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Post by Zirin on May 14, 2012 14:49:33 GMT -4
Firogel sighed. Of course he was tense! His muscles were sore. It was why he was here in the first place! She thought herself awfully clever for her deductive skills though, didn’t she? With a roll of his eyes he looked back at her, clearly annoyed.
“If I tell you all about my little quirk will you leave me alone?” He used a sickeningly sweet voice as he spoke. Really.. he was thirteen, not a child. ‘Cooties’ were not something he even thought about anymore. He was simply upset because he wanted to relax in peace and quiet. Was that so hard to understand?
“You sure ask a lot of questions.”
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Post by twitchie on May 14, 2012 15:00:26 GMT -4
Ooma frowned but nodded. "Sure. Whatever makes you happy."
She mimiced his sweet tone.
She then opened her mouth to reply, but shut it. It wouldn't be hard to shut up and listen for once.. she guessed.
Gretchen growled softly but stayed where she was. She had too much warm fur to be in warm water...
"You don't give a lot of answered." Ooma said softly. She continued to.play with a curl.
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Post by Zirin on May 14, 2012 16:37:58 GMT -4
He was actually surprised that she had quieted down at all. Well, that was a pleasant change at least. Maybe she was finally figuring it out for herself! Somehow he doubted it though. He was beginning to think she wasn’t going to leave him alone until he left, but he certainly wasn’t planning to get out of the bath any time soon. Despite the lack of silence, the water was still too comfortable to want to leave.
“If you wanted to make me happy, you would have left me alone long ago woman.” He retorted, annoyed at the way she managed to ignore that part of his answers. “I see no reason to answer you. It’s as simple as that.” He stretched, wincing slightly as his muscles groaned in protest.
“Oh, woman. Since you insist on bothering me, you may as well be put to use. Massage my back.”
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Post by twitchie on May 14, 2012 18:07:47 GMT -4
The water was cloudy with steam and bubbles. Ooma smiled slyly and curtsied.
"As you command, master Firo. "
She teased before slipping behind the boy. It was odd, Ooma being several turns older was hardly taller. Her hands moved easily across Firogel's back, pressing into his tense muscles. She rubbed his neck, then his shoulders, trying to release his tension. Ooma never usually followed commands but she was in a good mood.
Ooma didn't speak, only massaged.
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Post by Zirin on May 14, 2012 18:26:41 GMT -4
Well, to be completely honest that caught him off guard a bit. She had seemed like a stubborn loud mouth, the kind that would get offended and storm off, not agree to it like she had. It was a little unnerving… perhaps she had some trick up her sleeve or something. Well, no matter, he could deal with that if the time came. For now, he twisted to give her better access to his back.
“Master Firo huh. That has a nice ring to it.” He replied lazily, relaxing into the touch somewhat. Well, his muscles relaxed, he was finding it to be a tad strange. To have a woman her age treating him like this was… unnerving. Not unliked, simply weird. “I suppose as a reward, I can answer a question. Just one.”
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Post by twitchie on May 14, 2012 18:48:59 GMT -4
"Hmmm... what should I ask...?"
She said more to herself than anything. Firo relaxed alittle and she spread her fingers to press more deeply. If anyone so happened upon them... it would look quite.. awkward.
"Tell me how you taxed your muscles? I've never seen such tension..."
Ooma smiled to herself. Good. She'd keep him guess. She loved surprising people, frightening them... even. Master Firo... Hays what had she done?
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Post by Zirin on May 14, 2012 20:09:13 GMT -4
He was half tempted to say that was her question, but Firogel was feeling nice so he remained quiet. For the time being he was content to let her work on his muscles. Unlike Ooma, Firogel didn’t see anything awkward about their situation. To him, she was helping his muscles, nothing more, nothing less. Not to mention, she was covered so he doubted it could be misunderstood. Finally, she came up with a question and, much to Firo’s surprise, it was something he didn’t mind answering.
“I worked out this morning and my chores involved heavy lifting.” He replied easily, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He had forgotten how strenuous some of the chores could be and hadn’t bothered to consider the amount of work he’d be doing today. He knew he’d be more sore in the morning, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. “It’s no surprise you haven’t seen it before. You’ve never worked out have you?” She sure didn’t look like she didn’t work out.
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