10-28-2009, 07:29 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_angel.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:10px; padding-left:12px; padding-right:12px; padding-bottom:286px;"> SIEEE ARE SLOOOOW. XD Oh, and leeps = lips. XD The Russian grinned, liking that she was impressed with his little trick. It wasn't much, but it was something, and Rurik was glad she'd noticed. It didn't take much effort to do, but it had taken quite a bit of practice. "You gotta set your leeps just right, and push the smoke out careful. Make an 'o' shape with your leeps," the Russain said, demonstrating with his own. "You only do it with a little smoke, though," the wolf said, turning to her with that same sloppy, satisfied grin on his face. The silvery canine was enjoying this night quite a bit already, and now he extracted a rolled tobacco cigarette from his pack, offering it up Lolita first and selecting one for himself, lighting it with a wooden match, struck on the brick beside his leg and carefully cupped to keep the flame live. In intoxication and their present state, they were bound to philosophize, and the Russian listened in earnest to the creamy-furred woman's thoughts. He nodded slowly, wondering why the humans were of any importance—they had nearly destroyed this world, and it was only their self-destruction that had rescued the world. Even now, there were areas impassable and unusable thanks to human interference or debris, entire areas left uninhabitable thanks to their rotten pollution and sullying of the earth. Still, the Russian did not interrupt her tangent nor pose his own thoughts to her, merely answered the question which he had been asked. "I don't know. Maybe it is like... how we speak, and how other animals speak? High speech, low speech, and human speech," he said, shrugging. |