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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 6:43 pm
Her fingers had dimples to play with, now. They poked and squished accordingly. Tricksy hands had to do what they did best. Her eyes caught sight of the little treat popping out of the satchel, and she let out a soft breath. Then she leaned in, and pressed a chaste kiss against Bjorn's cheek. "All right, on your feet then. I want to unload these in my room and you seem to have a friend who feels insulted at the intrusion of your shards, too." She pointed an elegant finger at the treat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:24 pm
He made amused noises as she stretched his face, and then he made a more confused one. The tiny treat chirped and caught his attention.
"You snuck out again, Waffles?" Bjorn accused, plucking the minipet up by the scruff of its neck. It whined at him. He mocked the whine back as he got to his feet.
Even so, there was a kiss, and even a spoiled little pet couldn't diminish that.
"Allow me to escort you back, my lady," he said to Maebe as he plopped the treat atop his head, where it began to nestle with a coo. Bjorn offered her his arm. "You can tell me of your exploits."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:18 pm
Maebe slipped both of her arms around the large one offered to her, and then rested her head against it. "Oh, you know me. Always finding trouble and definitely not getting involved in it." She sing-songed out as she walked with him back up the stairs to her room. "Today there was a War clansmen, a mighty man who loved to shout, and he kept saying he wanted to touch the crystal. This was before a piece broke off, you see. I found a peanut gallery of others placing bets on what would happen to him." She smiled, a little too widely. "Me, I lost the bet. I thought his mate looked ready to pounce him and eat him whole, spiderlike as she was. But she just climbed aboard him and they were on their way. The shard broke before they got to it, and by then I didn't care. There was too much of a mess to scrounge through! You know how I love messes, Bjorn." His name rolled off of her tongue with thick, obvious affection.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:48 pm
Bjorn hummed and passed her a fond look. "That you do. You can pick out the best parts of messes. But I would have thought we should treat the crystal with some respect, it being our power source and all..."
Waffles chirped, possibly in agreement. Or because it was hungry. Or because it was bored.
"What are you planning to do with your share of shards? Or are you going to make a nest in your home?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 10:03 pm
The guilt returned. She wasn't respecting the crystal at all, according to his interpretation. "I didn't consider it part of our power source, once it had fallen. The piece was shattered on the ground, it was no good to anyone any longer. Just as any good working piece of machinery can easily become scrap in a proper explosion." She took one shard out from between her bandages, and held it up to inspect it. "I had no immediate plans. I had hoped to get you to make me something pretty with them. Otherwise I was simply going to hoard them until someone came along who liked them enough to barter. My usual fare."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 10:07 pm
"I will," he affirmed with a small squeeze of her arm against his chest. "If neither you nor America give me cause to abandon the work and come chase you." It wasn't an unkind statement; he was more than used to their individual antics and had learned to simply go along with them to a degree.
"But you are right. Broken, it has no purpose. We will give it something beautiful again. Do you have a particular request?" Bjorn asked.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 10:41 pm
"What if I like it when you chase me." She teased, her voice kept very quiet, because she'd begun to tire of teasing when everything she said was actually true. "My only request is that you make it. That's what matters to me."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 11:02 pm
"Then you are in luck! For I am a fantastic hunter," Bjorn replied, keeping it simple and light as ever, even as he remained earnest. "And you are my favorite quarry, Maebe of Famine Clan. Even if you can be a bit slippery." For a moment—and he didn't know why—he almost said My will is too strong to let me die, forgetting the context of Maebe's request. Maybe it was the ambience, or the lost day messing with his head when he let himself get into a haze. Maybe it was the use of desert rose. He shouldn't have let that slip earlier. It and Waffles were bringing unpleasant thoughts. His smile was slipping the longer he mused over it, so he cleared his throat. "Do you think this was the hunters' doing?" Bjorn asked, gesturing with his other hand at their surroundings. "I have yet to see their coats, but they are always so meddlesome."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 11:43 pm
"I am slippery, aren't I." She murmured, biting at her lower lip. "You are the best hunter I will ever know, Bjorn. I trust it won't keep you from your catch." They joked like this all the time. All the time! Why did she feel so shaky about saying these things, now? She hated feeling like there was something coming between the two of them. It kept her from enjoying their little games. "Mm?" She looked up, a little confused over the topic. The crystal - of course. They were talking about the crystal. "Oh. I really never gave the idea any thought. I should have, shouldn't I.. seems hard to keep focus, today. Personally, my guess is no. The break seemed so natural. Then again, they are our greatest trouble. One never knows."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 10:41 am
"I do not blame you. We all seem to have lost a whole day..." It didn't bother him at first, but now that the crystal had shattered, Bjorn was more alert to that gap in memory. "Perhaps I did not feed Waffles and that is why he sneaked into my pouch: he is looking for food!"
The tiny treat did seem to perk at the mention of food. Like owner, like pet.
(The pet was a stupid topic. Why did he keep bringing it up? Why this heaviness? He should have just come out with it.)
"Ahem. Ah. If something more than trouble comes this way, Maebe, perhaps you should consider rooming with myself and America," he managed to put together.
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