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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2016 4:00:40 PM
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[u][b]Absolutely... I promised I w-wouldn't let anything happen t-to him and so far I've k-kept it.[/b][/u]
*He starts to lead her towards the apartment building.*
[u][b]Why were you f-frantically trying t-to get in like th-that?[/b][/u]
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Quincy purrs, rubbing his head against Vorim's cheek. Ember yawns, leaning against his neck tiredly.
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*He notices that she looks tired and smiles a little.* [u][b]H-How about you stay for the night? I'm s-sure you can sleep somewhere i-in the living room. And whatever Quincy i-is making is guaranteed to be d-delicious![/b][/u]
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She smiled. "That's real nice of you, sure! Ill probably fit just about anywhere being my size." "Yay!"
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[u][b]Great! H-How close are you to being finished making d-dinner Quincy?[/b][/u]
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"Oh my gosh! I need to make sure it doesnt burn!" he says, jumping off of Vorim's shoulder, flying into the kitchen.
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*He giggles, moving to the couch and sitting down before glancing at Ember on his shoulder.* [u][b]S-So... Would a washcloth and a pillow w-work for a temporary b-bed?[/b][/u]
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She nodded. "That'll work great! I've never gotten a pillow before! When me and Quincy would travel I'd just use his tail. That thing is fluffy."
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[u][b]I-I'll agree to that... It's e-even softer now since I h-have shampoo from Sphirinia...[/b][/u]
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"Softer? I didn't even know that was possible!" she said. "Hey, dinner's ready!" Quincy shouted, back to his normal 4'7" self.
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[u][b]Heehee, neither did I.[/b][/u] *He says, getting up and walking to the kitchen.*
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She hops off his shoulder, flying into the kitchen. "Yay! Chicken!"
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*Vorim giggles, setting a table.*
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Ember sits on a plate while Quincy sets the dish on a mat at the center of the table.
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*Vorim finishes setting the silverware and napkins out. He then gets two glasses out.* [u][b]W-What would you like t-to drink, Quincy?[/b][/u]
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"Water please." he chimes, beginning to cut into the cooked chicken.
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*He fills each cup with water and holds them out.* [u][b]C-Could you cool these for m-me please?[/b][/u]
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"Certainly." he says, touching them both. They both get cold fast.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/30/2016 5:28:58 AM[u][b]I never get t-tired of that, thank you d-dear.[/b][/u] *He says, chuckling and setting them on the table. He gives Ember a strange look, like he's trying to figure something out and then his ears perk up as he seems to get an idea. He goes over to the recycling and picks up an orange soda bottle that was put there only a few hours before. He takes off the cap and tosses the bottle back in the recycling. He turns back to Ember as he rinses out the cap in the sink.* [u][b]And what would y-you like t-to drink?[/b][/u]
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"Also water." she pipes. She sees what he's using as a cup for hee and giggles. "That's actually a really creative idea." she says.
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[u][b]Thank y-you.[/b][/u] *He says, filling it up and setting it down in front of her.*
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She smiled warmly, holding it in her little paws.
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*He sits down at one end of the table, putting his napkin in his lap as he waits.*
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Quincy serves out the chicken evenly, making sure he didn't give anyone too much. "That look ok?" he asked. "Just fine for me!" Ember said.
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[u][b]Enough for me, thank y-you Quincy.[/b][/u]
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He nodded, cutting some for himself.
