11-05-2018, 02:30 AM
That was all Alex needed to know, or smell, rather, the werelion simply nodding as they ventured inside. It was always an interesting complexity to know that when a person thought or acted a certain way, it came with a smell. If someone was excited, their heart beated a pattern his ears could pick up if he listened closely. This came with a soft scent that told him whether this excitement was out of happiness, anxiousness and even a bit of fear. David gave all of that; Happiness when he was excited to spot Alex, fear because now, he was getting a thrill of his life in the haunted house with very real creatures that most assumed was just rather realistic prosthetics and animatronics and then there was the anxiousness: David was trying his best not to get a hard on to no avail and this state of excitement came with another aroma: Horny Hormones.
Alex was carrying David out the end of the Haunted House bridal style, not because he was wanting to do it. Well, maybe just a little. It was really because the green eyed male had gotten himself extremely worked up. Even if Alex didn’t have the muscles to sport it, which trust, he did; with his supernatural grace, he was still strong enough to carry out the almost equivocally framed human.
“Easy there, David. We’re out of the Lion’s Den,” he chuckled with jest as he set David down on the ground safely. “I didn’t expect Professor Scott to be there, though. His nostrils flaring fire certainly sent you—“
He was going to finish, but he heard the rupturing of fire, followed by more panicked screams, which made him chuckle.
“Alright, buddy. The spooky movie is cancelled. We can just get a meal and sit somewhere or play some of the carnival games. After all, I just can’t let the fact you paid for me go right away so easily.”
Alex was carrying David out the end of the Haunted House bridal style, not because he was wanting to do it. Well, maybe just a little. It was really because the green eyed male had gotten himself extremely worked up. Even if Alex didn’t have the muscles to sport it, which trust, he did; with his supernatural grace, he was still strong enough to carry out the almost equivocally framed human.
“Easy there, David. We’re out of the Lion’s Den,” he chuckled with jest as he set David down on the ground safely. “I didn’t expect Professor Scott to be there, though. His nostrils flaring fire certainly sent you—“
He was going to finish, but he heard the rupturing of fire, followed by more panicked screams, which made him chuckle.
“Alright, buddy. The spooky movie is cancelled. We can just get a meal and sit somewhere or play some of the carnival games. After all, I just can’t let the fact you paid for me go right away so easily.”