[To hear Viren acknowledge they'll be spending the evening together ties a knot of pleasant anticipation in Myr's stomach. Three days suddenly seems far too long a wait--
But, well. Fauns. Good luck being Bonded to the pair of them, Viren.
(Though there's no telling that they'd even end their evening with a tumble into bed, given every other way they've taken time and caution in building their friend. The idea of stretching things out further still has its own appeal...)
Seeming of its own accord, his tail wags with utter contentment.]
When you're already giving me the best gift I could ask of you? [Yes, you, yourself, Viren. Scratch what anyone said about this not being a romance, does Myr operate in anything other than that mode.] I'd not be near so bold to ask for more than that--though the gifts are a tradition I'd as soon maintain.
[ myr's a very warm person; he recognizes this, has often been on the receiving end of such warmth. yet hearing that spoken so openly reverberates to his core, has his eyes widening and heat pleasantly blossoming within his chest. how different circumstances are, here, when miserably contrasted with his bitter, broken relationships of home. ]
[ he doesn't think of that comparison. nor does he have some snappy response, beyond a contemplative and smoky exhale. his tail twitches, also - not quite a wag, but still a little quiver of gladness. ]
Tradition also demands you dress your best. [ from what he's seen through multiple bonds by this point. he's sure myr knows of this already. he turns away just slightly, looking to occupy himself again with some task. ] Three days time. We will meet each other then.
[The more Myr has gotten to know of Viren, the more it's become a particular joy to offer that warmth. Even (especially) if the responses to it aren't always what he'd expect, he likes offering that to someone who didn't himself have reason to expect kindness from most people.]
I'll be there with bells on. [Literally, given his penchant for jingling antler ornaments.
He's finished with the saucers. Time to match his sudden surge of energy against--cleaning the whole back room, or replacing all the flower arrangements a day early. Something to eat up the time--] In three days.
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But, well. Fauns. Good luck being Bonded to the pair of them, Viren.
(Though there's no telling that they'd even end their evening with a tumble into bed, given every other way they've taken time and caution in building their friend. The idea of stretching things out further still has its own appeal...)
Seeming of its own accord, his tail wags with utter contentment.]
When you're already giving me the best gift I could ask of you? [Yes, you, yourself, Viren.
Scratch what anyone said about this not being a romance, does Myr operate in anything other than that mode.] I'd not be near so bold to ask for more than that--though the gifts are a tradition I'd as soon maintain.So--yes, let's.
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[ myr's a very warm person; he recognizes this, has often been on the receiving end of such warmth. yet hearing that spoken so openly reverberates to his core, has his eyes widening and heat pleasantly blossoming within his chest. how different circumstances are, here, when miserably contrasted with his bitter, broken relationships of home. ]
[ he doesn't think of that comparison. nor does he have some snappy response, beyond a contemplative and smoky exhale. his tail twitches, also - not quite a wag, but still a little quiver of gladness. ]
Tradition also demands you dress your best. [ from what he's seen through multiple bonds by this point. he's sure myr knows of this already. he turns away just slightly, looking to occupy himself again with some task. ] Three days time. We will meet each other then.
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I'll be there with bells on. [Literally, given his penchant for jingling antler ornaments.
He's finished with the saucers. Time to match his sudden surge of energy against--cleaning the whole back room, or replacing all the flower arrangements a day early. Something to eat up the time--] In three days.