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Tastes Like Chicken...
Chatter did indeed fill the air again. Out of his eye-corner, Kimba caught flashes from his brother's camera, first here, then there as he worked the crowd. He tried hard to ignore these bursts of light... not too difficult, given how well his mouth watered at the scents coming from Deen's grill. And yes, it seemed Avira liked watching his backside, until she made her own move forwards, in an attempt to stay by his side. Difficult. Even more difficult on fours, when she moved with plate on head, loaded up, then moved off...
... yes, she'd been behind, but still somehow managed to get her food first.
Because... well, Kimba hadn't seen Avannzi in years. Yes, the elder female who had given Blessing. So he'd been delayed, nodding his "hello", her giving same in return, still graceful for all her years. The years he himself had missed, kind.
However!
Unlike Avira, Kimba walked on twos, loaded plate in hands. Yes, her eyes connected with his... and his fur again ruffled, shroudruff opening in reflex. He'd seen what her eyes "spoke". And it sent a tingle down his spine. Yes again, hard to think it had been such a short time ago, he'd been ignorant of her existence. Now?
Yes, they'd come very far...
... "Nice choice..."
He settled beside her, on haunches, back against the tree as he sighed his pleasure and took in the flowers, the blossoming tree... the lights, how they lit the spot in twilight. Lit her. Not sitting on what could be called ceremony, Kimba dug in to his.......
....... It tasted like chicken. Probably because it was chicken. Barbecued chicken slathered in "Dinosaur Bar-B-Que Sensuous Slathering Sauce". Heh... he'd seen the label on the bottle. He could also smell the garlic and black pepper corn-on-the-cob under the tinfoil.
Chatter did indeed fill the air again. Out of his eye-corner, Kimba caught flashes from his brother's camera, first here, then there as he worked the crowd. He tried hard to ignore these bursts of light... not too difficult, given how well his mouth watered at the scents coming from Deen's grill. And yes, it seemed Avira liked watching his backside, until she made her own move forwards, in an attempt to stay by his side. Difficult. Even more difficult on fours, when she moved with plate on head, loaded up, then moved off...
... yes, she'd been behind, but still somehow managed to get her food first.
Because... well, Kimba hadn't seen Avannzi in years. Yes, the elder female who had given Blessing. So he'd been delayed, nodding his "hello", her giving same in return, still graceful for all her years. The years he himself had missed, kind.
However!
Unlike Avira, Kimba walked on twos, loaded plate in hands. Yes, her eyes connected with his... and his fur again ruffled, shroudruff opening in reflex. He'd seen what her eyes "spoke". And it sent a tingle down his spine. Yes again, hard to think it had been such a short time ago, he'd been ignorant of her existence. Now?
Yes, they'd come very far...
... "Nice choice..."
He settled beside her, on haunches, back against the tree as he sighed his pleasure and took in the flowers, the blossoming tree... the lights, how they lit the spot in twilight. Lit her. Not sitting on what could be called ceremony, Kimba dug in to his.......
....... It tasted like chicken. Probably because it was chicken. Barbecued chicken slathered in "Dinosaur Bar-B-Que Sensuous Slathering Sauce". Heh... he'd seen the label on the bottle. He could also smell the garlic and black pepper corn-on-the-cob under the tinfoil.