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[electricflock]

Right! Have had people named after baked good flavors, even. Had Sugar, had Cinnamon, what if is a Vanilla one day?

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[finalbows]

Bet they'd have white hair.

It's too bad about Cinnamon, he had a nice voice. You lot should have used him as a crier or storyteller for your parties.

[ sip. Mulls over the strength of the drink... ]

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[finalbows]

[ curls up closer to gryphon. ]

...I want to be drunk faster, but I don't want to just guzzle my drink. Feed me a bonbon~~?

[electricflock]

I can pour you another drink after this one.

[but absolutely he's going to cuddle and purr, picking up the box of chocolates and raising one to Quetzal's lips]

[finalbows]

[ he wraps his lips around the chocolate and of course sucks on Muffin's fingers while he's at it because we all knew that was going to happen, right ]

[electricflock]

[everyone knew. muffin knew. muffin knew days ago when he got that box and first thought about sharing them with quetzal.

but he still goes so red about it]

Good?

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[finalbows]

[ :3 ][ :3 ][ :--

2/3

[finalbows]

[ --whew the tequila burn when he bit it apart Right Away is in fact stronger than he expected ]

3/3

[finalbows]

[ holds up hand for 'hold on' for a second until he's finished it ]

--Those ARE spiked.

...Good.

[electricflock]

[chitters and takes one for himself, holding it in his small fangs before cracking it and closing his mouth on it]

Now we get drunk?

[finalbows]

Now we get drunk~☆. With our boyfriend~. Who we missed very, very much~.

[electricflock]

[hehehe hugs quetzal's arm and leaaaans on him— with a glance to the missing leg to make sure he won't topple them both over. he said beau~ he said boyfriend~~~]

To celebrate having our boyfriend back again~

[finalbows]

SooOOO. Celebrate at... with me.

[ waves a hand in front of his own freckled face. ]

I was informed there'd be celebration bites.

[electricflock]

You want me to?

[laughs and grabs for his hand, leaning up to bump their faces together, rubbing his cheek against quetzal's like he's in his other form, purring loudly. it's cuddly and he feels a little silly actually doing it, but he gives quetzal's freckles a small chomp.]

Not very squishy cheeks for biting.

[finalbows]

[ even less squishy after going out to sea. unconscionable. ]

You knew that when you picked out the spot! Own the choices, pretty birdie~.

[ it's the playing of it that he likes. the actual chomp is, in fact, just the undignified sensation of being gently gnawed in the face. ]

[electricflock]

I still like them! Am owning choice.

[noses around his ears and neck, and peppers kisses across his face, searching for more freckles]

Only cheeks? Kept your shoulders covered? Tan lines are cute too.

[finalbows]

[ pleased giggle ]

I-- had a coat, but-- one second--

[ just gonna, kind of clumsily because it's dark and he's starting to feel the tipsy meter increasing, open a few shirt buttons. there's plenty on and under his collarbone. ]

[electricflock]

Pirate coat?? Debonair!

[KISSES AND NIBBLES FOR COLLARBONES]

[finalbows]

I'd always wanted one. ...You'll see it after I've cleaned it to kingdom come.

[ it was hard to tell he was wearing a snazzy pirate coat earlier on account of also wearing a bunch of blood. Muffin understands.

he tugs off his fingerless gloves.
the last freckle zone he offers up Muffin is his wrists; they're on the backs of his hands
too. ]

[electricflock]

[it’s got to be clean! and accessoried! we want hot fashion pirate, not actual tired, dirty, and salt-baked pirate.

kisses the backs of his hands and his fingertips too, still purring and tipsy enough to ask,]

Can I bite you um, like… hard? Have to mark someone for Red, have to make a heart~

[finalbows]

[ his tail does several big fwumping flops on the sand, not wagging, but. Flippies. ]

Yes. _{[ ... ]} Put it somewhere I can keep it and look at it a while.

[electricflock]

[takes his hands and leans up to kiss him, purring loudly]

Arm? Leg? Can’t see shoulder well…

[finalbows]

Mnn... not on any limbs, tonight...

...above my hip?

[electricflock]

[ah. purrs on a different lilt, apologetic. for a moment he’d forgotten about the leg.]

Hip sounds good.

[finalbows]

[ he makes sure he's not got any picnic blanket up under him, gets comfortable laying back on the sand, peels up the hem of his shirt... and fixes Muffin with his best smoulder. ]

Alright... I'm ready for you~.