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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 3:47 am
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Mellow had a weird feeling that his chest was wide enough to be comfortable for Torsten to rest on, he frowned quickly and brushed the thought off his mind. Why he never think about it before? Since another boil seemed not bothered by his action, Mellow continued to play with his silky hair while hearing. "So you plan to grow and braid it as well? I hear making frequent contact with water accelerate hair growth." It didn't sound like a bad idea for the dragon to do so, the hand feel of it was lovable.
Talking about hair, his parents both had long hairs. His mother, the Kelpies lady and other females kept their hairs long, the straight and jet-black hair looked like millions of black fine threads. It creeped the young demon out. On the contrary, his father had lovely green hair like his, he used to shove his face within and felt like he was protected by a shrub.
While Torsten thought of his kind and sweet mother, Mellow had a calm enjoyable time from touching the boil's hair, curled up a bit with his finger. The action of the freckle boil paused at the small request, silence was given for a few seconds before he gave out a soft long sigh. "Okay." He seldom made concession but it was Torsten who made the request, so he gave in.
The place the smaller boil rested his head on felt slightly stuffy, he knew he didn't like that, he didn't want to share but he refused to explore further. He couldn't ignore the abrupt change of mood hearing what Torsten asked, as if his territory was offended, he wanted to say no. However, he knew the dragon won't be happy with that, so he gave the opposite answer.
It was difficult to restrain his reaction towards the approaching of the minipet, thanked to his blank face, it simply looked like he was noncommittal.
SwordOfTheDarkOnes Mellow got the ring of Greed unintentionally.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 12:56 am
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Please give him more time to get use to it, Mellow thought while rigidly clawed the silky hair in a gentle way. Torsten was rubbing his head against him to find a comfortable spot. Even though he agreed, when the area sank under the weight of Ragnarok, he became un-noticeably unnerving. The demon oblivious nodded to what the dragon was saying, under the clothes, his hairs perked up slightly for the proximity.
He had accepted Torsten, but it was hard to have him accepting others that easily. It takes time to achieve it. Mellow couldn't describe the moment they touched each other, no matter it was nose-to-chin contact. Something stirred within him but faded too fast to be caught. He frowned, puzzled at the boil's question. He just told him a while ago how the nasty green little thing gave him no sleep, nevertheless, the boil replied calmly. "Not until I took a nap with you. I've enough right now, you wanna talk?"
The lemon eyes of him looked into Torsten, he had achieved the goal of his trip, now it was the dragon's turn.
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