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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 6:42 pm
"Ahhh." Luxara listened to him explain the living situation. "That's weird. Like. I dunno if it's weird to you city people, but that is weirrrrrd. I can't imagine living with someone else. Or bathing around others. How do you all fit in the same bath tub?" The greenblood was incredulous. "When you say small, do you mean like my hive small or what? Cuz we might have different ideas of cozy." Her hive, for one, was the perfect size for someone like her who wanted to blend in and didn't need much space. Someone as broad as Ganyma did, though. It was just a logistical thing, and it wasn't like she was going to invite herself to his home. Might as well have an idea of what it was like instead.
But, it was obvious that she was having a great time with him around. Her smile only widened the more he spoke and jested. "Lucky Luxxy," she had to repeat it. She didn't feel lucky, considering the s**t he had gotten into because of her. But, well, none of it was on purpose... "I'd love to come. It sounds great." She reached down and picked up one of her gerbils and let it paw at her face before letting it go on the floor again.
Ganyma's words made her pause. Luxara quietly sat down across from him, on a chair she turned around so she could lean on the back of it, arms crossed over. She looked at him. "Yeah."
"Hey, Gan..." There were things she should say, now that he was here. All the things she knew about him that he hadn't told her, or what was going on with Kursha, but... What if he didn't want to hear that right now? She faltered instead. God dammit.
"You mean a lot to me. I haven't always made the best decisions, but," she breathed out, "well, I'm not sure where I'd be without you. I guess that sounds weird from someone where the whole idea is being independent and stuff, but...yeah. It's not super duper badly dangerous or anything in the ring, is it?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 5:37 pm
“Hey, my ol’ hive was no, uh… Big hive,” Ganyma laughed. “I got my own fridge ‘n sittin’ block ‘n respiteblock, so it’s a nice fit.” He patted his legs off to remove a gerbil that had wandered there. The tone changed and he sighed. “Luxara…” Ganyma searched for words. He fumbled for a while. “Alternia’s rough… I mean, you know that. This spot I’ve got is the most secure place I can get. It saved me actually, you know. I’ve got a life here.” He was solemn for a moment and went into hug Luxara. “I’ll be okay.” After a long moment, Ganyma pulled back and smiled. “Now… I should probably get cleaned up before the gerbils use my clothes as bedding.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 7:28 pm
She let herself be hugged, limp in it but desperately wanting to cling. But...
He was right, and it was the most obvious thing. Her life as it was was full of danger, from childhood and on. And considering what they had both been through, fighting for a living couldn't be that bad. Man, she was a dummy sometimes. "Yeah, I guess it's better than having buildings falling on your head. Still! I'm gonna check up on you and you can't stop me! Nope."
That settled that. Onwards to being a little less of a concerned friend. "Right!" She jumped up. "Um. If you wanna use the sink, I can get the towels. There's also a shower in the bathroom." Somehow that fit in the compact space. Somehow. "Whatever you wanna do! I'll shoo the gerbs either way. Shoo shoo." It was more for effect than fear; the gerbils only wiggled their noses at her before getting back to their business.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 9:09 pm
“I’ll use the cleanliness dispersal cubicle, thanks.” Ganyma replied. He looked down at his shirt and grimaced. This would take a great deal of soaking. Maybe he should just get in with his clothes on. Ganyma smiled at the thought and carefully stepped around the gerbils. The rest of the night seemed like a breeze, and while he’d have to clean up and head out Ganyma didn’t feel like he was so far away any more. She was safe, and a postcard away. He pulled off his shirt, wincing from the effects of Luxara’s rapidly fading paint bolts, and headed into the ablutionblock. Gl!tch~ Done after one million years
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