<blockquote><div><cite>Josh the Meowth wrote:</cite>Crissa listened to what Gyrus had to say, and while most of it was uninteresting to her, she still grinned anyway at him and playfully butted her rump against his leg. "Yeah, sure, let's go and get some cushions to relax on. Normally, I would use your face as my cushion for my sexy ass, but maybe we can talk or do whatever," she laughed, winking at Gyrus and slowly heading over towards the seats. "Oh, and my name is Crissa, by the way."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(OOC: Geeze, I had no idea she was _that_ shallow<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>)<br/><br/>Gyrus found a love seat near the edge, and headed over to it. He snagged an extra pillow from a nearby chair, and popping it down on the love seat for her. "Charmed, Crissa."<br/><br/>He tapped the point of his beak. "If you tried to use this for a seat, you'd get spitted like a roast. Unless that's your thing. Though I agree, that bum of yours is sexy."<br/><br/>He lounged bonelessly in one half of the chair, his real tail springing out from under his fake tail feathers. "So, you like Cast Iron Stomachs, or just dancing crazy?"