Nome Sized
"So, what do you think? It's pretty good isn't it?" Angalo murmured, sliding up behind Masklin.
Noticing the way that Angalo's breath was causing the hair on his nack to rise, Masklin refused to comment on that. Angalo wasn't a predator, he was Angalo! A Nome, a normal nome. Yes, normal! "Yes, it's strange that it would be Nome sized, do you think that the humans are catching on?"
Angalo shook his head, a hand trailing down Masklin's back, "No, those slow things could never think of something so elaborate. It must be the will of Arnold Bros (est 1905). He must be communicating with us! The lorries are the way! The Store will provide!" Angalo smiled in way that the owner knew himself right, even if the rest thought him mad.
"Er, yes. I wonder why he didn't just make a number of lorries like this. It would be certainly easier to use." Masklin ignored the arm thrown across this shoulders as well as the hip nudging his.
"That would be too complicated Masklin! Bless Arnold Bros (est 1905), we will find a way! It was what he intended, it has to be," Angalo smiled again, this time warmly, at Masklin. "If everything was simple, I would have never met you."
Masklin was caught staring into Angalo's alight eyes. "I guess so." He muttered, a blush starting to redden his cheeks.
"I'm glad you came, it was better than dying I think," Angalo murmured, pressing his lips against Masklin's cheek.
"Bargain Galores!" Masklin yelped in surprise, before turning to meet Angalo's lips.
There was always something to thank Arnold Bros (est 1905) for. Even if it wasn't quite what he may have thought should have happened.
Angalo walked about the next couple of hours with a swagger and a silly grin. That is until he found out that Masklin was missing and so was the Thing.
With the Thing in his hands, Masklin was found after an extensive search. For some inane reason, the lights in the Thing were a rosy pink.