02-15-2009, 05:38 AM
Abel grinned at Lathrine lightly, glad she enjoyed the aesthetic beauty of the night sky. And here he thought he was the only one. His fox crooned softly, it's bushy tail flicking slightly as it turned to return the rubbing with its nose.
"Forever indeed...it's so nice to live on an island like this. It seems things never end around here," Abel commented. "The sky, the ocean, the friends, the stars...it's quite enchant---aaaahhhh?!?!"
The Crusnik was pathetically thrown off his guard, even with his heightened senses, and yelped as he was pummeled across the head with a soft fluffy pillow that still managed to knock him off his perch and flat on his face in the grass.
He lay there for a moment, then forced himself up, shaking his head.
"Ahh! Allail, what did you do that for?" he whined, his face in an obvious pout. He usually expected a hug from his good friend, but nothing like a pillow to the head.
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