Thread: Unlikely Saviors [-:Haru|Luana:-]

Tika laughed a little as he kissed her hand. Not only did it tickle but it was amusing. Highness works. Then again, supposed t'be undercover aren't we? Maybe just Tika. She said as she moved out of the way. Just as he wasn't planning to stick part in her face she didn't care for the experience either. She packed up her pencil and sketch pad. Though Tika and Catty had exchanged items Tika was wary of design theft. The odds were low but she didn't want to chance it. Not that placing it in a bag was exactly high security. I think...walk with. Attacked from behind or in front you can cover easy. Would make sense if you were a real body guard, yeah? Tika headed out the door. The corridors were still fairly empty. She wondered if most people just slept during their travels. There plenty of signs to direct them to their destination. This was where all the passengers had gone. Tika halted in the door a moment. She didn't care for crowds overmuch. Especially crowds of biggins. With a little huff she continued on. The bar wounded was well over her head but only came to Kion's waist. The humans gathered moved to make room for the ferocious looking lion. The bar keep cranes his head up at the tall lion. A little frown of concentration crease his brown. He leaned forward just a little and could see Tika, if just barely. Realization dawned but he quickly relaxed his face. Yes, what can I do for you? The human asked. Apple whiskey! Tika called from below the bar. Kion smiled and walked with her, keeping a close eye out, though he didn't expect any attacks. Entering the dining area, they approached the bar, and Kion pondered whether it would be dignified to lift Tika up so she could be seen. He doubted it, and the sooner she got that harness done, the better. The barkeep did manage to see her, and she piped up when asked what she wanted to drink, and Kion stayed dutiful to his 'job' and said, I'll just have a dwarven stout. he said, deciding to stay away from the harder liquor. Not that the stout was anything but its namesake. Kion bent to whisper to her, Would you like me to lift you to a chair, Highness? he asked, only teasing a little. In fact, Kion found he rather liked lifting Tika. She was small and warm, and smelled really nice. If he didn't have fur she'd see him blush most likely. The barkeep nodded and moved off to fill the orders as promptly as possible. Tika looked around at the sea of legs that were giving the tall lion a wide berth. Truth be told if she didn't know Kion she might give him space as well. As it stood she found it amusing. If anyone to be afraid of in that bar it wasn't Kion. Unless you attacked him of course. Tika was broken from her musings when Kion bent to whisper in her ear. She giggled quietly both from his quip and his tickling whiskers. She tilted her head back regally. Though being lifted around like a sack of sprockets is undignified I do tire of staring at biggin groins. Though she made herself sound imperious the little sparkle in her green eyes belied her amusement. She lifted her arms so Kion could lift her and deposits her into one of the tall seats. Seated in the chair she came up to Kion's chest. It was certainly a different view and her little legs dangled a good couple feet from the ground. The keep returned with their beverages. Tika had to pick up the glass with both small hands. She raised her glass up to Kion. To you my friend, she said with a smile. The small quiet giggle that he was sure nobody heard but himself made Kion smile. He was already quite fond of the little gnome female but as she raised her arms to be picked up, Kion definitely felt something else stir within his breast. He could say that he liked her, was maybe even a little smitten by her. But this... this was wholly unnatural wasn't it? He wanted her. As a lover and in the most carnal of ways. Those thoughts ran through his mind as he lifted her slight form, nostrils flaring at the smell of her. He would have blushed were he human. But he wasn't. The lion wasn't even sure how that would work. She was so small. Yet that made the thought even more intriguing, visions of her writhing in pleasure, stretched and penetrated deep while he... She was toasting him, and Kion managed a smile and raised the pint of stout. No, to us. he said, and would touch his mug to hers. Tilting back the drink, the yeasty sweet and bitter taste of the stout filled his mouth. He was going to need something stronger. Thanks for the new room. It will be easier for me to stretch out now. he said and gave her a smile, trying to push the obscene but arousing images from his mind.