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Post by Wanizame on Jul 1, 2008 11:17:27 GMT -5
It chirpped when it was picked up and clicked at Julian in what might have been annoyance. Or pleasure.
"Pretty stop sing-play? Give shark dark-warm nest now?"
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Post by Julian on Jul 1, 2008 11:20:42 GMT -5
*Julian started at the unexpected response, but did not drop Iza.*
"I...I can continue if you wish. You seemed..."
dead.
"...needful of rest."
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 1, 2008 11:36:58 GMT -5
"Sleepy sometimes. Play-sing make good sleep, lake outside cold cold cold, never sleep. Tirrred."
It churred and clicked, becoming less vocal with its weariness.
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Post by Julian on Jul 1, 2008 11:42:50 GMT -5
*Julian considered this for a moment.*
"What would be more restful for you?"
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 1, 2008 11:46:31 GMT -5
"Warm warm, dark soft nest. Dry good."
The little creature wriggled around in Julian's arms and clicked at him, stuffing its snoutish nose against the man's chest and snuffing at him, still curious about his void-of-scent.
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Post by Julian on Jul 1, 2008 12:08:09 GMT -5
*Julian thought on the question.*
"Would a wardrobe work?"
*He led the creature back to his room, opening the heavy doors of the one in his room. There was a small array of clothing inside, but it was very apparently not Julian's. He pulled the garments off their hangers and tossed them on the floor of it.*
"Like this?"
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 1, 2008 12:10:47 GMT -5
"Pretty stay too?"
The large eyes with their deep green flickering glows eyed the wardrobe. It looked comfortable but not terribly warm, and Izame did not produce much of its own warmth.
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Post by Julian on Jul 1, 2008 17:47:29 GMT -5
*Julian stared for a moment, then caught on.*
"In there with you?"
*He frowned, glancing around the rest of the room.*
"Would the bed be dark enough? If I'm required to stay, I think it may be the best option for size."
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 1, 2008 19:14:42 GMT -5
"Is good. Sleepy sleepy."
It trilled again and its tight little muscles shivered--something akin to a yawn for the creature.
"Sleep bed-nest many with Henry."
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Post by Julian on Jul 1, 2008 19:45:47 GMT -5
*Julian nodded, even though only half-understanding. He walked to the bed which was relatively unused and pulled back the comforter for the other.*
"Who is Henry?"
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 1, 2008 21:42:00 GMT -5
((Wasn't Grantaire's body on the bed? )) It wriggled out of Julian's arms and onto the mattress with a trill, scooting head first down into the blankets and then popping up again, watching Julian. "Henry? Looove...long-sleep many." The creature gave a whimper and covered its face with its broad webbed hands for a moment. "Henry say find Care care Erik, shark be safe, no time find new care-take f' shark." It's wide mouth turned downward. "Shark cry cry cry...miss...alone."
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Post by Julian on Jul 2, 2008 6:43:16 GMT -5
((I had figured he'd moved it to preserve it. Not even Julian would perform that on his bed (because then he'd have to change the sheets). I saw it as standing against the wall, if that's ok. You still get the whole creepy dead thing watching Iza sleep.))
*Julian slipped into the bed behind, an awkward motion (especially fully dressed). He sat up, his back against the headboard, observing the creature. He felt like there was something he should say at a time like this, but wasn't sure.*
"I..." *He started unsteadily.* "...am sorry for your loss."
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 2, 2008 10:43:12 GMT -5
It make some sort of non-committal noise and disappeared under the blankets again, the small shape moving around in circles before climbing into Julian's lap and settling curled up between the man's legs like a very large cat.
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Post by Julian on Jul 2, 2008 10:45:06 GMT -5
*All right. This was new. But Julian was content enough. Without thinking, his hand found itself on the creatures back, resting gently on shedding skin.*
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Post by Wanizame on Jul 2, 2008 10:55:15 GMT -5
It rested its snoutish head over Julian's hip, one clawed hand curled over a thigh, the other tucked up dangerously close to his groin while its foot pressed against Julian's boot to keep it from sliding down the mattress, but its eyes were closed and little rumblings issued from its throat.
Muscle twitched under Julian's fingers, still irritated and itching.
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