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Kiss and Hug...
Life is not a roleplay game.......
It may have felt like one, in this moment, for Kimba. Something purely out of some person's wild imagination, flung down on a page. Or tick-tacked out on a computer keyboard. Method didn't matter. Kimba presently lived with the results of what Real Life threw at him, all within the last twenty-four hours. Less than that, in fact. Unlike a roleplay, Life came with consequences. No walking away from the written word and the decisions made.
His life. His choices.
Not only him affected, but her. Future offspring. Others they and their offspring would affect just by living. "No man is an island." True, even though he wasn't a "man". Just another living, sentient being living his life as all living things did. He could trip over a turtle and bite his tongue off just by stepping out the door today. In a way, he felt like he already had. Or should have.
Him and her, still in that awkwar*.......
Kimba had watched Avira gather up the pictures, sort them, put some in her bag. His ears kept going back and forth, tail's tip a-twitch as he rubbed her "kiss"... a tingle sparked on his nose's end. A towel of his own, to replace the one he'd given to her. Watched her dry as he, himself, did so. Though he started with his tail, which helped the twitch, and worked his way up to his mane, only a slight hesitation as he dried his crotch. With her around, he had to be careful...
... "Yes, we will..."
... and then all caution got thrown to the winds. And Kimba found he did fit. Quite well, in fact. Yes, Avira's hug took the wind out of his lungs. Blew away his doubts as her kiss hadn't quite done. Stirred his hormones into a swirl, again.
He melted into her embrace. Buried his own face into her shoulder, so he could breathe in her scent...
... and hum his own delight.
Life is not a roleplay game.......
It may have felt like one, in this moment, for Kimba. Something purely out of some person's wild imagination, flung down on a page. Or tick-tacked out on a computer keyboard. Method didn't matter. Kimba presently lived with the results of what Real Life threw at him, all within the last twenty-four hours. Less than that, in fact. Unlike a roleplay, Life came with consequences. No walking away from the written word and the decisions made.
His life. His choices.
Not only him affected, but her. Future offspring. Others they and their offspring would affect just by living. "No man is an island." True, even though he wasn't a "man". Just another living, sentient being living his life as all living things did. He could trip over a turtle and bite his tongue off just by stepping out the door today. In a way, he felt like he already had. Or should have.
Him and her, still in that awkwar*.......
Kimba had watched Avira gather up the pictures, sort them, put some in her bag. His ears kept going back and forth, tail's tip a-twitch as he rubbed her "kiss"... a tingle sparked on his nose's end. A towel of his own, to replace the one he'd given to her. Watched her dry as he, himself, did so. Though he started with his tail, which helped the twitch, and worked his way up to his mane, only a slight hesitation as he dried his crotch. With her around, he had to be careful...
... "Yes, we will..."
... and then all caution got thrown to the winds. And Kimba found he did fit. Quite well, in fact. Yes, Avira's hug took the wind out of his lungs. Blew away his doubts as her kiss hadn't quite done. Stirred his hormones into a swirl, again.
He melted into her embrace. Buried his own face into her shoulder, so he could breathe in her scent...
... and hum his own delight.