Damian begins to prepare the omelet, cracking the eggs and stirring them in the bowl he has, before beginning to dice the vegetables “Well it is, I only use it occasionally, although all the fruits and vegetables I use I gardened myself.” *I don’t know how to cook an omelet so it just happens.*
Saphuno watches as he cooks, sitting down in a chair she found. Something grabs a hold of her as she watches him, and all she can do is smile. "So, we gotta wait until our honeymoon, huh? You're no fun!"
He almost makes a mistake in his making her omelet, before a wide smirk takes over his face “Oh you want to know sooner? Looks like someone is less mild mannered than I thought. That’s my fault I suppose.” He continues working.
"You need to learn your species more, I may be a lady, but I'm also a very pretty bunny!" She rests her chin in her paws, her fluffball tail thrashing silently behind her, whining mockingly "Your heat is too high"
He continues working, his hands moving expertly “I know what I’m doing, I’ve done this before, quite often in fact.” He then turns the heat down a bit and continues “Also did you call me a time bomb?”
"You just now realized that?" She says, covering her muzzle with her paw as she quietly giggles "Yeah, I did, why?~"
“I wouldn’t say I’m a time bomb. It isn’t a very flattering name is it?” He soon finishes the omelet, placing it on a plate and putting it next to her, leaving it to cool.
"Why, you upset you could go off at any moment?~" She doesn't realize the double meaning until a few seconds, after which she blushes furiously, covering her face with her paws and hanging her head.
“You said it, we heard it, and trust me, it isn’t true.” He sits down next to her, giving her a wink and blowing her a kiss “I’m confident for a reason after all.” He then pulls out a notebook and begins to write down something.
She huffs, blush slowly fading as she scoots closer to him and pulling him to her, taking a few bites of the omelet. "Damn, this is good... whatcha doin, T.B?"
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
*hol up*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
He blinks confused for a moment “Wait, I’m older than you? I’m 28.” She can see that he is having a quick breakdown behind his eyes before snapping back “Oh that’s interest, not yet, I should learn how to make waffles.”
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
*hol up*
*where are we pausing, jobah?*
*second to last*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
He blinks confused for a moment “Wait, I’m older than you? I’m 28.” She can see that he is having a quick breakdown behind his eyes before snapping back “Oh that’s interest, not yet, I should learn how to make waffles.”
"Do not learn to make waffles. I will die before you, and it wont be fun."
“Learn how to make waffles it is, for your sake I’ll have to. If I plan on marrying you, and trust me I do, then I would have to.”
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
*hol up*
*where are we pausing, jobah?*
*second to last*
*do not question the Herangon...*
*already questioned*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
He blinks confused for a moment “Wait, I’m older than you? I’m 28.” She can see that he is having a quick breakdown behind his eyes before snapping back “Oh that’s interest, not yet, I should learn how to make waffles.”
"Do not learn to make waffles. I will die before you, and it wont be fun."
“Learn how to make waffles it is, for your sake I’ll have to. If I plan on marrying you, and trust me I do, then I would have to.”
"Do you want me to get fatter? Is that it?" She huffs, putting her hands on her hips and looking down
“I would say something, but you can’t improve on perfection can you?” He doesn’t look at her, tapping the scars on his chest one by one.
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
He blinks confused for a moment “Wait, I’m older than you? I’m 28.” She can see that he is having a quick breakdown behind his eyes before snapping back “Oh that’s interest, not yet, I should learn how to make waffles.”
"Do not learn to make waffles. I will die before you, and it wont be fun."
“Learn how to make waffles it is, for your sake I’ll have to. If I plan on marrying you, and trust me I do, then I would have to.”
"Do you want me to get fatter? Is that it?" She huffs, putting her hands on her hips and looking down
“I would say something, but you can’t improve on perfection can you?” He doesn’t look at her, tapping the scars on his chest one by one.
She blushes as she grabs his hand with her paw, sighing "I'm sorry... I just.. I think I wanna stay at the size I am, I cant afford to buy new clothes again.."
He smiles widely and looks up, tipping his wide brimmed hat so she can see his eyes “Oh don’t apologize to me, it’s not like I haven’t heard it before. If you want to stay that shape you want hear me complain.”
He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
His orginazation puts her ingredient chart to shame. She smiles softly, paw on his shoulder. "Oh, that's interesting... where are these plants at anyway?" She says, taking another bite of the omelet.
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
"Well... i'm 27... I like to read.. a lot. I like... waffles, a lot.. I will admit it, they are my down fall.... uhhh, my brother... married our mom... What else..? Oh, have you ever eaten crickets?"
*hol up*
*where are we pausing, jobah?*
*second to last*
*do not question the Herangon...*
*already questioned*
*are you jealous because you cant get the Herangon?*
*not me, but one of my characters is a notorious furry. I’d intro him but his culinary aspects would be redundant considering Mauric.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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He looks up from the notebook “Of course it’s good, I told you as much, and I don’t lie that often anymore. I’m just keeping track of my harvest, and what I use up before the next harvest. I’m a good gardener.”
“Only a little bit away from here actually. I would show you, but it’s pretty barren at the moment actually.” He closes the notebook, putting it into the his open cloak’s pocket “Tell me more about yourself, I feel like you’ve practically seen my soul at this point.” He says proud of his own pun.
*Satie’s Gymnopedies are awesome, especially lent et triste.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hol up*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He blinks confused for a moment “Wait, I’m older than you? I’m 28.” She can see that he is having a quick breakdown behind his eyes before snapping back “Oh that’s interest, not yet, I should learn how to make waffles.”
*second to last*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Learn how to make waffles it is, for your sake I’ll have to. If I plan on marrying you, and trust me I do, then I would have to.”
*already questioned*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I would say something, but you can’t improve on perfection can you?” He doesn’t look at her, tapping the scars on his chest one by one.
He smiles widely and looks up, tipping his wide brimmed hat so she can see his eyes “Oh don’t apologize to me, it’s not like I haven’t heard it before. If you want to stay that shape you want hear me complain.”
*not me, but one of my characters is a notorious furry. I’d intro him but his culinary aspects would be redundant considering Mauric.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.