I WANT YOUR LOVE;

[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Tarrik's shoes beat a lazy tune on the concrete sidewalk as he made his way toward one of the more overgrown parts of the city, a sprawling library that had been slowly reclaimed by the bordering forest and parks. Roots now wove through the tomes like greedy fingers, though there was still hundreds in fair condition. Tarrik often wasted his afternoons and free time there, reading or just enjoying being away from the cramped halls of the main tower. This afternoon he had a date there, so to speak. Dalton and Charm had caught onto his love of the building and often joined him there, as they would today. He beat his friends there, having been helping with food prep for a better part of the day, and found himself unable to sit. Instead he poked through the titles of a collection of books held firmly in a maple's grasp, pouting when his interest was struck. Before long a double set of footsteps caught Tarrik's ear and he turned to face the door, a broad, welcoming grin at ease on his features. "Charm! Dally!" he chirped, then crossed the room in a jog to crush the both of them in a hug. "I've been here hours, you slowpokes! How were the shifts? I'm going to smell like woodsmoke forever at this rate, three days in a row." ----- invites; Grace & Rumor ooc; quickthread with quickposts, don't mind the short, ya'll 83

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=575757][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] The break was a welcome one; he often found himself run down and tired these days, as much from lack of sleep as from dealing with the patrols and prisoners alike. Now was his chance to recuperate, to spend a few hours with his friends before going back to work and writing report after report until his hand cramped or the ink of his pen ran out. Although he didn’t frequent the library as much as he probably should have, it filled him with a sense of great joy knowing how much Tarrik liked the place, and today he’d come there especially for him, with Charm at his side. Upon strolling through the double doors, Dalton was quick to return the grin that was offered by his friend before curling his arms around him a tight embrace, breathing a sigh of something that was close to relief. Regardless of the fact that he saw him almost every day, he still enjoyed each moment that they were together as though it could be their last. Better to make the most of things, right? Wrinkling his nose in mock distaste, he playfully replied, “Well if you stopped landing yourself as cook for the day…In any case, it makes for interesting cologne?” Snorting, the man rolled his eyes and glanced behind him briefly before refocusing his attention. “Oh, just fantastic. You know, I got saddled with another rookie today. Can’t they drop in some people with more experience, if they‘re going to at all?” he whined. “Or at least pick ones that don’t look like they’ll break if the wind blows the wrong way.” There was a pause before he was moving around him, shoulder brushing his lightly. “Find anything good in here?” ooc; 83

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,true] Charm returned her friend’s hug with a grin, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Hours? Why, you lazy bastard,” she teased. “Lazing while Dal and I do all the work.” When the other subject of her statement brought up his complaints, she snorted. “At least you’ve got people, eh? If I get told to sit in a tree by myself all day and kill whatever moves, one more time, I’m gonna shoot somebody.” Her skill at archery meant she was posted as a lookout, either for trespassers or game. So far, no one seemed to be concerned what endless hours of silent solitude would do to her sanity. She trailed after Dalton, following him deeper into the library. “Should see if we can find a book on plants,” she mused, running fingers over a dusty line of titles. She was familiar with most, but some odd ones had been cropping up lately. As of yet, there was no telling if they were something she’d never seen, or yet another creation from the Keepers’ labs. Preferably, it would turn out to be the former. Things always got complicated when the Keepers got involved, Selecting a book from a stack on a table, she thumbed through it idly, skimming the faded pages. ooc; Rumor has no idea where this is going >.>

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[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] "Not everyone has my way with a can opener, don't be jealous!" Tarrik protested, sticking his tongue out in jest. The Keepers had decided it would be hilarious to drop a shipment of Spam, yes, Spam, in the mall. His time had been spent turning foot-pedals to control a rotisserie, while his hands were kept busy with opening the freaking spam so Jeremy could, with some apprehension, fry them. "Awww Coyote, you of all people should know you need to feed the pups!" he jeered, recalling Dalton's rather toothpick-like physique when they'd first met. Nowadays the man sported trim muscle that fit him much better. "Well if you'd rather join me in the kitchen, Charm, I'm sure you can convince them you've got the credentials. You'd look so cute in an apron, pink and frilly... You could make sandwiches!" he grinned as he trailed behind her to the table, peering curiously over her shoulder at a dusty book before turning his nose up at it. Botany was so not his genre. "Yeah man, there was a couple old ones with a sword embossed on the spine, but they're stuck." It figured that a book on plants would be spared by the trees. Idly he wandered over to Dalton, pale eyes scanning the shelves. "Oooh," he mused aloud, eyes fixing on a book above Dalton's head. "Wild Potatoes; A Spiritual Journey. Sounds riveting, eh?" He stood on tiptoe and leaned against Dalton's back, reaching over his shoulder to try and gently pry the gaudy pink book loose with his fingertips. After a moment it came loose, along with about fifty other books as the ancient shelf collapsed down around their legs with a fluttering roar. "....Oops. Dalton, I thought the Irish were supposed to be lucky," he whined, dropping his chin sulkily on his shoulder and poking at his cheekbone with the book. ----- ooc; x'D

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=575757][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] A burst of laughter escaped his lips at the mention of feeding those beneath him, his head shaking quickly in disagreement. His friend had one thing right, at least; complaints of hunger were not an uncommon thing to be heard amongst his patrols after a rigorous workout or training session, and it always made him feel a bit impatient with the lot of them. “I think you’re mistaking me for a wet nurse, dear Ari,” he droned in a theatrically grave manner, although his eyes were bright with good humor. “Charm, however…” The lead scout flashed her a wicked, toothy grin. “Well, I’d be inclined to agree with my man, here,” he said, propping his elbow briefly on Tarrik’s shoulder. “I bet you could make some delicious sandwiches. My scouts would never leave you alone if you did that! Would be their new favorite, you would.” Dalton declined to follow after her as Tarrik did, however, his own curiosity in what she was looking for immediately satisfied by her words. “Hmm,” he mused, fingers brushing lightly across the spines of a few interesting looking titles, his attention peaked when he found one involving superstitions and legends. It’d always been a subject that had interested him, even if he didn’t wholly believe in many of them. The coyote shifter had just begun to thumb through it when he found Tarrik suddenly behind him, and hid a grin, which grew at the mention of the book title Ari was after. “Maybe if you were aspiring to be a farmer. Going to join Ira anytime soon?” he quipped with a laugh. His eyes widened in surprise as the books fell and tumbled around their feet, then narrowed again as he gave Tarrik a sidelong glance. “You should know me well enough by now to know that I defy that belief,” he snorted before giving him a shifty look and then leaning over quickly to lick his cheek with a cackle. Dal allowed for a pause before saying, loud enough for Charm to hear his words, “Nice hickey there, Tarrik.” ooc; 83

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,true] She looked up from the book to raise her eyebrows at the pair of them. “And here I thought Dal was the sandwich-maker. He could pull off the frilly pink apron far better than me,” she continued with a completely straight face. “And then once you fed the scouts, they’d do whatever you say and be less likely to break in a stiff breeze!” With that cheerful conclusion, she dropped the book she held back on the table, and turned to search for a new one. She had only sifted through a few when a muffled roar sounded behind her. Charm whirled around, expecting some sort of commotion, only to see her friends standing surrounded in a sea of books. She blinked, then rolled her eyes. “You two are the epitome of bulls in a china shop.” Crossing over to them, she knelt and began gathering books, stacking them into neat piles. They were completely out of order, but she doubted anyone would care, let alone spend the time to fix it. She paused at Dal’s remark and sat back on her heels to look up at Tarrik. “Oh? Who’s this one from?” Her tone was amicable enough, but pure mischief glinted in her eyes. ooc; -collapses-

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[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Knowing his luck, Tarrik was going to be assigned to work in Ira's garden before the week was out; Adam was being truly obnoxious about assigning him 'close to home' jobs. Charm wasn't the only one going stir-crazy this week. "Like hell you don't, you superstit-OI!" He gave Dalton a dirty look and dropped the book among the stacks Charm was building, collapsing one, then scrubbed at his cheek with the back of his hand. "If I wanted your cooties I'd darn well... hickey? What hickey? You.. you jerk!" Tarrik's eyes narrowed accusingly at the man before flicking down to Charm, cheeks flushing. "..I don't kiss and tell," he supplied lamely, prying himself off Dalton to crouch down next to her. He put on a stubborn face and gathered the books into a haphazard pile that was very possibly worse than what he'd started with, but gave him an excuse not to meet the positively evil look in her eyes. "Oh look, a dictionary. Could be useful, we should find the rest, see? It's numbered." Distraction was clearly not his forte' at the moment, no matter how busily he shuffled around the books. How many times had he told people not to act like prey unless they wanted to become it? Ah. Oops. Perhaps if he made a running break for it, they wouldn't react until he was gone. More likely, Charm would tackle him before he made it two feet. Clever girl. "Ooh Charm, this one has a picture of a dinosaur on it! You wanna see? If not I'll keep it, I mean they're the next best thing to dragons, and my others all got burnt...." ----- ooc; /facepalm/

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=575757][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] The man rolled his eyes, a playful grin tugging at his mouth as he remarked, “Oh, please. As if you didn’t already have my ‘cooties‘, you childish git.” The last word was said with an air of fondness rather than cruelty, and his smile only grew as Dalton watched his friend struggle to come up with an explanation for the mark upon his neck. At his short, non-explanatory explanation, the scout laughed and strode a few steps forwards before patting his cheek lightly, amused at the flush of color toning the other‘s skin. “Of course you don’t,” He said with a wink before kneeling down on the floor to help Charm pile up the rest of the wayward books. Allowing Tarrik to try and defend himself some more against Charm in whichever way he wanted, Dalton turned to poke through the books’ titles some more in interest; the works themselves varied considerably in size and subject, and when he picked up one that was about different breeds of dogs, he practically cackled. The man quickly scanned the index at the back before flipping to the page that provided information on great danes. “Hey Tarrik, would you listen to this,” he muttered with a fierce grin, and draped an arm over his shoulders before beginning to read aloud from the book. “Great Danes: Positive traits for this breed include but are not limited to: friendly and well-disposed, loyal, affectionate and loving…handsome…” He cast the other man a sidelong grin and wiggled his eyebrows before snapping the book shut and tossing it back on a pile. “They got those right, at least.“ He left his arm where it was and focused his attention on Charm again, brows drawn up thoughtfully. “Find anything on those plants, yet?” ooc; 83

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,true] When Dalton pointed out that Tarrik no doubt already had his cooties, Charm nodded sagely. “Indeed, I was there to witness the first exchange.” Then she tactfully and abruptly changed the subject, before they could remember that particular incident too clearly, eyeing Tarrik as he crouched beside her. “This is the reason you’re not a librarian.” She finished re-stacking the pile he’d knocked over, then reached over to steady and align the books he was heaping together. A dictionary suddenly became a great point of interest. Charm quirked an eyebrow at him. “When have I ever needed a dictionary?” She knew more words than was humanly reasonable, in several different languages. Instead of an answer, he exclaimed over the dinosaur book he’d found. “You keep it,” she assured, expression deceptively bland. “That way you can show it to your la- Well. I guess it isn’t necessarily a ‘lady’ friend. So, whoever it was that was chomping on your neck.” She smiled winningly at him. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me who.... I have other sources.” The smile turned a shade wicked, then she looked up as Dalton turned back to them. She grinned as he read aloud. “I’m not sure about ‘well-disposed,’ but the others are spot on!” Snickering, she turned her attention back to the pile of books, straightening the last stack before rising to her feet, shaking her head in answer to the question posed. “No, this one’s been distracting me.” She jerked her thumb at Tarrik. Hunting through the titles, she found another botany book, and boosted herself up onto a table. She tucked one foot up under her leg, spine of the book resting on her knee as she flipped through it. “I bet I’m not going to find anything,” she commented without look up. “Those plants just looked sorta wrong.” After skimming through the pages she gave up and tossed it aside, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her legs with a shrug. As long as no idiot tried to eat the strange plants, they shouldn’t be an issue. ooc; POSTIE POSTIE POST

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[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] A delighted grin curled his lips as Dal read off the traits, leaning into the coyote-shifter's side. Charm deftly ruined the moment, however, and he shot her a heartbroken look. "I have a perfectly good disposition, you cruel woman." he complained halfheartedly, catching the man in a dramatic hug around the ribs. "See that? She even likes the weird plants more than me now. How will I go ON?" A mock sob rattled in his throat and he clung tighter to Dalton, sticking his tongue out at Charm. "And for your information, they were sucking at the side of my neck, not chewing. What do I look like to you, a steak?" He paused, eyeing her warily. "....don't answer that." The two of them always brought out the ridiculous in him, a thing he was not even slightly ashamed of. But as he eyed the book Charm was thumbing through his expression became more thoughtful, his death-grip on Dalton relaxing into a loose embrace. She tossed the book away in impatience, and his eyes followed it's flight. "We could pick it and bring it to Ira? If not him someone's bound to know something about it, right? ...while they're at it, why not just uproot the wild stuff and bring it back here? Imagine how much less work it would be if it was just in that creepy garden of his... not to mention the wild animals would get less of it." he mused aloud, letting go of Dalton entirely to sit on the floor. "Ugh. Not that we'd see much of it... being a tenderfoot sucks at dinner. He shot Dal a teasing look and pinched the muscle above his hip. "Particularly sitting next to you, bossman." He often liked to tease Dalton about his greater rations and the positive effect they had on his 'figure', as he insisted upon calling it. ----- ooc; aka, "FFF, DAT ASS."

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=575757][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Dalton smirked playfully as his friend mentioned having ways of finding certain things out, and he lifted his eyebrows before asking casually, “A little bird, perhaps, to follow us and tell you things?” It was all in good jest, though, and he blew her a quick kiss before laughing and folding his legs under himself more comfortably. The coyote shifter barely managed to suppress a squeak of surprise as he was captured in another tight embrace, but his arms were soon encircling the other man once again, resting against him briefly as he fixed his gaze back on Charm and offered her a winning smile. “There, there, Tarrik. I’ll hold you if she doesn‘t want to.” he said in an exaggeratedly soothing tone. Once he was let go of, he began to dig through a few more books on the floor, seeking out potential ones that would prove useful to them all in terms of plant-life. At one point he thought he found one that looked promising, only to be thoroughly disappointed when it turned out to be a book on pollen instead. Who would devote their life to writing books about that?! Blech. He scrunched up his nose in annoyance before shoving it amongst a nearby stack with a sigh. “That’s true, we could,” he muttered, flipping through another novel-sized book half-heartedly. “But think of the poor ickle animals, Ari. Think of them!” he added in a heartbroken voice, then shook his head. “Not. I think we need a lure, or something. Bring them into the city so it’s less work for us.“ A laugh soon followed and was quickly replaced by a sharp yelp. He shot Tarrik a glare. “Pft, I’ll share mine? I’m not thaaattt cruel, guys. I don’t mind being a bit on the thinner side.” The scout stretched his arms above his head with a small, pleased sound before letting them fall back around Ari’s shoulders again and scooting closer. He dropped his chin on his shoulder, lips brushing teasingly along his neck in a light kiss as he bore a thoughtful expression. Another, quicker peck followed before he lifted his head and proclaimed, “We should just trap a Keeper, and force them to eat the plants so we‘ll now. Or a Carna. Or something.” ooc; 83

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[Charm]

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,true] She had opened her mouth to give a cheeky retort, then snapped her jaw shut with a faint click, grinning at the man who had predicted her response. When her other friend spoke up, she turned the grin on him. “You could say that,” she consented mysteriously, unable to help the amusement tugging at her expression, laughing as he blew her a kiss. Charm found another book to browse through, this one on medieval medicine, and was only half listening as Tarrik considered Ira’s farm. “I’ll ask him,” she agreed absently. “And I wouldn’t want to try uprooting all of it. The stuff’s cropping up everywhere.” She only looked up when Tarrik moved to the floor, ribbing Dalton as he did so. She shook her head in amusement at their antics, content to listen to their banter as she turned the fragile pages of the book. When she next glanced up, the amusement grew, mingling with a great deal of fondness as she watched the pair and their easy affection. At Dalton’s announcement, she snorted with friendly skepticism. “With our luck, we’d capture a Carna, give them these weird plants, and they’d develop superpowers. Then we’d have a super-human prisoner to deal with.” Her nose wrinkled at the thought. ooc; shortpost is short u.u

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[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] A reprimanding growl rolled in his throat when Dalton mentioned sharing his food, and it was only the awkwardness of the angle that kept Tarrik from giving him and sharp bite to punctuate it. They'd just got weight on Dalton, like hell was he going to be allowed to revert back to being a lanky thing. If he had to pin Dalton down while Charm force fed him, so be it. Besides, he was cute when he whined, particularly in his fluffier, albeit mouthier, form. Before he could make vocal his threats he was placated by the soft touch of his mouth on the side of his neck, well enough away from his throat to keep his instinct from yowling. Not that Charm hadn't seen the two of them rolling around at each others throats after a mocking game often enough, it just had a tendency to derail everyone's trains of thought. And as far as thoughts went he thought Dalton's was just brilliant, his wide, feline grin advertizing his opinion, though it was somewhat distorted when he all but choked on a snort at Charm's words. "They've already got superpowers, though!" He complained, then cocked his head thoughtfully. "But then, so do we. Between the two of you, s'a wonder my hair ever lays flat." "Bet Petite would let us try it out on Carna prisoners, though, I mean it's not like we can just feed it to the Whelps and hope they don't die. ....well. Except maybe Yurell. He pisses me off, ya'know?" How one teenage boy could be so snide and obnoxious all the time, he could not fathom. Being more than a little irritating himself on occasion, he considered his judgement to be something of an authority on the matter. Tarrik huffed loudly to himself and turned, feeling momentarily combative, and placed a firm, bossy kiss in the hollow of Dalton's throat. He may or may not have followed it with a nip (or two), but would most certainly deny any such thing should an answer be demanded of him. ----- ooc; A month late, I nearly choked. D8 LEARN TO BEAT ME WHEN I'M BEING LAZY OR TIRED, gawddd. I will behave from now on u.u;

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=000101][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Dal peered at Charm with wide hazel eyes before promptly bursting into laughter, rocking backwards and nearly falling unceremoniously on his ass. He managed to right himself, however, and nodded in agreement at Tarrik’s words. “You have to wonder what sort of superpowers they’d develop, though, guys. Precognition? Flight? Tentacles?” The man grinned broadly, shooting Charm a devious look before reaching over to tickle under Ari’s arms, drawling, “Tentacle loveeeee!” He stopped after a moment and rested his hands back in his lap, shaking his head. “Really, though, cephalopods. The most disgusting beings of the natural world. Ugh.” A pause, and then he glanced back over at Tarrik, eyeing his hair in good humor. “Flat? But that’s so boring! Here,” And he raised his hand, mussing the other man’s hair until it was in a great deal more disarray than before. “Much better. And see? No zappage this time.” The scout leaned forwards again to poke at another book, wiping a smear of dust off the cover in the process, then closed it again in a hurry with a dull ‘wump’ when he realized it was about pole dancing routines. Definitely didn’t have any desire to learn about that. The Keepers had an odd sense of humor. He snorted at what Tarrik said next, lifting an eyebrow and muttering, “’Course. There’s a reason he’s still a Whelp. Even gave me cheek, the other day,“ A hidden grin grew on his face again, as he added, “I may or may not have bitten him for it.“ Dalton lifted his head, eyes flicking back to Charm. “What do these plants look like, anyways? Are they like, giant Venus flytraps or something, or are they… cute and harmless looking like…sorry, hang on a minute…” A growl, low and subtle had grown in his throat when Tarrik had kissed and nipped at him there, and he found it to be not only thoroughly distracting, but also something his canine instincts were completely against. “You. Are badly behaved,” he grumbled, dark eyes locked on his friend’s eerily light ones. That was all the warning he gave before he tackled him, sending them both tumbling across the floor and knocking a few books over by accident. They rolled a couple times, nipping and growling as each of them tried to gain the upper hand, but Dal managed to come out top just as they landed sprawled across Charm’s lap. He bared his teeth in a triumphant grin, face inches from his. “Checkmate.” And then he lowered his head until his lips touched Tarrik’s before pressing him into a heated, saucy, lengthy kiss, hands pinning Ari‘s arms above his head. ooc;; /UNASHAMED ...and so is he u.u

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She stared at Dalton. “I...I cannot believe you just said that. Tentacle love. Tentacle love.” The last was said in a choke of laughter as she dissolved into helpless giggles. When she could breathe again, they were discussing Yurell. The lingering grin on her face abruptly vanished into a scowl. “I came this close to breaking one of his fingers yesterday. Or maybe his whole crowbegotten hand. Or perhaps his thick head. This close.” Charm held up her thumb and index finger for emphasis. She brooded over that for a moment, considering methods of possible revenge, then glanced up at Dalton’s question.

“Hmm? Oh, they grow in clumps of stalks, and each stalk has three leaves about this big....” She demonstrated with her hands, then faded into silence as her friends proceeded to wrestle on the floor, growling at each other. She watched their antics with great amusement and no little enjoyment, until they ended up sprawled across her lap - she quickly lifted the book out of the way, so Tarrik didn’t bash his head on it. Leaning back on her hands, she slowly raised an eyebrow as they began to make out in a rather sinful manner. After a few moments, a grin tugging at her lips, she flicked Tarrik on the ear.

“I don’t care how cute a couple you are,” she announced airily, “if you’re not going to share, you’re not allowed to do that on my lap.”

ooc; finally up. x.x

[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Tarrik wasn't entirely sure why he was letting someone who not a minute ago was talking about tentacle love, of all the deranged things on earth, have their way with him like a schoolyard girl, but the coyoteboy was just to darn enthusiastic for him to slap down. Tentacles or otherwise. Though for an instance taken by surprise, he'd tilted his head and pressed up against Dalton with a sound somewhere between a purr and a snarl. Not that he could be blamed, the scoutmaster was rather more.... orally talented than Tarrik recalled, something they would definitely be discussing more. In depth. Presently, however, there was the minor issue that Dalton had him pinned down in an embarrassingly submissive position, on Charm's lap no less. Though it probably had finally hit home with her; their subtlety could only last so long after all, given their personalities. Didn't mean they had to suddenly behave, or anything. Her flick earned Dalton a playfully aggressive bite on the lip, followed up a surge of motion as he bucked hard against him, having lost the leverage of his arms and thus the more polite means of telling the man he needed to freaking breathe. Panting, he glared over at Charm. "C...cute?!" His voice was low, quivering with whatever menace he could summon. Which wasn't much in his current position, but he was fairly sure the glare was decent. "We are not cute," he rumbled, wrinkling his nose, "and why don't you look surprised?" ----- ooc; YO DAWG MY POST SO SHORT YOU CAN POST WHILE YOU POST

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=000101][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] To be perfectly honest, Dalton hadn’t entirely expected Tarrik to respond to the kiss; it’d been a decision that he had been made in the breadth of a moment, completely unplanned. Thus, when he found the other man pressing up eagerly into his mouth, not to mention seeming to actually enjoy it, he made a tiny noise of surprise in his throat before deepening the kiss with a wicked, hidden grin. It was only when he was forced to let go by a not so subtle shove of Tarrik’s hips that he too was able to breathe properly, eyes wide and staring at him. They’d had plenty of kisses, but that one in particular had been unusually longer and much more delicious, and some small part of him wondered if there was a chance that they could do it again. It’d been a while since he’d received any positive attention from a man. Of course, it was not meant to be, and his gaze fixated on Charm as well at the mention of them being ’cute’. He let his jaw drop open in a comical display of mock disbelief, wagging his finger at her in reprimand, sniffing in offense. “No, no, dear Antoni. You‘re mistaken, for we‘re anything but. We‘re a manly couple, is what we are. Though Tarrik‘s right. How come you aren’t acting more surprised, and why do you figure us as a couple? I didn‘t think it was that obvious.” He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully up at her. “You could always join us, you know,” the man offered with a sly smirk. “Don’t have to sit on the sidelines and pout, no matter how cute it makes you look.” He teased, before pushing himself off Tarrik to sprawl comfortably beside him on his back, one arm draped over his chest lazily. ooc;; Fff xD

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She arched an eyebrow at Tarrik, ignoring the glare he was attempting to give her. “How could I possibly be surprised? You two have all the subtly of a drunk rhinoceros trying to learn ballet.” She glanced up in time to see Dalton’s expression of insulted disbelief, and hid a smile, nodding seriously.

“Of course, very manly! But also squishy and adorable.” Now she did grin, and leaned over Tarrik to press a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek to emphasize her point. Pulling back to her former, upright position, Charm shrugged a shoulder. “As for how I knew, I just did. Something seemed different.” She gave them each a searching look, trying to place the sense. “Excited, happier. Closer. I don’t know.” Another grin tugged at her mouth. “Honestly, I just wanted to see how long it would take you to stop playing coy about it and tell me, but I suppose making out on my lap is about a clear a statement as I could expect.”

In response to Dalton’s offer, she teased him by copying his finger wag. “Now, now, Williams. Don’t go making offers when you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Besides, I don’t need to pout to look cute,” she added in mock affront. “And,” she continued, adopting a concerned, worried air, “between the two of us, we’d probably break poor Tarrik.”

ooc; shortpost is mostly dialogue. o3o

[Tarrik Rosdahl]

[bg=040402][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] A strangled noise stuck in his throat as Dalton cheerfully invited Charm to join them, and he could only watch in acute horror as she leaned over... and kissed him on the cheek. He shut his fool mouth and pretended to ignore the heat burning in his face, though he knew better than to bother arguing the 'squishy and adorable' comment by now. The two of them would be the death of him, he was sure. Tarrik was quite unable, however, to keep a catlike smirk from his face as Charm went on about his and Dalton's new-found relationship. His pale eyes slid over to the Scout's hazel, narrowing in distinctly wicked pleasure. His thoughts entertained him enough that he even let Charm's comment on breaking him slide, tempted though he was to yowl protest. He was adamant in the fact that he was not, as she so indelicately put it, breakable. "Hear that Coyote?" he purred, ribbing the man with his elbow. "Suspected for a while, she has." His teeth were now bared in a wolfish gin, hands tucked behind his neck, still nestled comfortably in the warmth of Charm's lap. A fleeting thought warned him that perhaps it wasn't the wisest place to stay, but he delightedly told himself that he liked to live dangerously. "Cause we got another thing to tell ya', Charm," he drawled, mischief rampant in his eyes. He'd decided to leave the actual telling to Dalton as punishment for frenching without asking, though he had half a mind to reenact it later should anyone start making eyes at the man. Not in front of Charm though, she was far, far too entertained. As a precaution in case that mood changed, however, he changed; paws in the air as he remained on his back. "Don't we, loverboy?" ----- ooc; u_______u

[Dalton Williams]

[bg=000101][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] A bubble of laughter threatened to surface from Dalton’s throat, and he stuffed his fist against his mouth for a few seconds until it quieted, though he couldn’t keep the grin of amusement off of his face at Tarrik’s apparent discomfort. He was all but blazing red, and while he had to admit the color suited him, it also made it look like he’d ate one too many tomatoes. Carrots could turn people orange, so why not tomatoes for crimson? The grin grew at that thought. His gaze met his friend’s with a similar amount of glee when Charm pointed out all of the things that made her suspect that they were a couple, and then he shook his head, as if this was all too much for him. As if he were getting emotional at the very thought of their new-found union. Or perhaps it wasn’t so new - they were married, after all. The border patrol leader poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, calmly tracing a finger down Ari’s arm, only to shoot him a sharp look when he brought up the next thing. He rolled his eyes theatrically, reaching out absently to give him a belly rub when he shifted. Of course they did. “Indeedddd we do. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Charm, but this was all just for show. Theatrics. We aren’t really dating,” A chortle broke from his mouth, and then turned into full-fledged laughter at the very thought of him going out with Tarrik. “I-it was just a joke! Can’t believe you fell for it!” The laughter changed to something more akin to a howl, and he fell back to the ground, sprawling dramatically, chest heaving for breath or at the very least a reprieve from the laughter. He wasn’t quite sure how severe her reprimanding of them would be, but goddamn, they knew how to be convincing when they wanted to be. ooc;; /FLEES SO HARD

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