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[Gullara]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

But Angie's nose is already quite small.

"Wow, you're so good at drawing." Angie traces her finger along the edge of the drawing before looking back up at Emmi with a big grin.

[The Bushranger]

[EE]

This lasts a while, and then Dorota pulls away after kissing Crissy on the mouth gently. How was it? She asks.

Crissy's cheeks are so bright pink they might stick that way.
And the blonde half-elf has a broad, happy, almost silly smile as she giggles softly.
"It was totally incredible...I couldn't have ever imagined how great it would be," she whispers - before leaning in to try and return the favor to the alchemist.

===

Defelent's Home

Assuming that places in Riverside fall here as well, it's quite possible that a tiefling, a half-drowess, and a catgirl walk into a home...

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's Home

The house in which Defelent lives is a large, three-storey townhouse with no garage, front garden or car. It is made of red brick and topped with black slate, and the front door is painted dark blue- Defelent, however, believes it to be black, since his demonic heritage enables him to see further into the red side of the light spectrum than the blue side.

Defelent will lead Tracy and Naethalee to the front door, which he'll unlock with a key seemingly summoned from nowhere- in actuality, it was hidden up his sleeve. Through the front door is a comfortable-looking lounge with an aquarium containing golden apple water snails, zebra shrimp, cherry shrimp, ram's-horn snails and other aquatic invertebrates, no television, a large four-seater sofa and two matching armchairs. The walls are green, and decorated with a red centipede pattern. Four doors lead away- one to the basement, one to the stairs up, one to the kitchen and the last to a dining room. "Tracy, why don't you go upstairs and find something more comfortable to wear?" Tracy nods, and hurriedly leaves the room, heading upstairs. If Naethalee chooses to stop her, however, Tracy will stop.

[Morty]

[EE]

Crissy's cheeks are so bright pink they might stick that way.
And the blonde half-elf has a broad, happy, almost silly smile as she giggles softly.
"It was totally incredible...I couldn't have ever imagined how great it would be," she whispers - before leaning in to try and return the favor to the alchemist.

Dorota's eyes go wide, then close as she nuzzles against Crissy's cheek, muttering somethig softly.

[The Bushranger]

Defelent's Home

Naethalee allows Tracy to go, then turns to Defelent with a bit of a smirk.
"Quite the nice place you have here," she observes, settling her scantily-clad figure onto the comfortable-looking sofa.

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's Home

"Do you like it? It took me a while to collect everything here. Most of it is antique, or imported from off-world. That's harder now that Inside and Riverside have ceased trading; most extraplanar shipments drop off at Inside, but there's ways around it for those that know where to look." Defelent smiles as he says it, keeping his eyes on Naethalee. The sofa is indeed comfortable, very comfortable. It's been enchanted to make it as comfortable as possible, no matter what the preferences of the person using it. Defelent, however, will go over and sit next to her.

Oh, yes, and there's a low coffee table, though it lacks legs and is hovering in middair. Placed atop it is a bowl of chocolate biscuits, and Defelent reaches over to take one.

[OrchestraHc]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

But Angie's nose is already quite small.

"Wow, you're so good at drawing." Angie traces her finger along the edge of the drawing before looking back up at Emmi with a big grin.

"Thank you," Emmi says, "I've always loved doing art stuff. I actually want to be a professional artist." She sort of already is, but doesn't quite consider band posters and grafitti to be "professional."

[Gullara]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

"Really? Like, draw stuff for your job?" Hey, Angie understands what professional means. That's a pretty big word for such a little kid.

[OrchestraHc]

A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac

"Yes! Like drawing comic books or illustrations in books. That'd be the best job ever!" She wants her work to be seen by everyone, which is partly why grafitti is so fun for her.

Sliding the picture of Angie towards the bunnygirl. "You can have this picture, if you like," she offers.

[Gullara]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

"Really? Thanks." Angie slides the picture she drew toward Emmi in turn. "You can have my picture too." She says.

[Viera Champion]

[Feuerstelle Manor]
She swallows.
Um.
Hi... dear. She nearly stumbles over the last word, not used to it at all.
So, um... do you want to, uh, do something?

That depends!
She replies cheerily.
Is there anything you want to do?

[The Bushranger]

Defelent's Home

"Do you like it? It took me a while to collect everything here. Most of it is antique, or imported from off-world. That's harder now that Inside and Riverside have ceased trading; most extraplanar shipments drop off at Inside, but there's ways around it for those that know where to look." Defelent smiles as he says it, keeping his eyes on Naethalee. The sofa is indeed comfortable, very comfortable. It's been enchanted to make it as comfortable as possible, no matter what the preferences of the person using it. Defelent, however, will go over and sit next to her.

Oh, yes, and there's a low coffee table, though it lacks legs and is hovering in middair. Placed atop it is a bowl of chocolate biscuits, and Defelent reaches over to take one.

"It is quite nice, indeed, and I like it. And black market trading? How naughty of you."
Naethalee chuckles, crossing her legs and reaching for one of the biscuits as well.

===

[EE - Dorotha's Room]

Dorota's eyes go wide, then close as she nuzzles against Crissy's cheek, muttering somethig softly.

Crissy's smile grows as she continues softly kissing Dorota's neck, trying to figure out what her friend/companion/girlfriend/lover is saying.

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's House

Defelent will reach out with a hand, and try to rest it upon Naethalee's thigh. "Not all of it, some of it is grey or even white-market. Others were smuggled in as religious supplies, and that table was given to me by a pair of youngsters who wanted to both get rid of it and to know that they weren't going to hell." So it's both a bribe, and stolen.

The biscuits are very nice, and probably rather expensive.

[Morty]

[EE - Dorota's Room]

What she's saying isn't particularily coherent and, more importantly, not very forum-friendly. But she's definetly enjoying it very much.

[The Bushranger]

[EE - Dorota's Room]

Ahh, the Aural Curtain.
Crissy's blush deepens!
...but she certainly doesn't stop. Indeed, continues, for as long as Dorota wants.

===

[Defelent's House]

Naethalee shivers slightly at the hand on her thigh.
Smirks.
Reaches to try and snatch away the chocolately treate Defelent has.
"Naughty boy. No biscuit!" she declares with a grin.

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's House

Defelent is rather surprised as the half-eaten chocolate biscuit is yoinked by Naethalee. "What are mortal laws compared to the teachings of Dalachrech? 'Invertebrates shall inherit the World, and all its goods shall belong to Them, kept in custody by Dalachrech's Loyal Followers'." He's quoting from the Dalachrechian holybook, and also assuming that Naethalee is talking about the illegal means he obtained his furniture.

[Beans]

That depends!
She replies cheerily.
Is there anything you want to do?

[Feuerstelle Manor]
I, um... I don't know.
Nyla looks down awkwardly.

[The Bushranger]

Defelent's House

"Oh, of course, but that still means I get the biscuit - the better to feed you with it," the half-drowess drawls with a wink.

[Morty]

[EE - Dorota's Room]

Ahh, the Aural Curtain.
Crissy's blush deepens!
...but she certainly doesn't stop. Indeed, continues, for as long as Dorota wants.

Eventually, this must end. When that happens, Dorota will be hugging Crissy tight and close. That's definetly something to look forward to after work.

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's House

"And what would happen if I chose not to eat the biscuit?" Defelent smirks.

Meanwhile, Tracy has just re-entered the room. The nineteen-year-old tabby-haired catgirl has changed out of her dress into a midriff-bearing tight t-shirt and a pair of very short shorts. She looks a bit awkward and sits in an armchair opposite Naethalee and Defelent.

[OrchestraHc]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

"Really? Thanks." Angie slides the picture she drew toward Emmi in turn. "You can have my picture too." She says.

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

That is going straight on her wall at home. "Thank you, Angie." she says with delight. "Hey, Angie? Do you think I was a good teacher today?"

[Gullara]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

The little girl nods enthusiastically. "I learned a lot. You're a really good teacher." She couldn't skate at all before today, and she's already not falling over... too much. Most importantly, she had a lot of fun.

[OrchestraHc]

A Pleasant Cul-de-Sac

"You have no idea how good that is to hear. Thank you." She has got to grow a little confidence on this teaching thing. She will be freaking out forever if she doesn't.

[Gullara]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

It's now that the owner of the mysterious male voice enters the kitchen. Emmi guessed correctly that it belonged to Angie's father. "You must be the young woman I've heard so much about. My name is David. I'm Angela's father." He says.

The man in questions is a rabbit person like the rest of his family. His hair is similarly white, though it has a bit of a grey-ish shade to it despite the fact he's only a couple years older than his wife. He's not very tall, barely over five feet, and he looks more suited to office work than any sort of manual labour. He wears black slacks and a white button up shirt. Sitting on his nose are a pair of glasses.

[The Bushranger]

[EE - Dorotha's Room]

Eventually, this must end. When that happens, Dorota will be hugging Crissy tight and close. That's definetly something to look forward to after work.

And Crissy will be hugging Dorota just as tightly, shivering happily and making soft murring sounds of happiness...
"Oh, like, absolutely totally," she agrees.


Defelent's House

"And what would happen if I chose not to eat the biscuit?" Defelent smirks.

Meanwhile, Tracy has just re-entered the room. The nineteen-year-old tabby-haired catgirl has changed out of her dress into a midriff-bearing tight t-shirt and a pair of very short shorts. She looks a bit awkward and sits in an armchair opposite Naethalee and Defelent.

"More for me," the half-drowess drawls, before smiling to Tracy. "You look marvellous, dear...would you like some?"

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's House

"Then I shall definately choose to eat the biscuit." Defelent continues smirking, although his eyes briefly wander over Tracy before returning to Naethalee.

Tracy nods, and will reach over to take a biscuit. She's still very awkward-seeming and uncomfortable, though, and it's likely that Defelent told her what to wear when they arrived home before the date.

[The Bushranger]

[Defelent's House]

Naethalee seems to notice, and gives Tracy a warm smile...as she hands Tracy the biscuit that was once Defelent's.

Before reacing for another one for him, of course.

[Earl of Purple]

Defelent's House

Tracy is surprised at being offered a biscuit; Defelent was very courteous (apart from the feet, anyway) to Naethalee in the restaurant, but he practically ignored Tracy. She takes it, and eats it. She enjoys it, too, judging by her expression.

Defelent is also surprised about the biscuit's ultimate destination, and watches Tracy eat it. Also, when Naethalee is fully stretched to reach the biscuit, he squeezes her thigh. He's hoping to startle her slightly.

[Morty]

[EE - Dorotha's Room]

And Crissy will be hugging Dorota just as tightly, shivering happily and making soft murring sounds of happiness...
"Oh, like, absolutely totally," she agrees.

How about we go out together one of these days? Dorota suggests, brushing Crissy's hair slowly. Somewhere romantic.

[OrchestraHc]

[A Pleasant Cul-De-Sac]

It's now that the owner of the mysterious male voice enters the kitchen. Emmi guessed correctly that it belonged to Angie's father. "You must be the young woman I've heard so much about. My name is David. I'm Angela's father." He says.

The man in questions is a rabbit person like the rest of his family. His hair is similarly white, though it has a bit of a grey-ish shade to it despite the fact he's only a couple years older than his wife. He's not very tall, barely over five feet, and he looks more suited to office work than any sort of manual labour. He wears black slacks and a white button up shirt. Sitting on his nose are a pair of glasses.

"Hello sir, I'm Emmi," Emmi says as she stands up. She offers her hand for a shake. "I hope it's been a good things."