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Chatlog between Marco and Tobias.



Marco: [decides that a run through the woods sounds good, and picks a wolf morph, taking off in a form that lets him be absorbed in smells and instincts, not thoughts]
Tobias: *is examining his territory, looking for breakfast*
Marco: [doesn't realize he's in Tobias's area, is very spaced out, although a scent that tugs at his memory catches his nose and he pauses, tail swishing slightly]
Tobias: *sees Marco, doesn't realize it's him*
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Chatlog between Marco and Tobias.

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Marco: [decides that a run through the woods sounds good, and picks a wolf morph, taking off in a form that lets him be absorbed in smells and instincts, not thoughts]
Tobias: *is examining his territory, looking for breakfast*
Marco: [doesn't realize he's in Tobias's area, is very spaced out, although a scent that tugs at his memory catches his nose and he pauses, tail swishing slightly]
Tobias: *sees Marco, doesn't realize it's him* <Oh, great. There goes breakfast.>
Marco: [blinks, shaking himself out of the stupor] <Oh. Oh, Tobias, I'm sorry.>
Tobias: *nearly falls off his tree* <What are you doing here?>
Marco: <Needed a break from...stuff. A dorm room gets pretty crowded when you put two in it.>
Tobias: <See, that's why I figure I'll just do college online once I've got my GED.>
Marco: <It's okay most of the time. But sometimes you just need a break, you know? Probably doesn't help I was an only child. It was just me and my dad for awhile, too. Not used to cramped quarters.>
Tobias: <I hear you there, man. I prefer the great outdoors, myself.>
Marco: [chuckles mentally] <This is good, though. I like getting to run out here.>
Tobias: <Nothing beats flying, though.>
Marco: <I suppose not. Can I join you?>
Tobias: <Let me hunt for some breakfast first. If you didn't scare it away, that is.>
Marco: <Okay. Should I just like stay still?>
Tobias: *spies a mouse* <That would be good.> *flies off of the branch and goes for the mouse*
Marco: [amazingly, manages to sit perfectly still while Tobias dives]
Tobias: *catches the mouse and eagerly starts eating it*
Marco: <Mmm, yummy. Tastes like chicken.>
Tobias: <Chicken has nothing on mice.>
Marco: <Food of the gods, eh?>
Tobias: <Better. Food of the birds.>
Marco: <Heh.> [starts to demorph, pausing a moment in human form to adjust]
Tobias: <Please warn me next time you're going to do that. It's no fun to watch people demorph when you have hawk eyes.>
Marco: Yeah, yeah. Unless it's Cassie, right?
Tobias: <Mostly. There are some morphs not even she can save.>
Marco: Well, yeah. Okay, going bird now. [starts morphing]
Tobias: <I'm NOT going to look. I'm NOT.>
Marco: [most of the way changed] <I didn't say you should.>
Tobias: <I know. That was more to myself, really. I tend to forget people can hear me out here, I guess.>
Marco: <Talking to yourself is okay, just don't start answering yourself back in different voices, mmmkay? [flaps to take off] <Ahhh, this is good. I feel so much better.>
Tobias: *starts drifting upwards* <It's like I said, man. Nothing beats flying.
>
Marco: <You won't hear me arguing.> [finds a thermal and glides up]
Tobias: <So, are classes getting to you?>
Marco: <Nah. Don't care enough for them to get to me. If you go and do the minimal studying, you'll pass lower level classes.>
Tobias: <And what about the higher-level ones.>
Marco: <Don't have any yet. Alas, I am just a lowly and lazy freshman.>
Tobias: <Oh, but there will be.>
Marco: <Not gonna worry about that. I have enough teen angst on my own. Heh.>
Tobias: <Teen angst? What could possibly be wrong now?>
Marco: <Same thing that's wrong with every teen experiencing angst, with the possible exception of Hamlet.>
Tobias: <Who's the girl?>
Marco: [decides to lie] <...Jackie. She's... hot.>
Tobias: <Let me guess: Hasn't noticed you?>
Marco: <So blind she shouldn't be allowed to drive.>
Tobias: <Have you tried talking to her?>
Marco: <Hah. No. I like her too much for that.>
Tobias: *dryly* <There's your problem.>
Marco: <Sure, easy for you to say. What do hawks do to mate? Does it involve a silly dance?>
Tobias: <Yes, Marco. Because I'm planning on mating with another hawk.>
Marco: <Hey, you never know. That one a few miles that way is kinda cute.>
Tobias: <...That was a male hawk.>
Marco: <Oops, my bad. Still looks cute to me, though.>
Tobias: <Whatever, Marco.>
Marco: <Heh. Heh heh heh.>
Tobias: <You okay there?>
Marco: <Mostly.>
Tobias: <Mostly?>
Marco: <Well, you know, the angst.>
Tobias: <Oh, right. You mentioned that.>
Marco: <So I did. I should get out to grab dinner before I go home and crash. You wanna come?>
Tobias: <Sure. Got anything in particular in mind?>
Marco: <Fast food. McDonald's?>
Tobias: <I could go for a Big Mac.>
Marco: <Cool. You have money in your feathers or do I have to pay?>
Tobias: *laughs* <I'm thinking your treat this time.>
Marco: <Yeah, yeah. Just go easy on the old wallet. Starving college student and all.>
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