01-27-2010, 07:03 PM
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©table code and image to james; 652 words
“Maybe you just aren’t doing them exactly right then.” But then again Marik had never studied a dating book before. Most of his texts were instructional volumes. Ones that gave exact step by step instructions on how to construct something. Or things along those lines. The ones he read told exactly how to craft something. He didn’t read fluff. He just picked up things that told him how to accomplish what he wanted done and provided him with images of the construction. Dating books were beyond him. But it wasn’t like he really wanted to date anyways. He just wanted “friends” like he had back in Germany. That was all he was really worried about. He wasn’t the relationship sort. He couldn’t do monogamy. He couldn’t turn anyone that wanted him down. That was just the way that he was.
The look she was giving him was one he was used to getting his whole life. He didn’t have the typical coyote look though that is what half of his blood is made of. But he didn’t look exactly like a dog either, though that is what the other half of his genetics was. He was stuck on middle ground without any real indication as to what he was. Except for maybe a pincushion and canvas given all of his piercings and tattoos. And of course a foreigner, with his accent and all. But as to where he could actually belong, it doesn’t show through. But he was accepted as the coyote he didn’t strictly look like. But that could be because of his brother’s influence. After all Cotl had more of their father’s looks than he did. Marik just turned out looking more like their mother. None ever seemed to be able to tell just what he was at a glance. Not unless he told what he was. But any that had met his brother could tell that they were related. That was perhaps the only things that he had going for him. Probably the only reason he was part of the clan now.
He couldn’t keep from laughing at her question. “Dancing? No, of course not. They are practicing religion.” That was certainly one way to put it. Of course he could have been more blunt about it. But he did have some sense of decency after all. “They are doing what makes them both feel good and happy.” This was spoken from experience. After all he had just said that he had already done such a thing. Only now was he finding out it was a religious practice as well. How was that? He had a religion all along. And back in Germany he had been a faithful practitioner all along. When he got back to the room he would just have to enlighten his brother that he had religion all along. Wouldn’t that just come as a shock to the slightly older male?
“Do you know where that is?” After all he had no clue where anything was in this place. And well if a bed was found then blankets would be found. To him it was the only logical explanation. Find a bed then the blankets Cotl wanted would be there. That was the exactly way that his thought processes went. Well, maybe not exactly for somewhere in there was bodies in tangled sheets. But still, bed equaled blankets. But then her words caught him by surprise a bit. Hey wait, was she flirting back? Hinting at things? He grinned as she took his offered arm. His head then became tilted to that he could whisper in her ear with that deep voice of his. “When we find a bed then we will just have to try it together, hm?” He headed out of the library and into the rest of the building with his bibles tucked under one arm and a wolf hanging onto the other.
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“Maybe you just aren’t doing them exactly right then.” But then again Marik had never studied a dating book before. Most of his texts were instructional volumes. Ones that gave exact step by step instructions on how to construct something. Or things along those lines. The ones he read told exactly how to craft something. He didn’t read fluff. He just picked up things that told him how to accomplish what he wanted done and provided him with images of the construction. Dating books were beyond him. But it wasn’t like he really wanted to date anyways. He just wanted “friends” like he had back in Germany. That was all he was really worried about. He wasn’t the relationship sort. He couldn’t do monogamy. He couldn’t turn anyone that wanted him down. That was just the way that he was.
The look she was giving him was one he was used to getting his whole life. He didn’t have the typical coyote look though that is what half of his blood is made of. But he didn’t look exactly like a dog either, though that is what the other half of his genetics was. He was stuck on middle ground without any real indication as to what he was. Except for maybe a pincushion and canvas given all of his piercings and tattoos. And of course a foreigner, with his accent and all. But as to where he could actually belong, it doesn’t show through. But he was accepted as the coyote he didn’t strictly look like. But that could be because of his brother’s influence. After all Cotl had more of their father’s looks than he did. Marik just turned out looking more like their mother. None ever seemed to be able to tell just what he was at a glance. Not unless he told what he was. But any that had met his brother could tell that they were related. That was perhaps the only things that he had going for him. Probably the only reason he was part of the clan now.
He couldn’t keep from laughing at her question. “Dancing? No, of course not. They are practicing religion.” That was certainly one way to put it. Of course he could have been more blunt about it. But he did have some sense of decency after all. “They are doing what makes them both feel good and happy.” This was spoken from experience. After all he had just said that he had already done such a thing. Only now was he finding out it was a religious practice as well. How was that? He had a religion all along. And back in Germany he had been a faithful practitioner all along. When he got back to the room he would just have to enlighten his brother that he had religion all along. Wouldn’t that just come as a shock to the slightly older male?
“Do you know where that is?” After all he had no clue where anything was in this place. And well if a bed was found then blankets would be found. To him it was the only logical explanation. Find a bed then the blankets Cotl wanted would be there. That was the exactly way that his thought processes went. Well, maybe not exactly for somewhere in there was bodies in tangled sheets. But still, bed equaled blankets. But then her words caught him by surprise a bit. Hey wait, was she flirting back? Hinting at things? He grinned as she took his offered arm. His head then became tilted to that he could whisper in her ear with that deep voice of his. “When we find a bed then we will just have to try it together, hm?” He headed out of the library and into the rest of the building with his bibles tucked under one arm and a wolf hanging onto the other.
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