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Date Posted: 23:29:51 08/01/02 Thu
Author: Akartis
Subject: *Faints*
In reply to: Ayrist 's message, "*The Question...*" on 23:19:00 08/01/02 Thu

As Ayrist stops bouncing so playfully, the tan cocks his head and sits up, settling back on his lean haunches and watching his friend intently. He knows full well when something's up, after all they did grow up together, and he listens quietly. The look she gives him runs chills up his spine, enticing a very odd feeling to flood his brain, and stubbornly he shakes the emotion away, slender ears pricking as he leans forward slightly. At the all-important, scary-music-plays-in-background question, his pale eyes widen and he stares at Ayrist for a moment, sensing her embarrassment but for the moment too stunned to do anything about it. That darn emotion returns with a vengeance and for once he lets it stay, suddenly aware that, wow... something good just happened. To him. Feeling more love for his friend than he ever has before -which is saying something- Akartis reaches out and bumps Ayrist's muzzle with his. Meeting her gaze steadily, he grins in what he hopes is a confident way. "Ayrist, it would be my pleasure to have you as my mate, and to have cubs with you," he intones in a graceful but fairly quiet voice, bowing his slender muzzle, but his eyes never leave hers.

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