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...... ... ...... Ah...! Sir Sandor! I think I see something… 
29th-Jun-2008 09:19 pm
(Older) I can handle things maturely~!
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Sir Sandor! I think I see something moving over there...! [ She points out in the distance at a moving lump within the forest, which upon closer inspection looks like the bastard spawn of a buffalo and a boar. ] Shall we attempt to slay it?



[ Continuation of Big-Little Chloe and Moses' camping adventures in the forest that may or may not be secretly territory of Martelim & Co. If evil wishes to strike, may it come down like lightning! We don't allow eventless excursions in the palace of wisdom. ]
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6th-Jul-2008 05:59 am (UTC)
W- [Mmmph! Whatever he was going to say just totally slipped his mind]
6th-Jul-2008 06:01 am (UTC)
[It's funny how she's more-or-less taken charge of this... she continues making out with him, while she grabs his hands to bring them up to her breasts, and lord only knows what good/bad reaction Moses will have to being able to actually touch boobs for once!]
6th-Jul-2008 06:18 am (UTC)
[That's because Moses is actually trying to be tactful in trying to dissuade her and save her dignity and not hurt her feelings all at once, but somehow it's all encouraging her? He doesn't get this. Why does he have to be nice and have a weakness for the sexy womens? And- oh my!] Chloe! Ah! W-wait!
6th-Jul-2008 06:21 am (UTC)
... hm? [That stops her, at least] What is it?
6th-Jul-2008 06:48 am (UTC)
Sorry! It's... [His resolve is wilting looking at her, but he's going to remember that she's not as old as she looks.] I can't. I mean, it's alright ya like me an' all. That's good. It's great! 'm happy! But this... it's kinda a bit much, kinda fast, an' I... [Shoot, he's losing his train of thought here]
6th-Jul-2008 06:54 am (UTC)
[Headtilts, not quite getting at what he means. Also, BOOBS. LOOK AT THEM, MOSES. Who knows when you'll get to see breasts again!] What do you mean?
6th-Jul-2008 07:16 am (UTC)
[Aww, hey, now that just ain't fair!] Well... Yer asking for a lot right now. An' if yer ready for that, that's fine! That's great! But, I can't. Sorry. [Translation: "It's not you, it's me." Ouch.]
6th-Jul-2008 07:20 am (UTC)
... mm. [Zips her top back up; no more boobs for you] I suppose... I should thank you for being forward... unlike how sir Coolidge was to my other self. Obviously I'm... not good enough.
6th-Jul-2008 07:38 am (UTC)
[Oh whoops! Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. At least it's easier to think now.] Now don' say that! Don' go puttin' yerself down jus' 'cause of me. Yer good enough! ...Ya jus' gotta things a bit slower, ya know?
6th-Jul-2008 07:43 am (UTC)
Slower... I suppose... but would that really make any difference with you?
6th-Jul-2008 07:56 am (UTC)
Uh... well, maybe! Ya never know do ya?
6th-Jul-2008 08:06 am (UTC)
So... there is hope for us after all? ♥
7th-Jul-2008 01:47 am (UTC)
[Oh, dig yourself in a little deeper Moses, go ahead.] It's possible.
7th-Jul-2008 01:49 am (UTC)
I figured as much, given that you did kiss back... [Smiles]
7th-Jul-2008 02:07 am (UTC)
I did, didn' I? [Both times, come to think of it]
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