03-07-2009, 01:38 AM
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So he had been well, and that was good. That made Salem happy to know that Conri had not been afflicted with something adverse or incurable. Colds did not sound like fun, as Salem had heard about them. He had been lucky not to get them, he decided. The talk of a house also caught his attention and the boy was already wondering what it looked like. Did it have an interesting interior? Was it full of things that spoke volumes of the creature living there both past and present? Even his eyes lit up at the idea, a fire inside glowing brightly and curiosity at the proposition lain before him. Coming and visiting such an interesting man, this “father” of his intrigued him. An adventure to have all to himself, to be like Peter Pan and run through the fields and the world unknown!
“Where do you live?” he asked, black lips on black fur coiling back into a small smile. “And what kind of house do you live in? Is it like ours?” He could imagine the rooms and their warmth (they would have to be warm, given short fur!), the grimy windows that made the world to be viewed like a film out of an old western he had yet to read of. High noon at the county saloon; rooms littered with trinkets and glories of the past. Adventures to be had indeed… Salem already wanted to go. “Can I visit any time?” He did not think of what his parents would say, or the many friends his parents had and what they thought. He quite viewed his man as a friend because he had simply been kind to him so far.
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“Where do you live?” he asked, black lips on black fur coiling back into a small smile. “And what kind of house do you live in? Is it like ours?” He could imagine the rooms and their warmth (they would have to be warm, given short fur!), the grimy windows that made the world to be viewed like a film out of an old western he had yet to read of. High noon at the county saloon; rooms littered with trinkets and glories of the past. Adventures to be had indeed… Salem already wanted to go. “Can I visit any time?” He did not think of what his parents would say, or the many friends his parents had and what they thought. He quite viewed his man as a friend because he had simply been kind to him so far.