10-04-2012, 03:45 PM
No problem! 
Sebastian pouted playfully, taking a deep breath that ruffled Bird's fur before expelling it in a warm huff against the sandy man's chest. "Awww," he cooed, his silky-soft ear brushing against Sandy's muscular, lean chest. "Poor bunny. They're so soft. And... And bonzery." The Italian nodded emphatically, certain that he had used that word correctly. Oh well. Sebastian took a long gulp of the drink he had donated to Sandy Bird, smacking his lips before plonking it back down on the smooth wooden table.
Ah. The silver ones were talking. He had already forgotten which were which. Too bad. Sebastian assumed that Bruno was talking first and attempted to focus his attention on him, blinking dazedly. Crowded. Yes, it was. But crowded was nice. More people to talk to, to hug and cuddle. As evidenced by Sandy Bird. Sebastian nodded wisely, wrapping his right arm around Sandy Bird's waist lazily.
The other one- Rex, was it? He started speaking. Or did he? The voice was the same. Maybe they had just switched positions. The Italian gazed at him suspiciously for a moment before shrugging and listening with a happy grin on his face. Aha. A little place not too far from there? Lovely. And they were brothers. All well and good. Twins, perhaps. He was on the verge of nodding before Sandy looked for his advice. He hiccuped.
"Hmm..." he mused, brow furrowing as he threw deep philosophical thought into this intricate cogitation. After a few seconds, he nodded happily.
"Certainly we shall!" he declared, exultant. "An Italian must never disgrace an offer of hospitality," he informed all those present with a surprisingly steady voice. "We must accept this gracious offer, and we can show you what a bed is like, and provided this handsome pair of brothers are not actually thieves, muggers or any such bad thing, we shall all walk away satisfied." The Italian gave one final, deliberate nod, already staggering to his feet and attempting to pull Sandy Bird up with him.
"Come, Sandy Bird," he insisted in a determined tone. "Let us abscond!" Trying to tug Bird over to one of the brothers, Sebastian clearly intended on linking arms with them. For support as much as a chance to get a feel for that fine-looking, silver-furred body.
Sebastian pouted playfully, taking a deep breath that ruffled Bird's fur before expelling it in a warm huff against the sandy man's chest. "Awww," he cooed, his silky-soft ear brushing against Sandy's muscular, lean chest. "Poor bunny. They're so soft. And... And bonzery." The Italian nodded emphatically, certain that he had used that word correctly. Oh well. Sebastian took a long gulp of the drink he had donated to Sandy Bird, smacking his lips before plonking it back down on the smooth wooden table.
Ah. The silver ones were talking. He had already forgotten which were which. Too bad. Sebastian assumed that Bruno was talking first and attempted to focus his attention on him, blinking dazedly. Crowded. Yes, it was. But crowded was nice. More people to talk to, to hug and cuddle. As evidenced by Sandy Bird. Sebastian nodded wisely, wrapping his right arm around Sandy Bird's waist lazily.
The other one- Rex, was it? He started speaking. Or did he? The voice was the same. Maybe they had just switched positions. The Italian gazed at him suspiciously for a moment before shrugging and listening with a happy grin on his face. Aha. A little place not too far from there? Lovely. And they were brothers. All well and good. Twins, perhaps. He was on the verge of nodding before Sandy looked for his advice. He hiccuped.
"Hmm..." he mused, brow furrowing as he threw deep philosophical thought into this intricate cogitation. After a few seconds, he nodded happily.
"Certainly we shall!" he declared, exultant. "An Italian must never disgrace an offer of hospitality," he informed all those present with a surprisingly steady voice. "We must accept this gracious offer, and we can show you what a bed is like, and provided this handsome pair of brothers are not actually thieves, muggers or any such bad thing, we shall all walk away satisfied." The Italian gave one final, deliberate nod, already staggering to his feet and attempting to pull Sandy Bird up with him.
"Come, Sandy Bird," he insisted in a determined tone. "Let us abscond!" Trying to tug Bird over to one of the brothers, Sebastian clearly intended on linking arms with them. For support as much as a chance to get a feel for that fine-looking, silver-furred body.