[event] has brought Eliza one of his hunts, a thank you for the other day. He had even went to the trouble of finding a under-skirt cam pervert for her to indulge in. He was aware of her standards.
Slips in through the fence between their gardens.Unfortunately he couldn't bring the man alive, butters a fresh and clean kill. 'Eliza~ You know how I love your tail, you shouldn't be showing it off so readily_
.' He teases. He is trying to let her know in his own way that he's back to his normal self.
Places the oddly shaped bulging bag to the side, leaning down to embrace her. 'Hopefully he is as savoury as his life was,' he comments, pecking her on the cheek.
Places the oddly shaped bulging bag to the side, leaning down to embrace her. 'Hopefully he is as savoury as his life was,' he comments, pecking her on the cheek.
*he isn't as unsavoury as his life was
Hums happily with the hands in his hair, stealing a quick peck from Elizaveta's lips. 'Sorry for worrying you,' he murmurs, pressing his forehead to hers.
Nods. He takes off his trousers before he sits beside her. He wanted to bring out is tail too. Shifting his bottom half, he tries not to look at the dark green slash as he tugs the bag over. 'Ladies first. How_
About you take him to the river first and then I'll grab what's left afterwards.'
Hums, looking down at the spot. It was a rather big blow to his ego. 'I can wait,' he replies, giving her a smile. 'I want to let you have the chance to enjoy your meal first.
Soon joins her, slipping into the water with a contented sigh. Only when he is fully submerged does he shift completely. He swims around, testing his tail out properly for the first time.
Scotland
feels
as though Francis has healed it up well, soon swimming around as freely as before. He swims around Elizaveta, giving her a toothy grin to show that he's alright. He coos to her, wanting to go to the ocean
Looks pleased, following her in the same direction. Although his pace is rather quicker than hers.
Scotland
thinks
it's the wonders of pheonix tears. He does eventually pace himself as they get closer, basking in the feel of salt water against his skin and the wound. Do anything would smooth out the scar, it was this
Playfully swims away from her taunting, looking back to his old self. When they reach the opening to the sea he sprints, arms outstretched.
Wraps his arms around her, twirling through the crisp ocean water.
Leads her further and further out, chasing after schools of fish every so often.
Follows her easily, curiousity getting the better of him.
Looks incredibly excited to see the dolphins, wiggling in delight before he's pulling Elizaveta along. He's clicking away, obviously chuffed.