"My father is a hero to me." Titus replies while taking a bite from another piece of chicken. "This is exactly why I joined the military. Above all else, I want to be like him."
He curiously peeks at Teemo's food, interested in what it tastes like. "Can I have a bite?"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 22, 2014 11:54:24 GMT -5
Teemo's ears flick up, a little surprised by the request. He was certain he'd purchased the same meal for the both of them, though he never did check what flavors they were. After a moment of thought, the scout smirks. "Alright. You can have a bite of mine if I can have a bite of yours."
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 23, 2014 11:16:00 GMT -5
Teemo smirks at the other captain's choice of words, barely able to hold back a giggle. He nods and selects a slender piece of meat from the jar, first lifting it to his nose to smell it. Indeed, it didn't smell spoiled, so he nibbles a small piece of the end first to try for taste. His eyes widen a little, surprised at how well the Ionians were able to store their meat, and he quickly scarfs down the rest of the juicy morsel. "Wow, you're right. Those guys down at the market sure know how to preserve their food, huh?"
The scout grins a bit, playfully nudging Titus with his elbow to punctuate his point before taking another helping of noodles from his jar and silently slurping then up.
He scoops up from the jar a dangling pile of noodles high up in the air with the end strings barely touching the top layer. Titus closely examines the gigantic dripping pile he picked up as if they're complicated strands of DNA. He snacks the bottom first in tiny slurps, then sucks the noodles into his mouth, which quickly became one big gulp. That was a lot of noodles swallowed that night. He slowly turns to the scout, giggling in slight embarrassment that he can eat up that much noodles.
"You know... when you feel hungry... sometimes you like to get everything in, right?"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 24, 2014 0:12:33 GMT -5
Teemo slowly slurps up his noodles, though he pauses mid-slurp to stare at the other captain scarfing down far too many noodles at one time. He simply stares, noodles hanging out of his mouth, chopsticks still poised to guide them, faintly disbelieving what he'd seen. After Titus speaks, the scout comes to his senses and bites off the noodles where they are, clearing his throat and wiping his lips with the back of his arm.
"Sure. Just don't eat so fast you get a stomachache, alright? Heh, I don't want to have to sleep next a cranky yordle in pain." With that said, he returns to his noodles, smiling a little while he eats.
In a few minutes, the noodles are mostly finished and the only remaining left in the jar is a bunch of stray noodles and small veggies sticking at the walls. Titus felt that the food, although simple, was good enough for the night. Tomorrow, the two captains will take down the assassin and bring him to justice once and for all. And maybe he'll enjoy what little time they might have in Ionia.
The calm wind gathers its strength and Titus shelters himself under Teemo's large blanket to shield himself. Despite what he said earlier, he might need the blanket after all.
"Let's get our shut eye, Tee. Remember tomorrow, we have a big day ahead of us."
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 24, 2014 17:35:34 GMT -5
Teemo didn't eat quite as fast as Titus, but he also normally doesn't eat as much as the bigger yordle anyway. When finished with his meal, the scout closes up his jar tightly and stores it away in his knapsack, along with his chopsticks. Afterwords he turns back to Titus, noticing the cooling air. "Hmm... sounds like a plan, Ty. Just remember, though, we're sharing the blanket."
He smirks gently, crawling a little closer to the other yordle, quickly lifting a spare portion the blanket around himself. The scout snuggles up pretty close to the other captain, then lays on his side, facing away from the other yordle with his part of the blanket wrapped warmly around him. Some of the other scouts have also started turning in for the night, while others are quietly chatting or finishing their meals.
At this time at night when the wind slowly wanes and the moonlight descends again to the ground, the guard captain recalls his entire mission in Ionia and questions himself whether he was punished or blessed to work with the scout lying beside him. He despises his time here. However, Teemo doesn't make the trip... bad. The small moment the two had when slurping noodles was a good one. But the reason he's here, did dad thought he wasn't good enough?
No, he instinctively replies. No, he repeats while shaking off his own doubts. Titus doesn't want to think about it. He will get this mission over with. Then he can deal with it at home. He'll just sleep... just sleep and create his own good dream... and not worry about anything...
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 25, 2014 9:37:17 GMT -5
It doesn't take Teemo long to drift off into a slumber. Luckily for Titus, he doesn't end up stuck in one of his usual nightmares, but instead finds himself dreaming pleasant fantasies about farmers in Bandle, sea travel, and, though he'd never admit to it, Ziggs. At one point in his dream his body naturally turned over for a more comfortable sleeping position. His hands seem to see the other captain's body as an obstacle, and thus move around him. It's likely that he soon is dreaming about hugs and kisses, for he starts to wrap his arms around Titus just a little tighter, holding him close.
Everything seems blurry here... the colors swirl around in a whimsical delusion. Titus has no clue or thought of where he is, what time is it, or who he is. Reality is a mess and he couldn't comprehend one thought. Then the colors and everything else solidify and the guard captain finds himself lying down on his own bed. The sunlight seems to make the entire bedroom glow, but if it's morning or evening, he doesn't know. Maybe it's one of those everyday mornings where he'll be reporting back to duty at the military. Or maybe he's drunk.
He has to get up for some unknown reason. With the help of his arms, he slowly lifts himself from the bed. The blankets fall down to reveal his bare furry chest. Why is he naked? This is a weird dream, he thought. He readies to jump down on the floor when he saw a feisty girl wearing nothing but her underclothes, climbing on the bed to claim her prize.
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A soft giggle comes out from the mouth, and the still dreaming Titus gently caresses Teemo's arm resting on his chest.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 25, 2014 15:29:06 GMT -5
Teemo's unconscious body shivers a little and he smiles a little. His own dream continuing, he slowly starts to rub the other's chest in a circular motion. After a few minutes his other hand slowly tries to slide around, having become a little uncomfortable, and the scout subconsciously completes the hug. He even ends up pressing his forehead into the back of the other yordle's neck with a content sigh.
Luckily for the both of them, all of the other scouts have fallen asleep at this point.
For Titus, the dream keeps getting better and better and subconsciously he twists his legs with the scout's own. Then the guard captain rubs his legs between Teemo's own, a sign that he loves his dream even more. Titus grabs hold of Teemo's hand and gently rubs his own chest, slowly counterclockwise and then scratches it as he lays flat on the floor. The scout's still hugging the captain.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 25, 2014 16:50:25 GMT -5
Teemo faintly grumbles when his body is shifted, nose twitching a little. Not much later he furrows his brow and opens his eyes a crack. He can't quite make out the figure in front of him, but the feeling is nice so he gently nuzzles the other yordle, holding him close. The scout is still half asleep, so he doesn't realize what exactly he's doing or who he's holding.
Then it hits him.
His fingers tense up and he gasps, eyes springing open with shock. The scout lifts himself up, one hand firmly on Titus' chest with the other on the mat next to him. He exclaims, though not loud enough to wake up any of the other scouts, "H-huh?! T...Titus?!""
"Mmmmphh... yes Ariel?" Titus weakly replies, still under deep slumber. Then suddenly his girl feels furry. It was a good feeling for Titus to hug but as far as he knows, female yordles don't have fur...
Wait a minute... they're blue, not furry!
As if a bomb suddenly went off, the guard captain wakes up with utter shock, his chest rising and falling in panic. He notices a hand and fearfully trails it back towards the scout. Has he been cuddling with the scout? How could he do such a thing!? Confusion and panic overtake him as he couldn't explain what he was doing, or what he was dreaming about. The moment with Ariel vanishes from his mind and the captain is left alone, shell shocked and unable to answer.
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