Distoretions Random Musings

a stop on the road 🚲🌾

"Just letting me talk through what I'm doing should be plenty. I'm um, pretty sure I'll catch any mistakes I make if I have to explain it to someone. And who knows if my teachers would be able to sense your essence or whatever in the cookies if you did more than that."

"Oh, yeah, hadn't thought of that possibility. I definitely would hate to get you into trouble. Alright, so we'll stick to the talking thing. Anything I can do to help."

“‘Gather the following: ½ cup butter, ½ cup granulated sugar, ¼ cup brown sugar packed, 2 teaspoons vanilla extract, 1 large egg, 1 ¾ cups all-purpose flour, ½ teaspoon baking soda, ½ teaspoon kosher salt, 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips.’ We have a the right stuff this time, that’s good! Ah, I have to measure it all out though.”

When the shark’s owner spoke, Ilari finally looked up from the purple thing, shaking his head at the apology. The big grin he had from playing with the shark puppy stayed as he looked the owner up and down, though he did raise both eyebrows slightly at finding him completely naked, head cocking to the side at the sight of his crotch. Huh. He’d never seen something like that before.

Galadir had noticed that the stranger hadn't spoken, "are you...mute?"

Not able to see any injuries, Ilari pulled back from his examination and smiled once more, nodding in answer to the question and tapping his throat with a claw to indicate his lack of vocal cords.

She stepped closer, her hands closing around the edges of the blanket and giving it a little tug. “You um, you know what you’ve got going on under there is really hot, right?”

He was relieved that she wasn't afraid of him like this, though surprised at how, into it, she seemed to be, his insecurities regarding his regular body reared its ugly head, she liked this form, she wanted this form... He pushed it aside as best he could, leaning down and placing a kiss on her head, "let's go inside, there's a cake in the fridge, if you eat it for me I'll fuck your brains out," he figured they may as well take advantage of this body, he didn't know how long he'd have it and if she liked it...well, he wanted to feed her.

“Oh, I forgot about a fork… I guess I’ll have to use my hands for this.”

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Far from freaking out when the thing got close, Ilari’s face lit up at the sight of the fat little thing headed right for him, turning and reaching out his arms in anticipation of getting to pet it. He might not know exactly what it was but he sure knew he wanted to touch it.

At seeing the person seeming to not panic and instead act as though this was completely normal, Galadir's anxiety lessened, though he was still panicked, they were on land and out in the open. He managed to walk on shakey legs the rest of the way, ignoring that he was naked with his duel genitals fully visible. "S-sorry about him..." He spoke anxiously.

When the shark’s owner spoke, Ilari finally looked up from the purple thing, shaking his head at the apology. The big grin he had from playing with the shark puppy stayed as he looked the owner up and down, though he did raise both eyebrows slightly at finding him completely naked, head cocking to the side at the sight of his crotch. Huh. He’d never seen something like that before.

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Tor stopped to open the door the cafe as the reached it, just catching Alaire’s comment about cities being loud. “Hm? Yeah, I guess. Kinda depends. Like, I lived in an apartment block housed a bunch’a other people who worked on the strip, none of us wanted any noise when we were tryin’ get some sleep before our next shift. And none of us wanted to be that asshole in case someone else was sleepin’, y’know?”

Alaire walks inside with Tor as they finally come up to the cafe. Luckily, he's a little more familiar with simple things like coffee at this point, so he's not totally clueless when it comes to picking out what he wants. Though he's also pretty basic so he'll end up just getting something like a mocha frappuccino. Not without whipped cream and chocolate drizzle on top, of course.

Tor slid into the spot at the back of the line, glancing up at the menu hanging across the back wall. "Y'know what you're gettin'? I figured I'd go with my usual and a breakfast burrito. I heard those're good here."