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[dontaskconman]

Urgh, shuddup.

*Fine, he’ll do the T-Rex thing a little more convincingly. Elbows pressed against his sides and the “two finger” gesture with both hands and just enough bounce in his steps to make the “ride” a little more exciting.* |C;;;; To be a dragon I’d have to FLY her around— *Oh. …oh. He’s done that in bat form once or twice. That’s probably where she got it from. Dammit.*

[thepastelvampire-blog]

*The vampiress snorts as she watches Conrad shift into dino mode* If only we had Hanna's dino hoodie. *She then attempts to mock him by mimicking his movements in the chair & deepening her voice* IGOTTABIGNOSEANDLEETLEARMS. *Moving back into position, she then caught that look on his face then that smug grin appears back on her face* OOOooOOOOOoooooh, I get it now~.

[oplitis-a]

((Roxy: “Conrad do the thing” *chucks blood bags at the vamp))

[thepastelvampire-blog]

(( *whispers* He's going to need a bit of bloodthorn in those "connie snacks".))

[dontaskconman]

*Yyyup, he made it worse. AGAIN. He’s allowing the pets but stays curled up and on his side, stubby bat legs kicking out at the air in utter hyper-embarrassment while there’s a muffled rant from underneath the folded wings*

OhmygodMOOOOOO.

[thepastelvampire-blog]

You're seriously making this faaaaaaaar too easy that I just can't help what's coming out of my mouth now; there's no filter. Heheheh. *The vampiress then moved to scratch behind his ear...or at least tried to while he was in cocoon mode* I'm surprised that you haven't even tried to retaliate beyond actually BITING ME.

[essynoir]

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[dontaskconman]

*embarrassed sideways-bat puffs up his cheeks and very lightly nips at Mo’s finger TO MAKE HER STOP LAUGHING— before realizing this is about the worst time to do that, and curls up into a red football, face covered by his wings entirely… GROAN.*

[thepastelvampire-blog]

* The vampiress let out a faint "ow" in between her cackles then moves her free palm over the fat bat to pet him* You just can't help yourself, can you? I'm going to make it clear that there will be NO snoo snoo in bat form. :U

[dontaskconman]

Makes me curious as well. Maybe she saw it on TV. *grumbleshufflescoot*

…I SUPPOSE I could get up and be a T-Rex instead. In fact, that sounds preferable. *gets up TO MIGHTY HEIGHTS, as percieved by Batling - he could easily walk around perfectly normally now and it would qualify as a “ride”*

[thepastelvampire-blog]

*Batling stopped cheerfully squeaking for a moment before starting back up as Conrad begins to simply walk around the room. Yup, it doesn't take much to excite the little one at all.* *Srnk* God, I'd call you her dragon, but you seem more like a stubborn horse still; even while on two feet. Heheheh. I guess that still fits the Game of Thrones theme.

[thepastelvampire-blog]

significant other: ur cute

me: (voice cracks) fIGHT ME

[dontaskconman]

*OH, THOSE LOW BROWS OF HIS, and a frown to behold. Not even going to look at Mo, GRR. Trying to come up with a plan to get out of his. No plan is coming. Mo’s comment isn’t helping.*

AughNO. If anyone’s giddy in here it’s that bouncing hair accessory up there! *says the grump-master while the tiny bat in his hair continues to pretend-ride on the spot happily* =_=… *Very quietly starts shuffling along on all fours, which is encouraged by a victorious tiny squeak from the pink puffball.* BOTH of you suck. =_=

[thepastelvampire-blog]

* She snickered in her seat as she watched them. Meanwhile, Batling squeaked with absolute delight as Conrad's scooted across the floor & couldn't contain her infectiousness giggling. Her claws ever so gently tugging on a few strands of Conrad's quiff.* It's not stopping you, though. You know that you could easily stand up, but seems like she's possibly use to someone being her "Horsie". Makes me curious of when this happened. :T

[dontaskconman]

*All the bat-glares, ears folded back intimidatingly and everything.*

I’ll accept 18 and not a single one more! *His glaaaare intensifies at Mo’s words, though it is sadly clear that it’s the type of desperate glare he puts on when he’s going reallyreally red under all that fur. And then that instantly switches over into a flop of an expression as he’s caught completely off-guard by Mo saying THAT out loud.* *And then he just falls over sideways, right there on her hand. Not even daring to move. All that’s coming out of him is a tiny, authentic bat squeak.*

[thepastelvampire-blog]

I bet you're trying to block out some of those, but fine. I'm still winning, either way.~ * As Mo watched the bat flop over when his embarrassment meter hits over 9000, she couldn't even take it anymore & bursted out into a loud cackling fit while balancing Conbat in her palm.* Oh god, Merry Christmas to ME! Pfffffeheheheheh!

[hashtagparksandrec]

[zoltunkulle-blog1]

important otp question: which one steals a star during mario party and which one throws their controller across the room

[dontaskconman]

*Free of koala!Mo, he still can’t disappoint Batling now, can he… hrrrRRMmmph. No way is he going to show off a ConHorse ride while Mo’s watching.*

I’m not saying a thing without my lawyer. |C;

[thepastelvampire-blog]

Fine, if you want to bring *air quote* "lawyers" into this, I'll wait. *The vampiress then moved to sit in the nearest seat & crosses her legs to watch him with a gleeful grin* So what, are you going to giddy on up to call them?

[dontaskconman]

*pouts when he’s picked up and cat-fights Mo’s finger off with tiny, batty hands when he’s being poked*

I don’t KNOW, but it’s not 500! *At least he can hide his facial discoloration a little better this way.* I’m, I’m SO not into t-that! I can’t help ifmytoothgetsintheway! *Or if his NATURE is making him nip at things near his mouth when he isn’t thinking, augh. Either-or!*

[thepastelvampire-blog]

You're right. Maybe 450? *She snickers at all of his batty misfortune as she quickly moves her finger away from his cheek* Then it gets in the way A LOT. I would have thought that you would have learned during our-- *and for this, she lifts the bat up to be at eye level to jokingly whisper again*-- special make-out training~. *Then she quickly moves him away from her face so she could crack the hell up at her own words*

[dontaskconman]

…Fantastic.

*Now he’s all saddled and ready and what is he going to DO about that? He can’t even go from trusty steed to stubborn donkey because there’s now a Batling holding on to his quiff and bobbing up and down expectingly.* Where was I when dignity was handed out. |C;;

[thepastelvampire-blog]

*With a snort, Mo finally decided to slid off Conrad's back, leaving him there on the ground with Batling as his wrangler* No where to be found. Oh, I SO know that you do this sort of stuff with her when I'm not around; otherwise, she wouldn't be expecting that, "PA"! Heheheh. *Looks like she has successfully turned this bickerfest onto him*

[dontaskconman]

*Lookaway, LOOKAWAY, nothing to see here, nrrrgh! Maybe pulling his collar up just enough to at least cover the bottom half of his face will help. No… it doesn’t.*

Aughshudduupppppp! *It doesn’t help that he can practically FEEL biting down on something in his mind, and YES, of course it’s a satisfying thought because, because, WELL, he’s a vampire! Butbutbut. Noooo, this isn’t good, this went completely off-track!* My point BEING that I’d rather not have any MEALS enjoy THAT, cos, cos cos, I, they, I, I need to keep fun and necessities SEPARAT— *Ohshitshithejustmadeitworse— paff, there it is, DAMMIT.* *hurried squeaky Conbat voice* THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!!

[thepastelvampire-blog]

*She was about to comment on that but it seemed like she won this battle. The moment that he paffed, Mo victoriously threw her arms up in the air* A-HA YESSSSS! *She scoops the bat up into her palm & pokes his pouty cheek with her finger. Good lord, did she look triumphant & so proud of herself.* The score is now 7 to....--what is it now? 500?

[thepastelvampire-blog]

*She soon re-adjusted herself so she could lean her palm against her chin & strum her fingers on his shoulder with an over-theatrical sigh to follow.*

I’m WAIIIIIITTTTIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGGGG.

[dontaskconman]

Augh, don’t you Sonic me! *HUFFPUFF, back to wiggling for a moment, but since she’s not just going to miraculously fall off, he instead gets up on all fours, lifting Mo up with him. WELL, that showed her… And now Batling lands on his head because she wants a horse ride, too.* …..

[thepastelvampire-blog]

I DO WHAT I WANT. * but now with him up on all fours, Mo wobbled a bit until she wraps her arms & legs around him like the stubborn koala that she is. Nope, not getting off--and then suddenly the familiar "PA!" is heard.* ....You got a little something in your hair. :T