05-02-2012, 04:05 PM
PS3 posting is painfulllll.
Sebastian had, naturally, been very pleased with Jazper's request. It was a welcome break from the monotony. He had said yes instantly, giving Jazzy a grateful hug into the bargain. The gigantic Alpha Male was a cuddlebear at heart, after all, and Sebastian never declined hugs. He gave more than he took. The lithe Italian decided to pack lightly enough, as Jazper was going to provide furs and other essentials. His bow and arrows slung on his back. Daggers sheathed and in his pockets. His satchel containing his paper, paints, tools, a book, a bottle of wine and spare jeans. Jazper had said to pack light, but it was no more than the artisan took on his treks around Halifax and the forests.
Sebastian responded to the call breezily. He wasn't too far away, in any case. The wagon came into view first, then the giant black knight, then a smaller creamy shape. Presumably their companion, the newcomer. Sebastian sauntered to the wagon with an easy sway to his hips and a charming smile on his muzzle, his jeans offering his only modesty. Even then, they were virtually painted on.
Still. Despite his intimate relations with Jazzy, he had to be courteous. Sebastian approached him from behind, stealthily skirting around the horse before suddenly appearing at Jazzy's side. The Italian stepped around his leader and grinned up at him daringly. "Hello, Jazper," he greeted cheerfully, bowing politely before he wrapped his arms around the huge male and hugged him tightly. Of course his strength was meagre compared to Jazzy, but it mattered little. He simply enjoyed hugging.
Once he had sufficiently embarrassed Jazzle-Dazzle, Sebastian turned and regarded the handsome creamy wolf with a crooked grin. "And hello to you too, amico." Sebastian boldly hugged the creamy male, secretly pleased that he wouldn't be the shortest member of this party. Sebastian squeezed the unknown man for somewhat longer than strictly necessary, memorising his scent before standing back to form a triangle between the trio.
"I am Sebastian," he introduced himself, his voice mingling silk and steel as he smiled like a gentleman. "Where are we headed first, Jazz?" he asked, folding his arms and tilting his hips and head as he looked almost straight up at his beloved leader.
Sebastian had, naturally, been very pleased with Jazper's request. It was a welcome break from the monotony. He had said yes instantly, giving Jazzy a grateful hug into the bargain. The gigantic Alpha Male was a cuddlebear at heart, after all, and Sebastian never declined hugs. He gave more than he took. The lithe Italian decided to pack lightly enough, as Jazper was going to provide furs and other essentials. His bow and arrows slung on his back. Daggers sheathed and in his pockets. His satchel containing his paper, paints, tools, a book, a bottle of wine and spare jeans. Jazper had said to pack light, but it was no more than the artisan took on his treks around Halifax and the forests.
Sebastian responded to the call breezily. He wasn't too far away, in any case. The wagon came into view first, then the giant black knight, then a smaller creamy shape. Presumably their companion, the newcomer. Sebastian sauntered to the wagon with an easy sway to his hips and a charming smile on his muzzle, his jeans offering his only modesty. Even then, they were virtually painted on.
Still. Despite his intimate relations with Jazzy, he had to be courteous. Sebastian approached him from behind, stealthily skirting around the horse before suddenly appearing at Jazzy's side. The Italian stepped around his leader and grinned up at him daringly. "Hello, Jazper," he greeted cheerfully, bowing politely before he wrapped his arms around the huge male and hugged him tightly. Of course his strength was meagre compared to Jazzy, but it mattered little. He simply enjoyed hugging.
Once he had sufficiently embarrassed Jazzle-Dazzle, Sebastian turned and regarded the handsome creamy wolf with a crooked grin. "And hello to you too, amico." Sebastian boldly hugged the creamy male, secretly pleased that he wouldn't be the shortest member of this party. Sebastian squeezed the unknown man for somewhat longer than strictly necessary, memorising his scent before standing back to form a triangle between the trio.
"I am Sebastian," he introduced himself, his voice mingling silk and steel as he smiled like a gentleman. "Where are we headed first, Jazz?" he asked, folding his arms and tilting his hips and head as he looked almost straight up at his beloved leader.