24.Apr.20, 12:11 PM
Oh boy, oh geez, are you okay? the fat little brown told his boy for the fourteenth time. D'io grunted from the ground and started to shove himself forward when a frantic Skirrikath slapped him with a tail as he twisted around to check on his boy. "Shir," he started calmly as his face began to sting and with an effort to calm the brown, "Shirrikath! I'm okay." Since the day Shirrikath had hatched, D'io had been knocked down more often than not. The brown was large, chubby, and bulky but he didn't realize his own size sometimes and during those times, D'io found himself on the ground.
As long as you're okay. I mean that slap looked like it hurt, are you sure you're okay?
D'io rolled his eyes as he shoved himself to his feet. "It's fine," he told the brown as he brushed his ass off. His face did sting and D'io was certain that there would be a bruise there come the morning but it would be just fine. He was more focused on making sure Shirrikath was taken care of and he knew the little brown was itchy. "Come on," he gestured to the brown, "Let's go get oiled." It didn't take long for Shir to get that way, the brown loved a good oil as much as the rest did and he was good enough to stand perfectly still while D'io scrubbed him.
D'io's shoulders started to ache right around the time the golds started screeching loudly. Shirrikath blinked lazily, the brown nearly asleep on his feet from the scrub when they screamed "fuck" repeatedly. They are funny, he told his boy as D'io winced with the volume, But I don't think that word is the best word. D'io laughed when he realized that Shir had snitched that thought right out of his mind. D'io cursed as much as the rest - he didn't but he could if he wanted - but the word "fuck" was weirdly a word he rarely used.
He shook his head as he heard Kor'is ' complain. D'io wasn't a complainer either but he could appreciate Kor'is' words. "Shirrikath is ready for a nap, G'nen," he said in the same theme as the bluerider, "Can I take him back for some sleep?"
As long as you're okay. I mean that slap looked like it hurt, are you sure you're okay?
D'io rolled his eyes as he shoved himself to his feet. "It's fine," he told the brown as he brushed his ass off. His face did sting and D'io was certain that there would be a bruise there come the morning but it would be just fine. He was more focused on making sure Shirrikath was taken care of and he knew the little brown was itchy. "Come on," he gestured to the brown, "Let's go get oiled." It didn't take long for Shir to get that way, the brown loved a good oil as much as the rest did and he was good enough to stand perfectly still while D'io scrubbed him.
D'io's shoulders started to ache right around the time the golds started screeching loudly. Shirrikath blinked lazily, the brown nearly asleep on his feet from the scrub when they screamed "fuck" repeatedly. They are funny, he told his boy as D'io winced with the volume, But I don't think that word is the best word. D'io laughed when he realized that Shir had snitched that thought right out of his mind. D'io cursed as much as the rest - he didn't but he could if he wanted - but the word "fuck" was weirdly a word he rarely used.
He shook his head as he heard Kor'is ' complain. D'io wasn't a complainer either but he could appreciate Kor'is' words. "Shirrikath is ready for a nap, G'nen," he said in the same theme as the bluerider, "Can I take him back for some sleep?"