beasts, either. He'd mostly seen them used as mounts, which disinterested him.

That subject, at any rate, was best suited for the back burner. She probably hadn't intended for the simple, ironic comment to derail his thoughts so completely, but he always found it hard to focus. The drugs, no doubt, compounded the issue. Her smile roused him back to the present and his tail thrumped once in response; he took the proffered joint and inhaled slowly as she spoke. When he replied, the smoke billowed out haphazardly. "Well, feel free to stop by if you're in the area," he offered, genuinely hoping she would. The journey was pretty straightforward from Inferni--even though Maserati had picked the spot, it had sure done Anselm well. Trekking all the way from Crimson Dreams, unfortunately, was much less convenient. He supposed he might give her directions later. After a certain point, it was pretty easy to smell the place--admittedly more because of the half acre or so of thriving marijuana plants than his scent markings.

She called his attention to the setting sun and he gazed off in its direction. "Ain't I lucky then?" he mused. "Best seat in the house." With that, he passed the joint off, stretched out on his back in the grass, and extended an arm behind her, inviting her to rest her head on it as a pillow. He wouldn't try anything else--if she accepted his offer, it would be more than enough. The boy heaved a contented sigh and watched the heavenly light show unfold.

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