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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:32 pm
Xion seemed content in the warmth, her purr coming back double fold. It was nice here, she decided, and she liked having fur--despite the imminent danger of hairballs. Not only that, but she'd taken a sudden liking to this boy she'd woken up with. Anyone that had known her previously wouldn't have been surprised, of course; Xion had a habit of latching on to the oddest people. When she was six, she had taking a "liking" to a homeless woman that lived by a shop a block away from where she'd lived. That entire summer she'd done nothing but follow the woman around until her mother found out.
Telling people that she was fixing them was also not unusual for her. Those whom she had set about to "Fix" generally thanked her for it, in one way or another, even if they could never tell you what exactly she'd done. The only one she'd failed to fix was her Mother, who was the most singularly obstinate woman on the planet. That she'd failed both bothered and didn't bother Xion, depending on wether or not she could remember that she hadn't. Memory was such a tricky thing, sometimes.
This boy, despite his signals that he considered himself a big, bad something or other, seemed willing enough to cuddle right up against her as well. Xion smirked a little, whispering lightly, "Candy fluff teddy bear, wanting so much to be real."
A yawn ripped its way through her maw, for she was small and tired and he had interrupted her nap.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:22 pm
"You're not answering my question," the words were by now merely murmured, marred by a sigh due to the position he'd gathered himself into; it was actualy sort of comfortable, in the odd sense of the word, and though she was in fact not answering him, he'd by now come acustomed to hearing such strange babble from her, "Stop smirking; I can FEEL you smirk," a frown creased his features, though his words lacked annoyance.
Deep down, he was actualy amused.
Which was odd for him; he was used to being amused while watching others suffer, and he was used to being amused when he was directly or indirectly hurting others, but never before had it crossed his mind that being amused could take so little. It also didn't ocurr to him that the fact he could feel her smirk was likely because the girl was perhaps pressed too firmly against his chest; maybe in a sense he was slightly innocent, even despite his already correupted nature, "Also, the name's Zeon, not Candy, not Teddy, and not Fluffy," he snorted then, unable to contain the sarcasm from his voice as he arched a brow; he wasn't regarding her, but rather, looking over her head, off into the distance. Looking and yet not seeing anything, what with the fact his own chin was propped over her head.
It was hard to look at her in such a position. Not like he wanted to anyhow, for looking at her would require moving, and despite anything he might've said, Zeon found he was actually quite comfortable at the given moment. More so than he'd felt in a very long time, specialy not in earth. Duffort had been more of a slave than a partner, and besides that, he'd been... a toy. He'd kept his distance from the human, never truly forming a real link.
Now however, felt felt the link with this girl was there allready; formed, without him having done anything and the more he thought about it, the more his eyes narrowed in silent question. Idly he noted he'd explore later, and gather informtation, since there was no hoping Xion knew anything more than he did; if he'd been ripped out of his world, so had she. Whatever world that had been... had she been a human? Certainly not a demon, for her way of expressing herself, and the way she acted were not like those of his kind.
He also felt more than heard her yawn, his own eyes somewhat tired, "Stop talking, sleep.," it was not a request either, as he too closed his eyes; he was a cat, fine, but damnit, he was going to retain some force and ******** pride.
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