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He looks over at her. "Bah, dont worry about her. She's nice." She shrugs.
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[u][b]Y-You know it isn't how nice they are... I-It's how used t-to them I am.[/b][/u]
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"Oh, well, uhm...I can go if that makes you feel better." Ember offers.
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[u][b]Y-You came here to see Q-Quincy! You don't n-need to leave![/b][/u]
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She flies over and sits on his shoulder. "So...its not that its because of me, its just that you're not used to me?" she asks.
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[u][b]Y-Yeah... I need to know y-you for about a year...[/b][/u] *He looks back at Quincy on his other shoulder and gently nuzzles him again.* [u][b]Falling in love m-makes it a lot easier th-though... Would you like t-to tell her?[/b][/u]
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He nods. "Would I ever!" He leans around Vorim's head. "Don't tell anyone but we're engaged!" "Oh my gosh that's awesome!" "I know!!!"
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[u][b]Y-Yep... This little guy and I a-are getting married.[/b][/u]
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Ember giggles. "Im so happy for you two!" Quincy smiled happily, blushing a little as he hugged Vorim's neck.
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*Vorim giggles, reaching up to stroke Quincy's back with one of his fingers.* [u][b]Th-Thanks![/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.