Disciple pays a completely innocent visit to Lysunder.

[feralfanatic]

Who: Disciple and Summoner
When: Current
Where: Deep in the forest up on the Island.
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: Closed, Message us if you want in.

[A certain oliveblood can be seen toting a picnic basket through the forest. Her path takes her off the normal trails, and into the very heart of the forest, where she arrives at a small glade. Disciple makes a show of setting down the basket and pulls a blanket out from inside it. She carefully spreads it on the forest floor, and takes out the other contents of the wicker container: A box of slightly green-looking chocolate cupcakes. Setting them down, she sits on the blanket and speaks out loud to herself, easily loud enough for the local animals to hear her.]

Oh my. Here I am with these delicious cupcakes, and I seem to have packed too many for just me. I certainly hope I can find someone to share these with.

[Subtle, Disciple. Subtle.]

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[rebull]

[There's laughing after a bit of leaf rustling and soon there's a familiar bull horned troll strolling out of the brush with a very familiar squirrel on his head and a very familiar- now half eaten- cupcake in his hand. He sighs as the sugary goodness penetrates his taste bids, already feeling a kind of numbing in his mouth.]

Don't worry, I managed to talk him out of it. Don't think talking me out of it will do any good though. [Eats the rest.] I'm too far gone. [Said with his mouth full.]

[feralfanatic]

[A small look of relief as her intended companion finally arrives. It had been a little while since she had seen him, and he was a sight for sore eyes.]

Well now, I suppose I can make an exception for one little rascal eating up my baked goods. It is more fun to share, anyways.

[As if it had not been her plan to share the whole time. She joins him in grabbing a cupcake, she did not want to get outpaced, after all.]

[rebull]

[He fiddles with the wrapper for a little bit, turning it in his hands as he steps closer. Some green tinted crumbs on his chin on facial hair here and there before he rubs it away with the back of a hand. Still a sight for sore eyes? Messy and old and battle ridden. You could fill rivers in those crows feet.]

Little rascal? You sure? [Looks around him and opens his arms wiiiiide.]

Not sure if you noticed but I got these things comin' outta my head and back? Not so little. [Snickers, moving to sit down with her, crossing his legs under him and setting a hand on his knee. The squirrel on him curls up on top of his head.]

[feralfanatic]

[Her cupcake is consumed with gusto, finishing with a tiny dab of the frosting left on on the tip of one of her claws. She finishes the small morsel with a smile, she had really nailed the rich chocolate flavor, it really helped mask the 'unique' taste of the sopor.]

Oh yes, quite sure. It might be true, you might be a little larger because of your majestic horns and wings, but only a little rascal as would sneak around setting up the oliveblood with the seadweller.

[She tuts a couple times, but it becomes a mischievous smile that spreads across her face. The kismesissitude had worked out in the end, after all. She she could not stop from poking fun at him.]

[rebull]

[Chocolate.]

[Nothing more really needs to be said for Summoner's opinion. If anything, him taking a seat and immediately grabbing for another should properly show his stance.]

[He snorts, food in his mouth and his eyes glance up to her, a smirk seen even through all his chewing. He swallows, grin wide now, leaning back on his other hand as his wings adjust over the ground behind him.]

Hey, I saw something working- and I was right? So you can't fault me, hey? [Shrugs, hand going up, palm the the sky.]

I'm good like that, really.

[feralfanatic]

Oh no, no faulting. It has certainly been... an experience. I had not been even sure I could feel black feelings like that, and now I have something that I think might even be classified as a relatively healthy kismesissitude. Maybe.

[Cupcake number two for the Disciple, as she consumes it as earnestly as the first.]

But that does not mean you are off the hook, either. Someday, somehow, you will be repaid in full. I promise you this.

[rebull]

Healthy? With Dualscar? Damn, good to know I passed something worth while up. [A smirk, laughing to himself a little. But then again, he passed that up when he was younger, right? And trying to fly away from commitments as fast as he could.]

Repaid? Oh I like the sounds of that. [Grins now, licking frosting off his thumb before leaning forward a little and half lidding his eyes.]

Something fun?

[feralfanatic]

Healthy so far, at least. I will not deny it still feels a little strange at times, but I will chalk that up to my own inexperience with the quadrant, but the feelings have at least started to feel a bit more natural.[She had even began to enjoy her time with him in a fashion, even if he was usually just chasing tail. The tail chasing had become a bit more mutual as time passed.]

You might not like it. It might be something nice, or maybe I will decide to play matchmaker for you. You do seem to be doing a rather good job of filling them yourself, though.[She pouts and has just the slightest slur to her voice indicated the sopor had started to hit its mark. She reaches for a third cupcake but does not immediately dig into it.]

[rebull]

[As much as you can with a kismesis anyway.]

Match maker- tch. [A kind of sigh, tired seeming. His brows furrow as he goes silent. Yeah, good job. If you can call it that. It's all a lot of trouble in the end, especially with Mindfang around these days. He just doesn't know where his head is-

well that might just be the cupcakes right now. Let him just take a third, he's starting to feel the lag to his senses now and it's great.]

Might wanna go for somethin' else, Swipe.

[feralfanatic]

We will see. We will s-see.

[She tucks into her third cupcake. She had just started to notice the slight 'swimming' sensation herself. Still, four was the sweet spot and she had two to go to get there.]

You sure do seem to find yourself in a lot of complicated s-situations, mister.

[rebull]

Mm, remember I will see, eh? [Gives a wide smile.]

Got eyes everywhere. Mm- [Sighs, his expression being replaced by a more contemplative one.] yeah I uh- guess it just happens... heh I think it might be in my blood. [A slight smile, furrowing his brows.]

Shame I passed it to the kid too.

[feralfanatic]

You and your animal... vision. Why is that such a bad thing? It s-seems like such a helpful boon.

[Bite, bite, chew, chew.]

Why is it a such sshame that he got it?

[rebull]

It is, saying it makes it hard to get me back.

Ah- [Plays with the cupcake paper.] Problems follow him, seems like.

[feralfanatic]

OH! Oh...

[Seems the cupcakes had already started to hit her harder then she expected. Just in time to finish her third one. Whoa, wavy.]

But he iss a good young troll. Damn cute matesprit he hass too. I am quite sure he appre-ciatess your gift to him.

[rebull]

[Yes wavy, and nice. Summoner closes his eyes, still sitting with crossed legs, hands in his lap, fingers playing with that paper.]

Real cute, but of course she is, lookit where she got it from. Ah ha, my gift, hm?

[feralfanatic]

You flatterrer.

[She giggles slightly and she makes a grab for her fourth of the little cakes. Were these stronger then the last batch? Maybe. Or maybe it is because she has not had the chance to indulge in awhile.]

Yess. Gift. Speaking with the beassts is quite a gift, I would ssay. All I gave Nepeta was a penchant for pouncebeastss.

[She laughs, she knows there is much more that she gave her descendant, but olivebloods were low on the awesome powers list.]

[rebull]

[Maybe it's just been a while, yeah. But Summoner's already kind of a light weight. He hasn't even realized how long he's been staring at his own hands now.]

Oh yeah, quite the gift, happy I gave 'im that one too though, it's such a neat thing to be able to do, talk like that, to lusii and all that, heh. [Shakes his head, finally peeling his eyes from his hands.]

Gave her more than that, I think. There's something to be said about nice trolls.

[feralfanatic]

[Hey hands are interesting, okay?]

They get ground flat under the tireless bootss of highblood oppression? Oh, also, they get to find cute matesprrittss. [She giggles and takes a bite of her fourth. Questionable decision, but hers to make.]