Uniting the Catpeople MKII

[Mistress Guendolen]

"Don't apologize!" She hurried after him, so fast she had to quickly scamper back to avoid colliding with him and making him drop the dessert. "I- you weren't bad- I didn't, you know, mind...." She fidgeted, face almost as red as her hair. "In fact, I was... flattered...." Her voice was almost a whisper, there.

[David]

Jack stood there, stunned for a moment before nodding again, holding out the now cooler tarts for Guen, blushing himself. It was a little corny what I said but I think it seemed to suit the moment. Anyway, try one! They should be only warm now.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"No matter whether it was corny or not, it was still really nice...." She fidgetd again a moment longer. "But yes, lemme try one of these things." She picked up a tart and bit into it. Her eyes grew wide. "Mmmm! These are delicious!" The rest of it rapidly started to disappear. Via being eaten, of course. It probably wasn't very elegant, but she didn't care too much, right now....

[David]

Jack was amazed by Guen's appetite and couldn't help but chuckle a little. Feelling a lot more confident about himself than a few minutes ago. Hey! Slow down, you might get indigestion if you keep on eating at that rate.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"Me? Nah. My stomach's cast iron. It can handle almost anything." Then her expression grew sheepish. "Not too feminine, though, is it? I'm not, as a whole...." Her eyes dropped a bit, ear tips drooping too. Oh no, he's gonna go right off me now, I relaxed too much and screwed up... The rest of the tart went uneaten.

[David]

Jack got a bad feeling in his stomach from the sight, not from anything ominous but more sad at Guen's expression, his ears drooped a little as he felt guilt wash over him. Oh er... Sorry, I offended you didn't I? The tarts were good though, right?

[Mistress Guendolen]

"Offended?" The ear tips perked up again. "No, no, you didn't offend me! Honest!" Her eyes got big. "I... I was just... worried that I..." Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "That I had somehow... you know... offended you.... By getting all excited and not being, you know, dainty and stuff...." One foot trailed back and forth on the floor nervously. "The tarts are delicious, honest...."

[David]

Dainty? Jack perked up a little. Why would I not like you for being dainty, I mean you did see me earlier on when I was hitting the bottle, right? By all rights you should be offended by me.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"To be honest, I'd forgotten the bottle incident completely, by now.... Besides, I have friends who do the same periodically. I've seen them in some interesting moods. So no, you don't offend me at all." She took another nibble of the tart. "So it doesn't bother you that I'm not all delicate and girlish and stuff? Really?" The voice grew distinctly hopeful.

[David]

If this is how you normally are then no not really, better to be yourself than some fake personality. That's why I told you my real name. Jack nods and flicks his tail, feeling a lot better about himself.

[Mistress Guendolen]

A brisk nod. "Yup, this's the real me. I'm pretty casual and a bit of a bum at heart, I must confess. I'm glad that's what you prefer.... I too don't like the idea of living under a facade." She finished off the last of her tart, and licked a bit of the filling off her fingertips. "Mmm. Eat yours, now! Don't want it to go to waste...."

[David]

Huh? Oh yeah, looks like I forgot about that. Jack laughs as he picks up his own tart and bites unto, she was right, they do taste good.

[Mistress Guendolen]

Her tail swished a bit as she watched him eat it. "See? I told you you did a good job on those." She couldn't help but grin, just watching him.

[David]

I guess I forget sometimes. Jack continues work his way though the remaining the tarts, blushing a little as he realises Guen is watching him eat. Not necessarily a bad thing though...

[Mistress Guendolen]

He was so darn cute when he blushed.... She just couldn't get over that. One hand snagged another of the tarts. "I can't resist. They're just so good...." She nibbled on it, watching him eat through the others. It really was endearing, somehow. His openness was so appealing. And it felt good to quietly watch him, somehow. So long as it didn't weird him out, of course.