Jec the Voyeur Mouse, Tag: Mission, Sayyida, Mood: Hopeful and Horny, Team: #GoonSquad, Location: Near the Traphouse
Important numbers: HP: 40/40
Armor Class: 18
Initiative Bonus: +3
Speed: 30ft
. CMD: 15;
Abilities: Bombs: 8/10, Elixirs Repaired: Cure Light Wounds
Jec chuckles at Sayi's comment of mice and dogs not being compatible, his chuckle almost sounding like a hiccup, still recovering from the dust and chaos of these last minutes, "
I th-think I would be wi-wi-willing to t-try." He worked with her to get the rough canvas bag off, it was really too constricting, and when freed he stretched his tail and wrapped it around Sayi's leg lovingly, the smooth unblemished skin of his tail warming her soft thigh and calf. She had then lain down, belly up and while it was an adorable and suggestive position, he realized it wouldn't do for them to be interrupted during this. Taking her hand in his surprisingly clean hand (which had all of its fingers, a feat that made him proud) and lightly pulling her after him, "
C-c-come this way, I, mm, I don't want to be interrupted for this, Thank"
Sniff "
Thank you Sayi. You, you are t-too kind." He then led her out of view of the house to a place that he had found some weeks back and went to be alone from the two girls.
The little glade was warmed by the sunlight streaming through the trees, and the soft ferns tickled bared skin as they moved to a little indent in the undergrowth that had been made by the hours of Jec alone with his thoughts. He smiled at Sayi again and gently licked the underside of her jaw, the thin, rough tongue showing his affection as he began to unbuckle belts and straps that held his supplies securely to his body, such that the wouldn't accidentally explode. Letting go of Sayyida long enough to finish removing his clothes and equipment safely he stood in-front of one of the only two people he trusted in his furred, nude glory. His fur taken care of, and reasonably well groomed for their current assignment, his member peaking out of its sheath as he looked over Sayi, she realized that she had never seen him nude before, he always wore some level of clothes, and she could now tell why. Across his chest and his torso was a terrible chemical burn, misshapen and fur-less skin now clearly on display. "
Are, are you su-sure you ssstill want t-to do this? I, I wo-would understand if yo-you think th-this is t-too strange, after all, I am a-a fr-freak." He stood there waiting on Sayi's final judgement his tail curling around his leg, in nervousness, and the soft fragrance of the lavender that Sayi had smelled in his hair was all around them now, gently blowing in the breeze of the glade.
Mario, the Treasure Hunter. Tag: Plan A. Mood: Casual
