((There's some NSFW content. Fortunately, it's not with the raptor. =P))Toki Wartooth's head was spinning, and he kept his eyes clenched shut for several minutes, wondering what had happened, and why he felt so warm and oily. It had not been a very good day, although he could only recall it vaguely, as he had been incredibly drunk for most of it.
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He was just beginning to feel the effects of the aptly named Sex Bombs that had gone off in the Great Hall, and unfortunately for Toki (unfortunately for them both), he was the first person Skwisgaar had run into into since leaving there.
"Why's you always followings me?" He scowled and reached out as though to shove Toki back against the wall, and quite likely intended to at first, but ended up instead fisting the front of Toki's greasy shirt. And pulled him forward.
Had Toki always had such startling pale blue eyes?
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"Skwisgaar?" Toki's voice was tremulous, and he found the way that Skwisgaar was looking at him rather disturbing. "I wasn't followings you! You followings me!" He tried to glare angrily at his bandmate, but, it faltered under Skwisgaar's expression- Toki read the look as a confirmation that he'd done something horrible. He tried to pull back, stammering, "I don't knows what happened! Stop lookings at me like that!" As he was still quite intoxicated, he only managed to slip and fall back towards the wall himself.
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"I'm nots lookings at you like anythings," Skwisgaar said, just to be contrary, and continued right on looking. He also didn't let go of Toki's shirt front. "You look likes warmsed over shit, Toki."
Really... sexy warmed over shit. The aphrodisiac was a bit slow in taking effect, but clearly was starting to do its thing.
He glanced from the vomit to Toki with an accusatory expression. "And yous been drinkings too much. How are you expectings to ever gets better at guitars, eh? Can'ts do dat drunks." Skwisgaar wasn't being entirely hypocritical for once. He hadn't gotten as good as he was by spending all of his time wasted. Of course, once it occurred to him that he was actually trying to be supportive of Toki's playing, he immediately stopped. "Pfft, you'll always be dildos at guitars. Don'ts know why I bothers with you ats all."
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Toki looked like he was about to cry again as he entirely failed to get to his feet- Skwisgaar was looking at him, and he thought it had to be accusatory. He'd done something awful, somehow Ofdensen was either very hurt, or dead, and he figured Skwisgaar knew what it was. He, however, had to be contrary too, and refused to actually ask him. That would be confronting the problem. "You are lookings at me like somethings, Skwisgaar! And you looks like. . .like. . .dildos!" Toki was too upset to come up with anything creative, not that he'd do a brilliant job if he tried ( ... )
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And someone was there, outside in the corridor, covered in the same slimy substance he had been. He remembered it had tasted pretty good when he'd groomed himself. Perhaps this human would taste good, too.
The raptor cautiously crouched low to the ground and made a chirruping noise at Toki, staying a few feet away. Something about the human smelled a bit off. Maybe he was sick?
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He was just plain terrified and didn't know what to do. Running away seemed like it would just attract the creature's attention even more. So he tried to sit perfectly still, clutching his bear tightly against him in both arms as he attempted not to look at the raptor. Maybe if he pretended it didn't exist, it would go away.
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And also Toki can do whatever he wants to the raptor within reason.))
Toki's reaction was luckily the right one if he was looking to avoid being chomped on. The raptor couldn't help but be reminded of a terrified raptor chick when the human huddled, obviously trying not to move or be noticed, except it wasn't terribly effective in the middle of the hallway with nothing to camouflage him and no pack to protect him.
The raptor edged closer making a soft, crooning growl, and when Toki still didn't move, he cautiously sniffed the human's buttery hair, then rubbed his lower jaw against Toki's equally greasy forehead. There was still an underlying smell of sickness clinging to the human, but the raptor proceeded to lick his face and the bare skin of his arms anyway, being mindful not to tear any delicate flesh with his teeth. The butter was as delicious as he'd remembered.
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He saw a suit of armor and said hi to it, then slipped on a puddle of something. He tripped for a second and steadied himself by grabbing the suit by the codpiece. That was when he saw Toki on the floor.
"Holy shit," he said, "hey Toki! and...holy shit how did you get covered in all that crap. Jeez I thought you Scandamavarians were a sick bunch but damn."
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"Yous here too, Murderface? I don't knows how I got heres, but I was all covered with disgusting butters, and I got puked on by this big fucking lizards-thing, and I need another drink reallies bad." He hadn't unpopped with anything but his deddy bear, which both looked and smelled a great deal better than he did. The combination of butter, vodka, vomit, and raptor spit had pretty much assured that his clothes would be better off burned than washed.
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He'd probably seen Toki worse, but then he didn't remember. Ah well.
"Jesus Christ dude, you smell like a movie theater took a shit, I mean not like I've ever smelled that before but if I knew what it smelled like you'd be it," Murderface said.
He reached in his pocket and found a tiny bottle of really crappy American vodka (the good stuff was in his other pocket) and handed it to his bandmate.
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"But then how do you knows if you nevers smelled it?" Toki slurred, sort of missing the point. But, he was pretty good at that even when he wasn't inebriated.
Toki took the bottle gratefully, really not caring how crappy it was- he was at that point where drinking more was the only way to avoid one hell of a hangover. All he could really do was put it off, but, that was good enough for now, so he unscrewed the top and downed the vodka, which did help him look a bit more alive. But, he still wasn't about to try getting to his feet. "That tastes likes you say I smell. . . I do need a baths, but, don't feels like walking now. Some big fucking lizards-thing puked on me. It mights still be hanging around someswhere." He glanced up and down the hall, hoping it wasn't going to show up again.
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