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It had taken well over a week. Mowgli had gone to Estervale, set up a booth, traded and sold for goods, bought passage on a boat, and finally, finally made his way back through the Sleeping Woods to Swan's Lake. The sun was near setting, and Mowgli had dumped all the supplies in the cabin before hurrying down to the lake. He scanned the water now, searching for that one swan that stood out, wanting to see his transformation back into man-shaped Swan.
He said nothing to announce his presence just yet. If Swan saw him before he changed, that was just as well too. Mowgli was just happy to be back and to see him again.
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mowgli, swan
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From:
man_cub
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Date: 06/12/2007 09:52:03 |
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Mowgli couldn't remember anyone ever being so excited to see him before. Not a human, most definitely. And it had been far too long since he'd had companionship to a degree where he so sorely miss having the other person with him. It stunned him to feel it, and more so to think it was mutual.
He wanted to explain what took him so long, how he'd had to go as far as Estervale, how he had to make money to buy a ride back in a boat to save time. He wanted to tell Swan his whole adventure, but Swan didn't seem to want to let go just yet, and mowgli was by no means going to push him away to talk. So instead, arms still tight around him, he simply said, "I tried to come back, fast as I could. It wasn't fast enough."
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From:
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Date: 06/26/2007 16:19:30 |
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It was short and quick, but there wasn't any mistaking that press of lip to lip. It left Swan smiling, but Mowgli nothing short of confused. What- was that a kiss? He'd seen men-people and women-people do that to each other before, but it was usually long, and always between a man and woman. Best he could figure it was something people did to show deep affection.
Did Swan feel that deep affection for him? That would explain why he was so happy to see him back, right? So then, if Mowgli felt the same he should kiss back right? As at a loss for words as he'd ever been, Mowgli let go, with just one hand, to press curious fingers to his own lips. They still felt the same.
He cocked his head at Swan, words finally coming to him, because he wasn't sure how to express himself in body language alone. "That was a kiss, yes?" And before Swan could answer, he added, "Do you want one back?"
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