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► A rather odd-looking grey mage approached the Breton. "Should give that Meed fellow a kiss," it said, though it sounded as if it was trying to disguise its voice.
“I should?” Brielle placed her hands on her hips and lifted a brow at the strange looking grey mage. “I don’t… Oh, fine,” she huffed.
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((But… But you have so many!
…
The random number generator has spoken.
Bade will get a kiss on the cheek.))
Meed happily gave the Breton's rear a firm 'thwack' - a broad grin on his face.
A yelp sounded throughout the Arcanaeum accompanied by the thudding of books and the snapping of charcoal. Covering her rear, yet again, Brielle glanced over her shoulder before turning around and backing up against the shelf. “Stop that!” she yelled, earning a shout and hiss from the Arcanaeum’s lurking Orc.
(No repercussion): Meed cleared his throat and offered the Breton a warm smile. "You've got a real nice ass."
Brielle’s eyes widened and her face flushed a deep red. Her mouth started to open, but then snapped shut. No repercussions. Swallowing she looked to the ground and tried to stop her face from darkening even more, but try as she might two thoughts brought the red tint back.
Why was he staring there?
Oh by the Eight, he was staring there.
♥ (notevensorry)
Dalamus peered slightly upward at Bade, the Imperial standing just barely an inch taller than him. Odd that strangers were asking for kisses from him, but at the very least he was not obligated to kiss on the mouth.
With a shrug, since he could not opt out, he gave the man a kiss to his cheek and then stepped back. The man was taller and had more muscle than he, and Dalamus did not want to stand so close.
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Yet another tall individual, and there was not a chair or stone in sight that she could stand on. Mumbling unintelligible words Brielle stood on her toes as high as she could, lightly tugging on the leather armor to get the man to lean down the rest of the way. “My apologies,” she said before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
When she turned to Meed her face turned red. She approached with a weary, narrowed look and folded her arms over her chest. “A kiss on the cheek,” she said after a few seconds, smiling despite her attempts to appear serious. “That’s all.” With a confirmed nod of her head she leaned up and placed a peck on his cheek.
"Confess!" Meed called out eagerly, and awaited praise from these fine folk. Bade merely rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Confess for me as well, I suppose."
Meed:
["You have quite the charming smile."]
{"What do you do for a living.. you smell kinda funny, though not in a bad way."}
"You're cute, kido," the female werewolf grinned after eying him over quickly.
Bade:
{["I uh.. might have a thing for green eyes, though I must admit I prefer them to be in a woman.. no offense."]}
{[Bea peered up at the taller man and seemed to focus on his eyes as well. "You have very kind eyes, sir."]}
"If I was ANY of you fine being's lover..." Meed began with a broad grin, "I'd make sure you never longed for sex again. For you would always be satisfied."
[The embalmer looked at the Imperial and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Uh, I’ll pass.. You’re not exactly my type,” he said, pursing his lips.]
[She let out a short chuckle and idly shook her head. “Hope you don’t mind if I put that to the test,” she said, grinning at him.]
{“Sorry boy, I’m afraid I’d break you,” the werewolf chuckled, peering down at the shorter man.}
“Your hair…” the vampire paused and eyed the boy over. “It looks like something that got killed crossing the road. I don’t know whether to comb it or scrape it off and bury it.”
