Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-15488047-20131022040716/@comment-15488047-20131129093433

Impeccable taste as always, Musk. Grasping Tianee's hand, he felt as if he fit into the family seamlessly - everything was... really... warm.

He had to make sure that he asked for the stew recipe before he left. Cerule couldn't comprehend how Tianee didn't go through withdrawal symptoms for the stuff.

As accommodations were settled, (Cerule had a brief moment of silence in honor of Tatonga's eardrums), he removed his coat, draping it over his soon-to-be-bed. He knew that he'd need more in the wild, but at the moment, the house was just so wonderfully toasty.

He gazed out towards the back, the dense forest greeting him, examining every fine detail of the landscape. "Oh, dinner." RIght. He approached Tianee, hand brushing against hers in an almost reflexive manner.

He gave her a light smile. "To the restroom then, my friend."