07-05-2016, 12:29 PM
keep you like an oath
may nothing but death do us part
may nothing but death do us part
All of a sudden Kirin doesn’t seem to mind the way the other tosses his head around. Inwardly he thinks he looks ridiculous doing so, mane flapping about as it was, but outwardly he is beaming. He was especially pleased with himself at this moment, at this find, because as you know he would take credit for finding Clark and not the other way around. Selfish man as he is. Kirin’s probably grown far too accustomed at getting his way and who was he to even offer otherwise?
Maybe he could exact some kind of revenge on the fairies with the help of his new found friend. He takes a moment to brush the soft edges of his wing tips against Clark’s face, wiping away the mess like a Mother does her child. Oopsie daisy, he had gotten a bit carried away there leaving a mask of spittle against the lovely brown and white. “Let me just get this then,” is tongue juts out his mouth to the side, as though this takes deep concentration and skill. “Much better, much better,” complimenting his own handy work and shaking the wetness away from his lovely plumes as if it were a sticky booger. Gross.
Kirin does not like to be dirty, at all, but sometimes sacrifices were made- this was one of those times.
He doesn’t expect the laughter, was the paint so pleased at his clean up job? Was it somehow funny? He didn’t see the humor but if it was making so much progress he would endure this odd sense of it. “You..havn’t?” Oh, displeasing but still there is the fact of the matter at hand. The Magic, so surely there was some way he could help regardless if he’d never seen them. Kirin would be happy to point them out. The thistle colored man muses, thinking briefly in the diabolical way he did and of course he collected himself an idea within moments. “You can do what they do, well, that is terribly useful then. You know what, would you like to meet a fairy? I’m sure we could find one, I can point it out to you, would you like that? That would be fun right?”
Kirin’s own eagerness comes to plaster itself on his features, he thought this would be beyond all reason of fun.
“Of course they did hurt me so, and we’re friends right Clark, you and I? I can’t stand when my friends get hurt, can you?” Sow, plant, sow, plant, he had to find some way to get the idea in his goofy head.
Maybe he could exact some kind of revenge on the fairies with the help of his new found friend. He takes a moment to brush the soft edges of his wing tips against Clark’s face, wiping away the mess like a Mother does her child. Oopsie daisy, he had gotten a bit carried away there leaving a mask of spittle against the lovely brown and white. “Let me just get this then,” is tongue juts out his mouth to the side, as though this takes deep concentration and skill. “Much better, much better,” complimenting his own handy work and shaking the wetness away from his lovely plumes as if it were a sticky booger. Gross.
Kirin does not like to be dirty, at all, but sometimes sacrifices were made- this was one of those times.
He doesn’t expect the laughter, was the paint so pleased at his clean up job? Was it somehow funny? He didn’t see the humor but if it was making so much progress he would endure this odd sense of it. “You..havn’t?” Oh, displeasing but still there is the fact of the matter at hand. The Magic, so surely there was some way he could help regardless if he’d never seen them. Kirin would be happy to point them out. The thistle colored man muses, thinking briefly in the diabolical way he did and of course he collected himself an idea within moments. “You can do what they do, well, that is terribly useful then. You know what, would you like to meet a fairy? I’m sure we could find one, I can point it out to you, would you like that? That would be fun right?”
Kirin’s own eagerness comes to plaster itself on his features, he thought this would be beyond all reason of fun.
“Of course they did hurt me so, and we’re friends right Clark, you and I? I can’t stand when my friends get hurt, can you?” Sow, plant, sow, plant, he had to find some way to get the idea in his goofy head.
Kirin
son of khaos
Idk what they gonna do, but kirin is a mischief making turd :| Clark is kind to put up with him