11-26-2006, 08:48 PM
"Well, hurry up won't you." Cold grunted, shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Syrup dripped down his chin and the melted of butter receded down his throat, but he continued his assault on the plate before him. He'd had the luck to be travelling with a moving force that had the luck of having its citizens so gracious for their arrival that the women flung themselves upon him when he stalked through the crowd. They spoke of his stature and checked the size of his hand, left to wonder and be hopeful. King Cold, on the other hand, had needed a decent breakfast before he would succumb to the call of these ladies.
"Why don't you go play with a Saiyan or something." he'd said to one of the more persistant ones, who giggled and flaunted her chest. "I really just want a warm meal--that's about it." But the girl prided herself in whipping up a batch of pancakes for the changeling, which roused his eyebrows. Afterall, he'd come from a stronghold where they were granted the grand accomadations and dinings of royalty.
"Pancakes, right?" Cold mumbled through a mouthful of the the fluffy meal. There was no doubt about it, the woman could whip up a damn good batch of pancakes. He couldn't tell what it was within its walls, but it could have been an overabundance of butter tossed into the batter. Or maybe it was that seductive hint of.. honey? He couldn't tell, but another plate with a mammoth load of pancakes was placed before him, the rising smoke drifting up to tickle his nostrils. "Yess!" Cold leapt to his feet, one of his forks raised in triumph.
Sitting before the mountain of scrumptious pancakes. His mouth watered and he felt delicate hands slide across his chest, having retired his armor and cloak for the hospitality of his accomadations. A kiss was stolen, between pancakes, and Cold sighed loudly.
"Y'know," he started in his bass-riddled tone. "This isn't gonna work out." he hastily thought up reasons for them not to be together. "You know, I'm a changeling, you're a human. Just think of how the kids'll come out." but she giggled despite his protests, backing him up against a wall upon his attempts at a retreat. Sighing again, he held up a hand for her to halt. "Okay, but don't pull the tail. Just... don't."
"Why don't you go play with a Saiyan or something." he'd said to one of the more persistant ones, who giggled and flaunted her chest. "I really just want a warm meal--that's about it." But the girl prided herself in whipping up a batch of pancakes for the changeling, which roused his eyebrows. Afterall, he'd come from a stronghold where they were granted the grand accomadations and dinings of royalty.
"Pancakes, right?" Cold mumbled through a mouthful of the the fluffy meal. There was no doubt about it, the woman could whip up a damn good batch of pancakes. He couldn't tell what it was within its walls, but it could have been an overabundance of butter tossed into the batter. Or maybe it was that seductive hint of.. honey? He couldn't tell, but another plate with a mammoth load of pancakes was placed before him, the rising smoke drifting up to tickle his nostrils. "Yess!" Cold leapt to his feet, one of his forks raised in triumph.
Sitting before the mountain of scrumptious pancakes. His mouth watered and he felt delicate hands slide across his chest, having retired his armor and cloak for the hospitality of his accomadations. A kiss was stolen, between pancakes, and Cold sighed loudly.
"Y'know," he started in his bass-riddled tone. "This isn't gonna work out." he hastily thought up reasons for them not to be together. "You know, I'm a changeling, you're a human. Just think of how the kids'll come out." but she giggled despite his protests, backing him up against a wall upon his attempts at a retreat. Sighing again, he held up a hand for her to halt. "Okay, but don't pull the tail. Just... don't."