Post by jack on Dec 21, 2009 21:58:43 GMT -5
Are you looking, Mine?
"I don't understand--what is it we're doing?"
...you're very forgetful.
The teen stiffened at the comment, and a subtle frown settled on his lips even as he passed through the dining hall, glancing at the food-set tables absently. "I'm not that forgetful, Socordiath. I just...don't understand the point of this game."
Socordiath, crouched just outside the hall, gave a laugh and twitched his tail, his large sweet eyes whirling a lazy blue-green, You aren't supposed to understand! Two-leggers think its funny. You want to make friends, right?
"I don't think any friends I could make through this would be very good."
The Blue snorted. You're so strange, Mine.
V'lin found himself smiling, and despite the oddity of the situation, he sidled on along. The more he got to know that big beauty, the more things seemed to...fall into place. So with a lazy air, he slipped into the kitchen, blinking as he set into searching. Leaving no stone unturned--and unconsciously cleaning as he went--he searched every inch of the kitchen, smiling pleasantly and apologizing as he dodged drudges and workers in the process. By the end of it, a pie was shoved in his hands and he was shoved out. But did he find anything in the process...?
"I don't understand--what is it we're doing?"
...you're very forgetful.
The teen stiffened at the comment, and a subtle frown settled on his lips even as he passed through the dining hall, glancing at the food-set tables absently. "I'm not that forgetful, Socordiath. I just...don't understand the point of this game."
Socordiath, crouched just outside the hall, gave a laugh and twitched his tail, his large sweet eyes whirling a lazy blue-green, You aren't supposed to understand! Two-leggers think its funny. You want to make friends, right?
"I don't think any friends I could make through this would be very good."
The Blue snorted. You're so strange, Mine.
V'lin found himself smiling, and despite the oddity of the situation, he sidled on along. The more he got to know that big beauty, the more things seemed to...fall into place. So with a lazy air, he slipped into the kitchen, blinking as he set into searching. Leaving no stone unturned--and unconsciously cleaning as he went--he searched every inch of the kitchen, smiling pleasantly and apologizing as he dodged drudges and workers in the process. By the end of it, a pie was shoved in his hands and he was shoved out. But did he find anything in the process...?