*he clears his throat, eyes trying to be frantic, but after a moment or two of being caught by hers, it stops* -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: *he clears his throat, eyes trying to be frantic, but after a moment or two of being caught by hers, it stops*

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Ocean Depths

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Date Posted: 17:01:53 11/05/02 Tue
In reply to: Carinosa 's message, "The firey chestnut lifts her head, snorting impatiently." on 15:26:19 10/29/02 Tue

*staring into her gaze, his jaw just barely drops at how soft her look was and the effect it had on him. caught in the moment, he is completely lost within it and almost mumbles, though with growing strength as he speaks with eyes still locked* ...I love you.

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Carinosa
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Date Posted: 17:46:42 11/05/02 Tue

The feeling, that unfamiliar one, runs down her spine for the second time in her life - what was it? She stares at him for a moment, a blank look coming over her face as her thought hop, skip, and jump around madly. Should she run? Should she smack him? No, that wouldn't work this time - no hands - and why would she want to, anyway? He'd done nothing wrong. She gulps. That odd feeling she'd known but once pulls at her heart; one that was long forgotten. Then it strikes her. Quickly, very quickly, she sticks out her muzzle and kisses him. Grinning, she tilts her head to the left, feeling positively crazy, but liking the feeling. She edges a little closer, the silly grin still on her face.