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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Quincy_Frost:
12/25/2016 2:45:34 AM
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[b]Just a friendly game of tag....with swords.[/b]
[i]Dojo sparring room.[/i]
Q had somehow managed to get out of Ry's ship, making his way to the sparring room. The halls were empty, and quite creepy as well since they were so quiet. He sat atop a tall wooden pole, perched on it, looking at his sword. He sighed, admiring the jagged curves and runes inscribed onto it that would glow as long as he lived. He continued starring at his blade, it officially being known as a Blade of Elysium. This one's name was Kier-Ha, and it hadnt spoken since he left Falana. He sat atop the pole, pondering why Kier-Ha wouldn't speak, something no one would really know for sure.
((Open to Orn. Unless you feel like fighting Q when he's in a fight-y mood.))
((also open to conversation))
English
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[u][b]Im glad![/b][/u] *Vorim hugs Quincy back, starting to purr.*
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Quincy hugs him in return. "So...should we check on everyone else now?"
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[u][b]I guess we could... I was planning on spending the evening with you...[/b][/u]
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"B-but...zombies." Clearly he had t heard the zombies were gone.
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[u][b]Quincy, there aren't any. Your sword said so[./b][/u]
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"Oh yeah, i forgot. Heh."
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[u][b]Well then, what do you say?[/b][/u]
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"Sure! Where would we go though?"
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[u][b]Well, we can go home... Everyone has fled Dojoville so sadly nothing's open for a Christmas Eve dinner.[/b][/u]
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"Yeah...home sounds good. Wanna go now?"
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[u][b]Sure.[/b][/u] *He scoops Quincy up in his arms, lifting him off the ground.* [u][b]I hope you don't mind me carrying you. I want to keep you as close as I can.[/b][/u]
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He giggles. "I don't mind at all."
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[u][b]Great![/b][/u] *He kisses Quincy again and then walks over to the door, using his tail to open it. He starts making his way to the apartments.*
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Quincy purrs, closing his eyes and nuzzling him the whole way.
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*Vorim nuzzles back, sighing happily. He opens the door to their apartment with his tail and carries him in.*
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"So should I cook or do you wanna cook together?" he asks, smiling happily.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2016 3:04:51 AM*Vorim sets him on the couch.* [u][b]How about we cook together.[/b][/u] *He says, kissing Quincy again.*
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"Sounds like a plan." he said, nuzzling him in return.
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[u][b]Good![/b][/u] *He moves to the kitchen, waiting for Quincy to follow.*
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Quincy happily skips to the kitchen as he starts taking cooking stuff out.
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*Vorim starts pulling out ingredients.* [u][b]Alright, what are we going to cook? Or do we just not have a plan and we're stuck with whatever abomination we end up with?[/b][/u] *He asks, smiling.*
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Quincy giggles. "Lets just start making stuff and see what happens."
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[u][b]Heehee, I was hoping you would agree to that.[/b][/u]
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He giggles again, taking out an uncooked chicken.
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*Vorim giggles as well, tossing some raw onions and peppers into a bowl, then dropping some potato chips in.*
