<span style='color:red'>"There's a town a few kilometres west with a small cafe we could go to." He stretched his black feathered wings, "I could fly us there."</span>
She looked at him and laughed. Her large wings furled out from behind her back, the striking mitch matchness of them was absolutely gorgeous. Jumping up and hoisting into a warm air current she laughed. No need...I can fly too.
<span style='color:red'>Pumeal laughed, as he took to the air and led the way, his body may be injured but his wings were fine, "Wow I wish my wings were as beautifully coloured as that"</span> (OOC: I'm canadian colour isn't misspelled)<span style='color:red'> "I tried dying my wings once with my sisters help, but it felt uncomfortable." He continued to rant about random stuff for a while as flying could get quite boring if it was silent. "There it is." He pointed at the town a short ways off, "See that small red building over there, THAT's the shop." The buildings wasn't hard to see as all the buildings around it were a pale brownish colour.</span>
She smiled at his stories, they weren't rambles when another person enjoyed it. Looking up at her wins she rolled her eyes for emphasize. Yea...makes me easy target. She laughed and then followed his finger, her eyes zooming in on the red like some neon sign. Sure thing... Veering a bit, she dropped down, her wings becoming a shaft against her body as her speed increased considerably. About 20 feet above the ground, the shot out, acting like a parachute to slow her descent. Finally feeling earth beneath her taloned feet, she smiled and twirled once. Nice place.
<span style='color:red'>Pumeal landed then began to fall as his legs failed to support him. He ran into Peiruh and almost fell over, he reached up to grab something to support him and accidentally grabbed her shirt. Immediately he let go and collapsed on the ground, "Sorry." He tried to stand up again, and managed to succeed on the third try. "You okay?" During his years of sevice he had learned to ignore his own pain until he was sure his squad was alright.</span>
She squealed as she felt her shirt tear, revealing more cleavage then she had ever wanted exposed. Crossing her arms over her chest, she laughed nervously, and extended one arm to help him, the other still trying to hide her buxom form. I'm ok...just a bit exposed. Are you alright? She was the caring sort, neglecting herself for others first.
<span style='color:red'>"By normal standards, no, by for me I'm fine, I guess." He laughed a little, "Sorry bout your shirt." He looked at the shop, "Let's go inside, I doubt there will be anyone else there at this time of day."</span>
She was unsure what to make of him and decided to simply laugh and follow him inside. Looking down at her shirt she sighed, and ernestly wished for a new garment. Walking inside, the place really was abandoned. Pumeal made her feel at ease and thus she let her hands drop from her chest, the large rip looking kinda fashionable in a slutty kind of way. Nice place. Come here often...like a shelter?
"Hey Pumeal!" The owner exclaimed, "You look banged up again," The kind old 'dragon laughed, "You like to do that a lot." <span style='color:red'>Pumeal shared the laughed. "This is where I met Tuju. So it's got a sentimental feel to it for me. Plus the food is great!" Pumeal explained, "It's very busy in the evening and early night, but it's only the afternoon so it's practically diserted." Pumeal had noticed that she had let go of her shirt and offered, "Do you want to wear my jacket?"</span>
She smiled at the kindly proprieter, and looked down, not exactly the talkative type. Smiling as he explained the place with so much affection she leaned on her elbows on the table, and her head in her hands. But as he offered the jacket, she breathed a sigh of relief and wore is happily. Thanks. So Tuju and you, how long have you been married?
<span style='color:red'>"4 years, in 5 days." Pumeal recited, unlike other men he made a habit to remember important details, "I already packed my gift for her in her locker back at HQ."</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I would like to take this time to expressen my utter revoltion of the stereotypical man. I would also like to express my hatred for feministical women. I believe in equal rights, but feminists have taken it too far. I mean no offence by this, I just felt like expressing my feelings.</td></tr></table> BIC: <span style='color:red'>"So you hungry? I'm starved," He hardly noticed the fact his entire torso, arms, and most of his legs were covered with bandages. The ones on his torso were easily visible. "Woysa, what's the special?"</span> "Today the pasta's are half price." <span style='color:red'>"Thanks," Turning to Peiruh he asked, "So, what do you want to get?"</span>
She smiled warmly at his detailed account of his life. Long time then...what's the gift for mrs.pumeal. She laughed a musical, harmonic laughter. Peiruh's eyes went to the proprietor of the place and she listened eagerly. O, I think I would like some spaghetti please. She looked to Pumeal, and then down at the table. This would certainly be an awkward moment if Vex or Vachilus were to suddenly appear. The thought made her blush, but she shook her head and looked up again. I'm not married yet...but I hope he proposes soon.
<span style='color:red'>Pumeal smiled, "It's a framed picture of her posing at the finish line of the training course back at HQ. It not a very big or expensive present, but I'm sure she'll find it very sentimental." He turned his head to the waiter, "I'll have the special. Thanks." Turning back to Peiruh he asked, "So? Who's the lucky man in your life?"</span>
