1. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A laugh. A heel click. And the snap of his own salute. Over delivered and too spine straight. "Aye, aye, Miss Mystery," smiled soft. "Luck to you and the wee grub then," he said warm for all the wist. Turned on his heels, and let fly the basket over his shoulder. Whichever way it went. Walked...
  2. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    The shatter of the porcelain had him bolt straight a beat. Hands tight about the basket handles with his tail on end. A step there after, and he fell out of the freeze, all hot wax. "Well," he said, matter of fact as a shiver worked through him. None the bit bothered, save for the quiver in...
  3. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Tail flick flicked one way then the other. His eyes wide and bright, a sharp tooth poking out over his bottom lip. "Well," he said, sing song. "What are you to me, then, Oh Mystery?" he teased along. Watching as she strut that high backed strut. "If not a Miss, then a mighty fine Hit at the...
  4. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A thump that bent him over. Had his guts twisted right up and his breath good and gone. Still his hand slipped bout that daggered wrist, like one shanty dancer knocked might hold another to keep from falling. Yanked back and two stepped to thump there behind her flat, he wheezed out a laugh...
  5. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    His tail swished. Knife there pressed. A smile across his lips. Wasn't this curious? Nothing to be lost or gained but the tell of a name, and a basket full of loot. He pressed himself more to the point. Felt it dig through against the cloth. What fat about his belly sheathed, dimpled there to...
  6. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Might he could say that same breeze that shook her rich curls had stolen the breath right out of him. He would be lying, of course. And that came easy enough when it need be. It was her doing entire. Did he like mysteries? "Never know where one might lead you," he put forward. Hands slipped...
  7. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Come the yes, and he couldn't help but grin the wider. Tail a whip behind him turned crooked bolt. He pumped a fist, and smiled giddy as she sauntered away. Lost his mooring. Rocked and swayed and ended up swallowed by the gaping luxury of the couch. Upon which he face planted with a thump. Legs...
  8. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Mouth agape, flubbing like a fish, short on breath, so freshly caught from the stream was he. "Hey well," Param said of a sudden. Relieved of some thing whose weight who knew so little of, yet. Rattled after. Found his steps cumbersome. Slow. Dumped the bag with a thump. Seemed to drag him...
  9. Param

    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    There at the door, with babe cradled in hand, stood at attention the pilot. "Done, and done, lady ma'am!" A salute too firm, snapped to his brow, with palm to the ground so that he might spare the woman any mess. Not that she was any stranger to it, he measured. But soon as the salute had welled...
  10. 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...
  11. Param

    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...
  12. Param

    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...
  13. 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...
  14. 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...
  15. 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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