"Pfffft. No one's hasing no stupid babies. Especially nots likes de seahorses, since then I woulds be de one whats gets fat and gross and has to shits out de babies," Skwisgaar said with a snort, naturally assuming he'd have the male's role in their fishy relationship. "No thank yous. Unless we can eats de eggs, mights be good."
Though, little human/mer-creature babies with fu manchu-like catfish whiskers would be pretty cute. Cute enough to eat.
Just like the changed texture of his skin, being touched felt different too. He was more aware of Toki's body heat, even in the tips of his fingers, as Toki petted him. Being touched in his present form was no less pleasurable than it had been as a human, and he soon stretched out his arms in front of him, leaning his head against one, and had an unfocused look as he simply enjoyed the physical contact. Toki's curiosity wasn't the only thing that was growing, judging by what he could feel happening down below. He had the distinct impression of something sliding out of his body from somewhere within the vicinity of where his genitals would be as a human, and the chilly mud he was lying in didn't seem to affect it any. Actually it kind of felt... good, against -- oh. Well. Perhaps that was one mystery solved. He was suddenly glad that he was lying on his stomach.
He wasn't paying much mind to anything going on around him, and as a result got smacked by one of the Shoggies' flying fish before he could even react. The nictitating membranes that had been covering his eyes and dimming their luminescence retracted when he blinked, and he was able to easily catch the next Accio'd fish that flew his way, then ate it in a few bites, bones and all. "Ja, theys pretty smarts littles goofballs," he agreed with Toki, just as Pickles was sent sprawling and landed in his arms. There was a definite urge to bite the rather delectable looking fleshy parts of the drummer's face, but Pickles luckily moved before he could contemplate that line of thought further. Being handed a kebab was also a good distraction.
Skwisgaar involuntarily shuddered when he pulled himself closer to the fire, as the mud offered a strangely pleasant mixture of friction and suction against his... underside. He gave Toki a curious look but said nothing as he held his kebab above the fire. Raw fish still sounded better to him, but he didn't want to be left out. "Maybe Níðhöggr would goes into de castle and starts eating everyone likes sardines ins de cans," he said with interest. "Dats would be really funny. I tells it to hims later. He does eats dead peoples too, and de worlds tree, downs in de roots."
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Date: 2010-04-12 01:54 am (UTC)Though, little human/mer-creature babies with fu manchu-like catfish whiskers would be pretty cute. Cute enough to eat.
Just like the changed texture of his skin, being touched felt different too. He was more aware of Toki's body heat, even in the tips of his fingers, as Toki petted him. Being touched in his present form was no less pleasurable than it had been as a human, and he soon stretched out his arms in front of him, leaning his head against one, and had an unfocused look as he simply enjoyed the physical contact. Toki's curiosity wasn't the only thing that was growing, judging by what he could feel happening down below. He had the distinct impression of something sliding out of his body from somewhere within the vicinity of where his genitals would be as a human, and the chilly mud he was lying in didn't seem to affect it any. Actually it kind of felt... good, against -- oh. Well. Perhaps that was one mystery solved. He was suddenly glad that he was lying on his stomach.
He wasn't paying much mind to anything going on around him, and as a result got smacked by one of the Shoggies' flying fish before he could even react. The nictitating membranes that had been covering his eyes and dimming their luminescence retracted when he blinked, and he was able to easily catch the next Accio'd fish that flew his way, then ate it in a few bites, bones and all. "Ja, theys pretty smarts littles goofballs," he agreed with Toki, just as Pickles was sent sprawling and landed in his arms. There was a definite urge to bite the rather delectable looking fleshy parts of the drummer's face, but Pickles luckily moved before he could contemplate that line of thought further. Being handed a kebab was also a good distraction.
Skwisgaar involuntarily shuddered when he pulled himself closer to the fire, as the mud offered a strangely pleasant mixture of friction and suction against his... underside. He gave Toki a curious look but said nothing as he held his kebab above the fire. Raw fish still sounded better to him, but he didn't want to be left out. "Maybe Níðhöggr would goes into de castle and starts eating everyone likes sardines ins de cans," he said with interest. "Dats would be really funny. I tells it to hims later. He does eats dead peoples too, and de worlds tree, downs in de roots."