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☆ -- Takenpain sat in his new home, unpacking what little items he had with him. He pulled out; a green plaid handkerchief, which he happily tied around his neck, a journal where he wrote the strange magical findings of this new land, and a crumbled note with awkward writing. The final item he pulled out, was a paddle. Not just any paddle, either. It was the kind of paddle mothers would shield their child's eyes from.
Standing, the tom moved to put away his journal, when he foolishly slipped on the paddle, allowing it to roll out of his home into plain sight.
Eyes wide, the tom's head turned as he stared at the paddle, quite far from the entrance to his home. There was no way he was retrieving that without being seen.[/fancypost]
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[justify][size=8]Lemy raised his head from his white paws as a paddle rolled into his view. 'What the Hell?' The feline watched as the object rolled into view before heaving himself up to his paws. The tom padded over to the paddle and began poking it with a white paw. "What is this?" Lemy mused with an amused smile.
//is that what i think it is -
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☆ -- Oh god, somebody found it.
Rushing to stand and slip out of his den, Taken fumbled over his paws and words as he approached Lemy. He felt too weak to even reach to grab it away. Instead, he stood there with wide eyes, amber orbs locked on the black item.
"N-nothing! Nothing, it-it's nothing." If felines could blush, Taken's face would be brighter then a ripe tomato.
Of course, anybody educated on human - erm - toys, would know exactly what this was. They would know what Taken had a kink - and not in his tail.//
That's right. I made a kinky little child.[/fancypost] -
[justify][size=8]Lemy lifted his head to watch Takenpain stumble over to him, his amused smile growing larger at the other's discomfort. Although he didn't know what purpose the paddle served for he was content with teasing Taken over it. "Really? It sure looks like something," He hummed as he placed a paw on the handle and moved it side to side. "No, but really what is this?" He continued moving and prodding the peculiar black object.
//Lemy and Taken can be kinky budd/shot to death no but really -
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☆ -- Taken's ears flattened in further embarrassment, sighing slightly. In a split second, he huffed before lowering his eyes, and frowning in a awkward way. How did he explain this without being labeled as a freak?
"It's called a paddle." The tom mumbled, shuffling his paws awkwardly.
Dear starclan, please don't ask what it's for.//
That needs to happen. The kink ship.[/fancypost] -
[justify][size=8]Lemy peered at Taken, observing his body language before letting out a sigh through his nose. He attempted to slide the paddle over to the other tom with a shrug. "Alright then," The splotched tom yawned with a dismissive flick of his ears. He glanced at the object once more before peering at Taken once more. "Is it edible?" It was the most important question, at least to Lemy it was.
//Y e s.