"Let's try to avoid situations where that's necessary, shall we?" Cyril suggested. Slowly, he took his hand back and stepped back a bit, giving Gavin a bit more space. He was trying not to feel too disappointed, he knew there were plenty of good reasons Gavin might not be interested.
"We should probably hunt... I'm sure they'll realize we haven't any meat to speak of."
He was both relieved, and strangely disappointed, when Cyril backed away. Relieved because he'd fucked up enough, when it came to his clan, and he did actually like being able to show his face there without it getting caved in, and disappointed --
Well.
That at least was obvious.
So, instead he just looked sheepish and embarrassed.
"Oh, you can always blame it on me," He said, wryly, half meaning something else. "It's usually my fault. Since I've got to go to the village, anyway."
Cyril shook his head. "We can blame it on the shems," he pointed out. "As it was their fault anyway."
He considered Gavin for a moment. "Or we could make up a story and try to amuse them. My stories tend to be very explicit though, perhaps you ought to think of it?"
That really did make him blush - quite effectively, despite his skin being quite a darker shade than Cyril's. He laughed, to try to cover it up.
"I think the length of time might have a direct effect on the amount of trouble I get into," He teased back, trying to ignore the fact that his face was flaming.
"Though I can think of a few people you'd probably want to meet."
"Now, now, I don't kiss and tell," Gavin said, grinning, before deciding that now was the time to get off of this hill before he made a complete and utter fool of himself.
"Pot, meet kettle," Gavin quipped. Making his way down through the brush
back toward the plains. He was keeping an eye out for something they could
actually bring home, but he was distracted by his own embarrassment.
"I'll have you know I am not a tease. I will always follow up," Cyril said softly but he was getting distracted by looking for his things that they could bring home.
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:57 am (UTC)From:"We should probably hunt... I'm sure they'll realize we haven't any meat to speak of."
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:13 am (UTC)From:Well.
That at least was obvious.
So, instead he just looked sheepish and embarrassed.
"Oh, you can always blame it on me," He said, wryly, half meaning something else. "It's usually my fault. Since I've got to go to the village, anyway."
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:26 am (UTC)From:He considered Gavin for a moment. "Or we could make up a story and try to amuse them. My stories tend to be very explicit though, perhaps you ought to think of it?"
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:29 am (UTC)From:He laughed, looking down at the valley again.
"Why do I think that would get me in even more trouble, somehow...?"
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:32 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-10-02 04:36 am (UTC)From:"I think the length of time might have a direct effect on the amount of trouble I get into," He teased back, trying to ignore the fact that his face was flaming.
"Though I can think of a few people you'd probably want to meet."
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:45 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-10-02 05:02 am (UTC)From:This time, at least, he'd just walk.
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Date: 2015-10-02 09:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-10-06 02:05 pm (UTC)From:"Pot, meet kettle," Gavin quipped. Making his way down through the brush back toward the plains. He was keeping an eye out for something they could actually bring home, but he was distracted by his own embarrassment.
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Date: 2015-10-06 07:02 pm (UTC)From: