31st Realm

[mukuro69]

whyam I an owl/?

[Typing with claws is hard. D:]

Comments

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Ah, what a lovely owl. I wonder if I can play with those cute little wings.

[ooc: Do we assume that their conflict is resolved at this time as that log isn't finished yet?]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

(ooc: From the vague timeline I've sketched out, their conflict occurred sometime in late July, early August. So I guess it should be resolved by now.)

i;ll peck you if yuou do.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

I don't mind the pecking of love, sweetheart.

[ooc: I guess so. If Byakuran later becomes a dragon, it will be dragonxowl... /shot]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

(ooc: That is disturbing. =A=)

[Gives Byakuran an owlish glare from over the laptop screen before typing.]

i'll pekc you to death then.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

(ooc: At least, it's better than having Byakuran with scales...)

If overwhelming love can cause someone death, you can come peck me to death now, sweetheart~

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

(ooc: .................)

are yuo a ,asochist/

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

No, you are.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He flaps over and pecks at Byakuran's head, voice sounding in the other's head.]

If you like pain so much I will give it to you.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He laughs and grabs the owl's beak, pushing the jaw teasingly.]

A naughty little owl. You're really, really brave. But your wings are so small. Let us test who can fly faster?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He latches on to the hand, beak clamping down hard.]

I'm not going to compete with you.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He winces slightly and uses his fingers to keep those beaks together.]

You don't like competition, huh?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Tries to tug his beak away; it doesn't work.]

Should I say yes or no?

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

It's your choice.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[A strangled screech comes from the owl.]

Then no, I don't.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles and lets go of the beaks.]

What a pity. It sounds fun.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Fluffs his feathers imperiously.]

It's obvious who would win.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Oh? Mind telling?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Sulkily:]

Your dragon is bigger and has larger wings.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[He smile and pats the owl gently on its fluffy pineapple head.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[The owl looks disgruntled.]

Stop that, I'm not your pet.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...Do you want me too behave to you like a lover now?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I don't want to imagine you trying to bed me like this.

[He flaps away with a hoot, landing on the bed covers and stalking across them.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You're too small now. I can't. But I can still ruffle those cute feathers.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Literally or figuratively?

[He perches on the headboard, preening himself. His claws dig into the wood, leaving marks.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

How about a little bit of both?

[He smirks as he nears the little owl, reaching out to touch its feathers.]