Posted December 3, 2006
Tarquin: Hey, bud, you must've had a helluva night -- I saw your pants hangin' off the gazebo this morning *heh*.
Tarquin: Uh- HUH...
Tarquin: What's to figure? Sounds like a good deal to me.
Fabien: Hey little golden lover-boy, how we doing this morning -- did you bring in reinforcements here?
Tarquin: O-kayyyy... !
Fabien: Aw, poor sweet baby. It's *just* a little feather -- coochie-coo!
Tarquin: And a cute feather it is, too –
Fabien: And who might you be, big boy? **caresses face with feathers**
Tarquin: Why, I'm the man of your dreams -- you DO dream, doncha, sweetheart?
Fabien: No time for dreams, big boy -- I prefer making things REAL.
Tarquin: And I'M the real deal, you won't be disappointed *smile*.
Tarquin: Let's go someplace more comfortable -- to start with --
Fabien: Lead the way, scoutmaster --
Tarquin: You DO stand out in a crowd, sweetheart... funny, though, you remind me of someone...
Fabien: Could be, could be...
Fabien: **chuckling to self** Oh, it'll dawn on you... by and by...
And how did Tarquin do?