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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 7:55 pm
"I think I'm old enough to be your father," said L'ior with a lazy chuckle as he reached out to tweak one of Brishen's curls -- he'd got a bit of a fascination for them, admittedly. "Technically, anyway... but if you'd like me to be your brother, that'll do well enough for me." He stretched out his long legs in the warm sand, chuckling.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 5:54 am
"Maybe....never met my father but I think you be a little young for that." Brishen muttered, trying to think if his mother ever mention his father's age and found it blank. "So since I don't have siblings, just a cousin, I'm electing you to that spot of honor." He grins, adding cheerfully, "and you get to play with my curls all you want since you like them so much."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 6:30 pm
"Very well," chuckled L'ior with a broad smile, "I'll accept that honored position, and consider myself lucky." Tugging gently at one just to watch it spring back, he fights a wide yawn. "Little brother, then."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 7:12 am
A wide pleased grin covered his face. "Thank you!" Which turned into laughter as L'ior once again started playing with his curls. "Mmm...want to take that nap now and then go hunting for spider claws?" Brishen muttered, yawning slightly. He was starting to feel the exhaustion of walking, swimming, more swimming this time with clothing, and then the mad dash of hey food...flop, mmm warm sand and sun.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 12:56 pm
"I think," said L'ior, fighting a yawn of his own, "that a nap would be in order now, yes." His grin flashed -- but it was corrupted about halfway through by that recalcitrant yawn, jaw-crackingly large. Lazily, L'ior flopped over onto his side, glad for a bit of shade. "Will you be missed at the Weyr, then?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 1:05 pm
Brishen mmmed, curling about and on L'ior much like a cat claiming something to be his personal pillow. "Don't think so. Did my chores before I came here and it's crowded. Doubt they'll notice I'm gone." He yawn, curl up a bit more, head pillowed on L'ior's rib and arm. "Mmm," his eyes closed, breathing slowly slightly. "Enough talking."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 1:41 pm
Absently, L'ior's big hand gently rested against the nape of the boy's neck, relaxing. "All right," rumbled the rider, letting his eyes fall shut agreeably. "Sleep well, little brother..." He was all right with the body contact; L'ior had always been a bit like a puppy when it came to proximity. He tended to like it, and here in the mellower island sun, with Dioth's dozey presence flooding him with relaxed contentedness and a warm bundle of adopted little brother curled up half-on him, L'ior found himself drifting comfortably towards napping, though he didn't often let himself do so. There was a time and a reason for everything under the sun, he supposed as his eyes drifted shut.
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