let the words fly + priv

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Carmen had just joined Sunclan recently and found herself with many friends. She already loved it here although she had yet to find a nice permanent home for herself. She couldn't wait until she did though, she could decorate however she wanted opposite to the Adair Estate where everything was decided by her father.


    So there she wandered aimlessly until she came upon one of the many creeks. She sat by the edge, looking at the water before dipping a paw in. It was cold but refreshing. Would it be okay to swim in? She looked around, wondering if there were any signs or someone to ask.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; overflow: auto][justify][color=#FFFFFF]The antlered tom was already splashing around in the water, his large black and white body bouncing about like a kitten as he purred happily. Oddly enough he'd forgotten he wasn't a deer anymore, he began dragging his antlers along the side of the water with such force that he even managed to catch a fish on the end of them. "I wonder if this would be considered spearfishing?"





    [size=6pt]#dancebby

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]When she turned to the right she was immediately overtaken by water splashed into her face and she let out a feminine laugh, batting it away as her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. "Monsieur! I am wet now!" She complained in a playful way, her french accent very obvious but making her voice even sweeter than it was. "Spearfishing? Quoi?" Carmen asked confusedly before realizing what he was doing with his antlers. "Ah- Oui! Bravo!" He probably wouldn't understand but she meant well. "How do you catch umm...poisson...Fish?" The gentle tortoiseshell asked, tilting her head curiously.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; overflow: auto][justify][color=#FFFFFF]"Why hello there darling, haven't I seen you before? Carmen right? It's nice to see you again!" He jumped up shaking out his pelt and puffing up for a few seconds. "Hum, well I guess you could say it was an accident that it happened, but now I can't get the poor fellow off my antler!" He laughed, attempting to reach it and failing.





    [size=6pt]#dancebby

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Darling? No one had ever called her something like that before. She blushed and giggled, making it sound so graceful and feminine although still adorable. "Oui Je m'appelle Carmen. Pleasure is mine." She returned, feeling the little droplets of water shaking onto her. Poor fellow. She liked the way this tom spoke, with nice little compliments and such. Carmen watched as he tried to get it off with no success. "Let I help." She shyly offered and reached up onto the tips of her hing legs and grabbed onto the fish. She was about to hook it off when she realized what kind of position they were in. She was up on her hing legs, practically hugging his face to get to the fish on his antlers. She quickly swiped the fish and got down, taking a step back. "Désolé- Sorry monsieur!" Carmen covered her pretty face with her paws, embarrassed.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; overflow: auto][justify][color=#FFFFFF]He only snorted, quickly poking her stomach with his black nose before she dropped back down. "Oh that's quiet already miss, your tummy is rather soft and squishy." He backed up and shook his head about until the large bass fell onto the ground in front of his black and white dappled paws. "Want some? It's fresh off the rack!" He chuckled, making a silly joke. "Get it? Because they call antlers 'racks'? Huh? Huh? Sorry, I'm cheesy." He balanced the fish on a single claw and used molecule manipulation to quickly grill the fish with fire.





    [size=6pt]#dancebby

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]When he poked her stomach with his nose she jolted, feeling a weird spark. She awkwardly giggled and nodded at his reassurance, "M-Merci." The stunning green eyed tortoiseshell would stammer. "Poisson? Oui!" She relaxed once he made a joke, laughing along cheerfully. Even though he was cheesy, she liked how cheesy he was. The french fae leaned down and took a small dainty bite, savoring the flavor and smiling to herself at how good it was. "Tres bien! This is delicious!" She complimented and nudged the bass forward with her own black nose.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; overflow: auto][justify][color=#FFFFFF]Long legs and ruffled fur began to move slowly as the tom stood up in a stretch, shaking off with a loud yawn as he sat down to groom his side. His breath smelt strongly of cream and sweets, though mostly people knew why that was and he wasn't about to explain it all over again. "Hell, did I fall asleep?" He groaned, blinking his dead, yellow eyes.





    [size=6pt]#dancebby

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Carmen had been looking for the antlered tom, hoping he was okay. After what happened with Mask and Alaskanpaw...She wasn't so sure. So when the pretty french fae found him in his house which had his door opened, she found him just waking up. "Monsieur...Are you okay?" She asked sweetly, her accented voice soft and her stunning green eyes filled with concern.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; overflow: auto][justify][color=#FFFFFF]He jumped, turning to look at her with relief. "My goodness, I didn't know who you were at first." He chuckled, jumping out of bed and onto the floor. "And yes, I'm fine just... Tired. I think I'll go make some tea." He shook off once more, his fur ruffled all over his body in a cute manner as it normally did when he woke. He brushed past her, his long legs padding down the hall and into the kitchen.





    [size=6pt]#dancebby

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]She listened intently. He was tired...Wasn't everyone with all this drama? She followed him to the kitchen, feeling his fur brush against hers gave a small shock, just like when he poked her stomach. She noticed the way his hair stuck up in a messy boyish way, a style her father and mother would dissaprove of. But the french fae loved it. It was more natural and it fit him.


    "Tea? May I have tea?" Sometimes her words came put sounding rude but it was simply because she did not know proper grammar. She ventured into his kitchen, smiling and looking around curiously.