"Yeah, they'll be happy to get their delivery. And I can get a new axe once I toss this one out." he patted it with a grin, looking over at Felih and stretches as well.
"You're contagious with your mannerisms," he snorted.
Felih raises an eyebrow at him curiously. "I'm contagious? And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?" he asks, an amused smirk fighting to make its way across his face, although he's trying hard not to let it show. His tail wiggles behind him- he's in a playful mood again, as ever.
Felih just grins at him then, before bumping his shoulder against Koo'ri's side. "Oh, is that so? Well, we oughtta wake you up. I'll race you back to Quarrymill," he challenges, the lithe healer speedy and light-footed as always, already excited for another chance to just run for the hell of it. "What do you say?"
As if they haven't exerted themselves enough today, already!
Felih grins, and darts along as well, using his agile build to try and keep up, if not hopefully surpass his tank. He's determined, after all, trying to defend his pride. Hopefully he doesn't trip very ungracefully over something.
He laughs, "C'mon, you're gonna have to do better than that to beat me there!"
Felih is grinning, speeding up and pulling the same kind of stunts, leaping over rocks and logs, scrambling over hills and barriers as he tries to outrun his partner.
"Yeah, I don't doubt it- but maybe you shouldn't race while you're weighed down with all that armor, yeah?" Felih laughs loud, exhilarated, as he rushes along, zooming- his light armor and mage robes made it so much easier to zoom across the terrain.
Felih is laughing and continuing to zoom along, gaining more and more momentum as they get closer to the town.
(How Felih intends to stop? Er. Well, he'll figure it out when he gets there.)
"Dancing in battle's all short bursts! This is endurance, my friend- and I bet I can outlast you," he grins, ears wiggling as he takes a running leap over a creek and continues sprinting along- although now he can see Quarrymill's walls up ahead. Soon...!
And suddenly, Felih finds himself wrapped and suspended in tight chains, and he yowls in shock before he realizes what's going on. He watches Koo'ri take advantage of this to run past him, and then hisses and yowls.
"Hey! Hey! Koo'ri! That's cheating, you jerk!" he fusses, squirming in the chains- and very glad that they were friendly ones, because he remembers how excruciatingly painful enemy chains could be. "I was winning!" he protests, huffing and affronted! Betrayed, by his own tank! What a cruel world!
"That's it, I'm not making that dish you wanted for the meeting on Firesday!" he yowls as punishment, pouting. Felih Tia, grandmaster mage, one of the masters of arcanima--- pouting like a kitten.
He's still so young, in the grand scheme of things.
Felih was trapped until Koo'ri was out of range enough for the chains to come undone around him, and he yowls and shouts from across the field, "Cheater!" He continues to bolt, and though he knows he's lost because Koo'ri has arrived into the town square already, Felih still launches himself at the Au Ra and tackles him, a blur of fur just nyooming over to claim his revenge.
You know that scene in Calvin and Hobbes when the pair goes tumbling through the door when a tiger tackles a boy? Yeah that. The pair went rolling around Quarrymill in a ball of semi-furious fur and scales.
Felih eventually, somehow, manages to roll and tumble with his Auri friend until Koo'ri is finally pinned on the ground under him, the petite Miqo'te purring and huffing victoriously as his tail wiggles.
"You cheater," he says, as if to reaffirm his righteous vengeance, pouty even as he purrs from his successful pounce. "I would've won," he declares, trying to soothe his wounded pride from being wrapped up in his own tank's chains. Of course, Felih being as small as he was, Koo'ri would probably have no trouble getting him off.
Felih's tail is still lashing grumpily behind him as he pouts down at his tank, refusing to get off.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because of something called my trust in your," he whines. "Which, by the way, has now been mortally wounded, it may never recover." He pouts, and he's being melodramatic, but hey, it's fun to mess around with his friends.
Felih just huffs. "If you dare, then you'll be working without a healer. If I die, I'm coming back to haunt you. Just you specifically. And you will never sleep again," he whines and threatens, his thick tail thumping fussily against Koo'ri's legs in his protest.
Felih snorts, finally dropping the pout. "You and I both know that's a lie," he says. his tail finally starting to sway more playfully instead of thumping irritably over Koori's legs.
After a moment, though, his ears droop and pin backwards slightly.
Felih can't help but laugh. This dork... He relaxes considerably and leans down to playfully and affectionately bunt his forehead to Koo'ri's, although he does have to be mindful of the other's horns to make sure he doesn't accidentally scratch himself on their tips.
"...yeah," he says, before pulling back and finally getting off his friend, offering him his hands. "Let's get back to the inn and clean up. It's been a long day."
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"You're contagious with your mannerisms," he snorted.
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As if they haven't exerted themselves enough today, already!
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He grinned before saying, "C'mon, let's get going! One, two... three!"
And he burst off into a charge as he started running towards the buildings in the distance.
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Hopefully he doesn't trip very ungracefully over something.He laughs, "C'mon, you're gonna have to do better than that to beat me there!"
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I only just now realized this is Corey from the funny raid videos lmfao IM... OBSERVANT...
"Yeah, I don't doubt it- but maybe you shouldn't race while you're weighed down with all that armor, yeah?" Felih laughs loud, exhilarated, as he rushes along, zooming- his light armor and mage robes made it so much easier to zoom across the terrain.
in all but "name" lol
"You've got a head start though!"
i love those videos tho they're all so fUN
(How Felih intends to stop? Er. Well, he'll figure it out when he gets there.)
"Dancing in battle's all short bursts! This is endurance, my friend- and I bet I can outlast you," he grins, ears wiggling as he takes a running leap over a creek and continues sprinting along- although now he can see Quarrymill's walls up ahead. Soon...!
they inspire me
"HOLMGANG!" Exclaimed Koo'ri, trying to lock Felih into place. "Hah, gotcha!"
tate recently brought me immense amounts of joy with his ESPN commentator voice
"Hey! Hey! Koo'ri! That's cheating, you jerk!" he fusses, squirming in the chains- and very glad that they were friendly ones, because he remembers how excruciatingly painful enemy chains could be. "I was winning!" he protests, huffing and affronted! Betrayed, by his own tank! What a cruel world!
"That's it, I'm not making that dish you wanted for the meeting on Firesday!" he yowls as punishment, pouting. Felih Tia, grandmaster mage, one of the masters of arcanima--- pouting like a kitten.
He's still so young, in the grand scheme of things.tate is a precious being XD
the loss of the roast dodo dinner was a small price to pay for the look on Felih's face.
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IUHDFIUASHFAS IS THAT A POTATO I NEED CONTEXT
"You cheater," he says, as if to reaffirm his righteous vengeance, pouty even as he purrs from his successful pounce. "I would've won," he declares, trying to soothe his wounded pride from being wrapped up in his own tank's chains. Of course, Felih being as small as he was, Koo'ri would probably have no trouble getting him off.
look up nidhogg potato mode
"Seriously how did you not see that coming?"
THIS VIDEO IS A GIFT
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because of something called my trust in your," he whines. "Which, by the way, has now been mortally wounded, it may never recover." He pouts, and he's being melodramatic, but hey, it's fun to mess around with his friends.
yes it is!
"Then you'll just be cursing my name as the boss chases you. Like the world's most deadly conga line."
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After a moment, though, his ears droop and pin backwards slightly.
"...hey... Don't chain me again, please."
He averts his gaze, his voice soft.
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"...yeah," he says, before pulling back and finally getting off his friend, offering him his hands. "Let's get back to the inn and clean up. It's been a long day."
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"Getting kinda hungry for the old steppe food."
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