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Nov 17, 2013 06:47PM

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One of the men leaned slothlike against a tree in the park, smiling as the boy with the bow walked away. "He has a nice butt...he needs tighter jeans in my preference," He started to slink after the boy with a glint in his eye.



Henry raised a finger, "Oi, smart lass," he tapped her forehead lightly. "Smart but naut too clean, aye?" He glanced at the boy as he began to change sluggishly. "B'y," he pointed at the shelf binging with games and movies, "When yee are dun, one de second shelve fourth to de 'ight is aye Disne' movie. Grab it and put it in de VCR," he smirked at Treasure, "Yea, Ie 'ave ay VCR, don't judge meh,"



Henry gave a slight lopsided smile, "Dirty Treasure..." He flopped his head sideways as she played with his wavy/curly hair. "Aye, Ie'm always classy...but Ie'm very displeased at losing me scarf," Henry frowned, lacing his hands in his hair.
The tall boy stepped to the point of the arrow, purposely pressing himself into the sharp point. "I want you." He trailed his forefinger along the wooden shaft of the arrow, finger nail digging into the material. The sharpness dug into this skin that showed above his vest. "You shouldn't concern yourself with names...but I should concern myself with that damn fine accent of yours."


Henry blinked once, twice. "Callum brought ye in like aye stolen treasure, precious; like thee Ring from Lord of de Rings. And oye! Ye carry yeself like ay princess...not aye propa one," he mumbled the last bit. Henry choose not to notice the hand on his chest and sighed deeply and snapped his finger impatiently. "Oye! If yee arent gonna put thee movie in den get out or clean my poor apartment," Henry ordered. The boy sluggishly followed his instructions and pressed play before sparwling lazily across the carpet, Henrys clothes baggy on the small boy.



Heny didnt ask for her real name. He enjoyed Treasure. Turning hisbhead to the side the music began to play and Belle came onto the screen singing a sweet medley. Heny reveled in her child-like joy. It refreshed his tense Scottish self.






The wolf boy sat up with a start; yelping at the sharp water that bombarded his bare skin. It felt like someine slapped him with a shard of ice. "FUCK!" he yelled with intense ferocity. He shook his head(much like a dog) and turned to glare at the culprit and was taken a back by the dainty female before him, "What the actual fuck?!"



The wolf boy stood up like melted metal, smooth and fluid. He scrubbed his face with his hand, facial hair gruff. He grinned like a canine, "I understood that reference," and he then frowned, "Dont tell me what to do, lady-o-mine!" he stated with harsh authority.
