1. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Knots. He knew knots. Diaper cloth cinched tight enough to hold back the deluge sure to be there. Stinking and hot. Shook his head. Laughed as he grabbed the little one by the ankles like some prized catch. Other hand about the soft melon that was its head. "Alright now, you little bottle...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Well, that was a fun bit of play, wasn't it? Welcome so warm he almost lost track of the mummer's game they partook in. Were it not for the Grub's fresh made stank. Nor the knife's sharp glint. "Only the best," he echoed with a laugh and a nod. Hop stepped after and in as he gathered up the...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "Wha, what?" he asked, the grubby little hands slap slapped about wrist. About plane of knuckles, and finger bones. "Try?" his eyes fell from the fiddler, to the child. The little grub. Mouth wide as a bass. Skin the color of a sea turtle. Slow as the gears turned behind his horns. Tail...
  4. Param

    Private Sailors and Sailcloth

    "Like tying yourself to only one dock, I suppose?" A smirk cut at the corner of his lips as they went on striding. Eyes flit to her to catch the little wriggle of her nose. The pout of her lips. "Or..." My, they did make such pretty shapes, didn't they? "Mistaking the first stitch for the...
  5. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    If the slobber bothered him any, it didn't show none. Smile wider for the pop of tiny fist free from gummy mouth. Faded, and faltered, just a tad at the first sight of rain clouds. But it wasn't his first storm. Stayed the course, he did. Eased more into it. A mother's coos, sweet music in...
  6. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Param's eyes seemed to widen double over as she moved on over, all shimmy and shake. Eyes flitting between her hips, and the jostle of her curls, to the little Grub. Wide eyed and almost seeming to dare him. A determination settled in his chest. Head bobbed into a slow nod as he listened to...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Eyes across the plane of her shoulder, struck by the low burn of sunset goal, and spying the play of pursed lips, pushed together with something like judgement. A measuring. An answer being built, to the sounds of leaf rattle and Grub gurgles. Yes. We... Moonbright eyes glowed the brighter...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "Brave, some, aye," he nod in the space that fell between her words. Tail a swish. "Not half as brave as a fiddler, true, nary a pence as brave as one toting a Grub, no less," he kept his eyes big on her. "A tour?" he smiled a bit wider. He nod. "She is!" all excitement at the thought. "Sturdy...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "Forevermore," he found his breath repeating. Took a sip. Like a dream, it was. One he would hold on to, long as he could. All green leaves, and bright sun. Orange scent strong in the air, with fancy cups, full of fancy tea. But all of it just, made the company glow all the more beautiful in...
  10. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A laugh rippled out of Param, upon seeing the babe make it's tide wash face. Waves of it all, in flux in that little moment the Grub tried to put something there to it all. "Legs kicking, hands grasping, like you got places to be, and things to see, little Grub," he went on, speaking easy to...
  11. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A sound, air sucked through teeth, come the pull of her voice across his strings. Eyes lilt to find her, chin raised just so from behind curtain of curling steam. that opposites would attract... Come snatch his orange right off his head. He raised up, all hip to the motion. "I was savin...
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    Private Sailors and Sailcloth

    Lips spread the wider to hear her speak on it. Stride sure as the ship they sailed on. If a little smoother for his nimbleness. I believe it best not to quarrel with things, I don't yet understand... "Find it best not to, aye," he said all easy as they moved. laughed some in the pause of it...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "My," he found himself thinkin aloud. "You do have a way with words, don't you," let out a softer breath. Wiped out the little bits of sea spray clung to his eyes with a chuff. "Right bouys the heart it does," Bump of the hip to seal it. Had him laugh like one more lap of wave come against the...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Agreement. Was it more affirmation? Support? All breeze across feathers. That's what it felt like. Even touched wings with him. Cut the drag off him. His head keelin toward her with little smile. Thanks, as much as it was just the want for what it was there they stood by each other. A home...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    She had the showman's presence, she did. Voice all lilt and raise, just to sing low a note after. He rather liked that. "Fame and fortune," he said with some song to how it whispered, awe-filled, no hint of hiding how much he admired the daring, nod there to show what he had not said. Down...
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