05-09-2012, 03:33 PM
EDIT: Dammit, accidentally replied instead of edited D: I'll get that deleted!
Sebastian leapt out of the caravan energetically, taking his wares with him at a somewhat slower pace. If his hip accidentally tended to bump against Jazper or Tally on occasion, that was an accidental bonus. The Italian hefted what few crates and furs he could manage, leaving the most enormous objects for Jazper- the only member of their party with the monstrous muscles necessary for heavy lifting, though none of them were weak.
Sebastian's gaydar proceeded to go off the charts as the redhead approached. He was tall and limber, toned with rust to cream and everything in between. Slim, not muscular. Colourful, form-fitting clothes, a rusty-red mane, a colourful bangle and his compliments to Jazper. Gods, Sebastian wanted that in his bed. Or caravan, as it were.
But this was hardly the place. Sebastian sighed mentally and resigned himself to some harmless flirting, at best. Too many witnesses. Besides, he had promised Jazper. The Italian set up his personal wares on a crate, neatly arranging everything by colour.
Several paintings of the landscape, done in vivid colours. A painting of the night sky. A painting of the aurora borealis. A painting of a polar bear rearing up to strike at a mountain lion. A portrait of a very handsome, muscular black-and-white wolf he had based on Bartholomew Cubbins. Another portrait based on Light Goldenfeather. Another based on Leon Hughes. As per his usual style, all of the men were shirtless and Leon wore a fedora. Luckily for the redhead, two dozen sheets of creamy home-made paper were available.
There were, of course, the other weapons and trinkets Casa di Cavalieri had to sell as a whole, but Sebastian enjoyed selling his own products.
Sebastian flicked an ear as the tall redhead declared his need for paper. "Plenty of paper over here, darling," he called, offering the much taller male a sunny smile.
Sebastian leapt out of the caravan energetically, taking his wares with him at a somewhat slower pace. If his hip accidentally tended to bump against Jazper or Tally on occasion, that was an accidental bonus. The Italian hefted what few crates and furs he could manage, leaving the most enormous objects for Jazper- the only member of their party with the monstrous muscles necessary for heavy lifting, though none of them were weak.
Sebastian's gaydar proceeded to go off the charts as the redhead approached. He was tall and limber, toned with rust to cream and everything in between. Slim, not muscular. Colourful, form-fitting clothes, a rusty-red mane, a colourful bangle and his compliments to Jazper. Gods, Sebastian wanted that in his bed. Or caravan, as it were.
But this was hardly the place. Sebastian sighed mentally and resigned himself to some harmless flirting, at best. Too many witnesses. Besides, he had promised Jazper. The Italian set up his personal wares on a crate, neatly arranging everything by colour.
Several paintings of the landscape, done in vivid colours. A painting of the night sky. A painting of the aurora borealis. A painting of a polar bear rearing up to strike at a mountain lion. A portrait of a very handsome, muscular black-and-white wolf he had based on Bartholomew Cubbins. Another portrait based on Light Goldenfeather. Another based on Leon Hughes. As per his usual style, all of the men were shirtless and Leon wore a fedora. Luckily for the redhead, two dozen sheets of creamy home-made paper were available.
There were, of course, the other weapons and trinkets Casa di Cavalieri had to sell as a whole, but Sebastian enjoyed selling his own products.
Sebastian flicked an ear as the tall redhead declared his need for paper. "Plenty of paper over here, darling," he called, offering the much taller male a sunny smile.