<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Great," he said with a hint of sarcasm, downing the potion. "I have a thing about blood, though, so excuse me if I keep my eyes closed. I'm not sure if it'll work while being dismembered though." He peered at the expanding hot dog and the gigantic mustard bottle, feeling again like he was in some sort of Disney movie gone very, very wrong. <br/><br/>He nonetheless bounced amiably onto the hotdog, grinning. "Mustard!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(OOC: Is he on his front or back?)<br/><br/>"No blood." Rheanna said. "The potions based on the way Ella disassembles, cut surfaces are spam-like, so by the time you are thouroughly chewed, there's no trace of an anatomy. Besides blood would ruin the bun."<br/><br/>Purada hefted the mustard bottle on one shoulder, and Ella guided the nozzle back and forth as the lioness squeezed. The thick yellow sauce was squeezed over him in a line that snaked back and forth in a zig zag. It soaked into his fur and the exposed surface of the bread. She started at his feet and worked her way up. With Chris fully prepared, Ella got a coin from her discarded clothes and flipped it.<br/><br/>"I got heads!" she exclaimed happily. "So you take the feet."<br/><br/>Between the two of them, they got the bun to a corner so the ends were just hanging out over the edges of the bed. Not so much because they'd be unable to carry it, as that they didn't want the bun to fold up under it's own weight, and Chris's. Ella knelt in front of Chris's face and gave him a lick on the nose, followed by a longer, deeper kiss. The white wolf could already feel Purada at the other end, sucking his toes, and licking the soles of his feet.<br/><br/>"Thanks for doing this." The husky said. "Don't worry, it feels a bit odd at first, but it's like the most thourough deep tissue massage you'll ever have."