I sadly have to go to bed, I open at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow. =A=
and will be opening early for the next…three days.
this many. -holds up three fingers-
Bonbon, thank you for playing with me. We can pause if you like.
Good night, God bless, much love. <3
"A valid point. I would've called him the 'love interest', but that simply didn't have the same ring to it." Chuckling as well, the feline lightly shifted at the touches, purring louder despite himself. "We're doing fine. No crises to contend with between us. The most pressing matter at hand is merely the upcoming vacation." With a slight smile, he brushed a cheek against the wizard's side, "On the subject of time, have you made any plans concerning your engagement? If you don't mind my asking?"
“That sounds even worse,” Schmen groaned teasingly, tilting his head back with a laugh. “Now he sounds like a dame from a romance novel. Or a noir, which I’m sure he’d freakin’ love…”
Snickering into silence, Schmen softened and nodded slightly, fingers methodically tracing the same patterns into Fran’s fur, over and over. “Glad to hear it, though, man. Hey, if you need a getaway, I’ve got a few places you could borrow. No sweat.” He sighed and bit his lip once more, faintly furrowing his brow.
“…not…exactly,” he admitted sheepishly. “I don’t mind, no. It’s just—romantic stuff, with Dean…it’s like pullin’ teeth. Slightly painful and if you don’t take it slow, well. Kiss your molars good-bye,” he joked dryly. “Point is…I don’t want him to feel pressured or nothin’. But…” he glanced despondently at Fran.
“Well, how do you deal with stubborn, emotionally-closed off people?” He asked the, you know, sarcastic, mostly-snide, and detached feline.
The feline quirked a brow at the apology, shaking his head with a clipped chuckle. "Your relationship is not nonsense, Schmendrik. It's only natural that you would want to talk about it and moreover-" at this he settled slightly against the professor, pressing a shoulder to his side, "-I would not mind hearing of it. Already you've made the process sound like some sort of epic struggle. Albeit one where the fearsome foe and the maiden fair are one and the same."
Schmen flashed Francis a soft smile as the little cat with the wise mind nudged against his side. The lanky arm of the wizard draped idly in a half-circle around the feline, fingers still gingerly tugging at his fur.
“Yeah, well,” Yentl smirked. “I don’t think Dean’d take too kindly to bein’ called a ‘maiden fair’, my dear Franny. He’s ferocious as they come, even if he is, ah. Pint-sized.” He bit back another hysterical snicker, eyes dancing. “But seriously…enough about me, enough. How’re you n’ Bernie doin’?”
Leaning into the touch, Francis closed his eyes happily, listening to the other's words keenly despite his apparently occupied self. Nodding along with each sentence until Schmen dropped the bomb. Or, would have, were he revealing it to anyone else. Lifting his head smoothly, the feline studied his friend for a moment, before blinking placidly and smiling, very faintly. "That is news, then. Quite the momentous step for you and your spouse to take together. Congratulations."
Relaxing when Francis didn’t make a big deal out of it, Yentl sighed and canted his head back, resting it on the wall behind himself. One hand rose to knead between the tiny shoulderblades of the cat by his side, fingers tugging lightly on the backs of Francis’s ears. His eyes on the ceiling (or maybe even further away), Schmendrik couldn’t fight(and didn’t bother trying) the grin that flew across his face.
“I guess it is. Thanks, buddy. I just…” He shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t…expect it, it just sorta…happened. Well,” he amended sheepishly.
“I made it happen. I think Dean was ready to suckerpunch me, but luckily, it didn’t come to that, and…” Realizing he was rambling, the vampire bit his inner cheek and flashed Francis an apologetic smile. “Listen to me, goin’ on about this nonsense, Fran, I’m sorry…”
wait. W H A T
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