Post by Fox on May 19, 2021 23:53:25 GMT -5
Tired of following rumors and dead ends, Calcifer had called a vacation day and had coaxed Vepar into it by hinting that there might be a lot of hot guys at a resort island. She had agreed, and the two of them had made landfall. Calcifer was using his human disguise, which was basically him folding up his body into a vaguely humanoid shape and then awkwardly flailing around in an attempt to walk. For some reason, this worked on people. Today, he was wearing some swim trunks and a shirt that said ‘Insquidious Me’ on it in large print.
They were out by the beach. Calcifer was trying to pick up women to varying amounts of success while Vepar reclined on the beach and waited for flocks of men to rush to her. They’d offer to apply sun tan lotion on her. Or they’d show off for her in the surf. And, to be honest, she was into all of that. Sadly, most men were intimidated by a forty two foot tall woman, so no one ended up approaching her.
It was all Vepar could do to keep her lip from quivering. At least the view was nice. She was laying on her stomach in - what she thought - was a rather fetching one piece swimsuit. She’d kicked up her legs and was holding her head in her hands, watching hottie after hottie walk by. Not one of them spared her a second look while she was practically drooling over them. There was one with the bronzed skin of a god and golden hair that shone radiantly in the sun. Oh, she just wanted to wrap him up in one of her tentacles and squeeze that gorgeous body. But then, she supposed, he’d pop.
Vepar sighed softly and traced little drawings in the sand while beachgoers gave her a wide berth. Why couldn’t she find herself a man? Hmph. This White Tiger fellow that she was looking for had better be the hottest damn thing on the planet. All this trouble that she was going through for him. Vepar pouted.
They were out by the beach. Calcifer was trying to pick up women to varying amounts of success while Vepar reclined on the beach and waited for flocks of men to rush to her. They’d offer to apply sun tan lotion on her. Or they’d show off for her in the surf. And, to be honest, she was into all of that. Sadly, most men were intimidated by a forty two foot tall woman, so no one ended up approaching her.
It was all Vepar could do to keep her lip from quivering. At least the view was nice. She was laying on her stomach in - what she thought - was a rather fetching one piece swimsuit. She’d kicked up her legs and was holding her head in her hands, watching hottie after hottie walk by. Not one of them spared her a second look while she was practically drooling over them. There was one with the bronzed skin of a god and golden hair that shone radiantly in the sun. Oh, she just wanted to wrap him up in one of her tentacles and squeeze that gorgeous body. But then, she supposed, he’d pop.
Vepar sighed softly and traced little drawings in the sand while beachgoers gave her a wide berth. Why couldn’t she find herself a man? Hmph. This White Tiger fellow that she was looking for had better be the hottest damn thing on the planet. All this trouble that she was going through for him. Vepar pouted.
Vepar | #000000 (Black) | Post Count: 1
Calcifer | #00FA9A (Medium Spring Green)