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Whose bed have your boots been under?



Maverick


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03-11-2013, 05:10 PM
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His mind wandered to his siblings. Valkis would no doubt be trying to steal away Epiphron from him if he were here, and Kamala.. Kamala would be hanging from a tree somewhere, trying to catch a bird or something else. He was the troublemaker, but quite often she was equally as adventurous. Though he loved them dearly - particularly sweet Kamala - he was glad that they were not here. He'd spent all of his life with them already, it was time to make his own way, to carve his own path, and to see where it might lead him. Right now in this very moment, he only hoped it would lead him closer to her. Smitten was the word, and Maverick Tahir-Mathias was the definition. "One of four, eh? I come from a threesome." The innuendo was very much intended, as the boy took a slight step toward her, wanting so bad to brush against her. A smirk played on his lips, wondering if she'd catch his little quip. His uncle Gideon had done a good job of rubbing off on him so far. His father would be so displeased. "Are there three more at home just like you, doll? Surely not, I'd be willing to bet you're the best looking of the four." Tail twisted out behind him, flicking to the right in hopes of intertwining with hers for a split second, just enough to make her aware of what had happened, but not long enough to bring about an awkward silence.

However, his tail only waved idly, missing hers completely. Bad timing, Mav. Sympathy stained her face, paining him somewhere in his gut. He hadn't told that story to make her feel sorry for him. However, she soon relaxed and even flirted a bit. A sly grin skirted across his lips as he chuckled. "That would be a shame, wouldn't it?" She set off down the ravine and he grinned, hesitating to watch her walk away for a moment, catching a rather nice view of her backside. Clicking his jaws back together (as they had fallen ever so slightly agape) Maverick hastened to her side, adding on another little comment. "Not as much of a shame as your face getting messed up would be." Taking care to mind his steps, the boy shifted his weight slightly to the right, hoping to bump shoulders with her. Of course he would attempt to play it off as an innocent misstep, but a smart girl like her - he figured she'd catch on. He wasn't sure how far this ravine meandered, or how deep of water they might get into, but he figured as long as he was with her, he honestly didn't care.

Maverick found himself running out of things to say. His side had nearly dried, which meant they had been talking for quite some time. Just how long would a gorgeous girl like this stick around? How long could she possibly tolerate the cocky, arrogant, and altogether charming almost-Heir? More importantly, would he ever see her again when they finally did part? That, more than anything else, worried the lad. Maverick was enjoying her company far more than anyone else he had spent time with, and certainly didn't want it to end with no hope for a future. And so, the two strolled on their merry way.



"Speech,"