This is about thirty-one flavors of "OH NO."
Who: leftacreampuff and drunkonroyale
What: A date!
When: IN THE PAST
Where: First Room 3-6, then, the WORLD
Warnings: One very feminine looking guy and a Pervbird. Who knows!
Tea! Although the majority of the ship's supply wasn't... all that good, Chihaya managed to snag himself something decent, especially after learning a thing or two from England. After the pot gave a shrill whistle, Chihaya scampered over, pouring a small amount into a cup and taking a whiff and sip. Satisfied with the aroma and taste, he lowered the heat to nothing but a low simmer, promptly taking a seat at the table by the small kitchen and waiting.
Meanwhile, he wondered about Kir's strange habits. He was obviously a very affectionate animal, doting Chihaya with flattering words. With a smile, Chihaya couldn't help but kick his feet back and forth, his heels lightly scraping against the floor with each swing. Back home, the type of compliments he received from Kir were commonplace, even between two men, and didn't really hold the connotations they did on Earth. So, naturally, any attempt at flirting were filed under "Aww, that was sweet!" and not "Oh wow, I'm being hit on by an albatross."
This was not going to end well.
What: A date!
When: IN THE PAST
Where: First Room 3-6, then, the WORLD
Warnings: One very feminine looking guy and a Pervbird. Who knows!
Tea! Although the majority of the ship's supply wasn't... all that good, Chihaya managed to snag himself something decent, especially after learning a thing or two from England. After the pot gave a shrill whistle, Chihaya scampered over, pouring a small amount into a cup and taking a whiff and sip. Satisfied with the aroma and taste, he lowered the heat to nothing but a low simmer, promptly taking a seat at the table by the small kitchen and waiting.
Meanwhile, he wondered about Kir's strange habits. He was obviously a very affectionate animal, doting Chihaya with flattering words. With a smile, Chihaya couldn't help but kick his feet back and forth, his heels lightly scraping against the floor with each swing. Back home, the type of compliments he received from Kir were commonplace, even between two men, and didn't really hold the connotations they did on Earth. So, naturally, any attempt at flirting were filed under "Aww, that was sweet!" and not "Oh wow, I'm being hit on by an albatross."
This was not going to end well.