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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 7:33 pm
Merope narrowed his good eye at the selection before him, kneeling down and curling his tail around him and out of the way. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the feeling of dissatisfaction that skulked about in the back of his mind every day, gnawing and chewing at his insecurities. He knew he was running from it. The question that he couldn't answer was how much longer he could continue to do so. He reached out and plucked a pamphlet from the job counselor’s rack of brochures and flipped through it. A noise of disgust gurgled from his throat before he shoved it back and moved onto the next one, fins clenched with irritation as that one too didn't live up to his expectations and was put back.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:40 pm
At the current moment, Llyr was doing exactly what Llyr did best: namely wandering around the school aimlessly and looking as though he hardly belonged in a place that required more clothes than he seemed capable of wearing.
Still, he was in a good mood, and a low hum was emanating from his throat, Llyr drifting in one direction and then the next. Dressed in a plain blue tunic that came down to just below his knees and was clearly too big for him, chains rattling slightly, it wasn't until he caught sight of something just a short distance away that Llyr stopped what he was doing. He backtracked a few airy steps, and a wide smile passed across his face.
"Notty!" he said happily, wafting over to where the boil stood, next to a rack of brochures (clearly the "Not Important" nickname had stuck). "Hello hello hello!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:32 am
Merope glanced u-- why wasn't he wearing any pants?! The boil threw himself to one side and away from Llyr, hand up palm facing the boil as if to ward him off while Merope's gaze was purposefully directed to one side. He made a strangled sound in the form of a greeting, cyan markings burning an embarrassed smolder as he attempted to collect himself. And failed. "Hrrahggh?" He burbled. "Arhaghrhgr?" His mind began to catch up. noting that the leg he caught sight of wasn't entirely bare; the tunic in question fell far below his knees into the point of being Acceptable. Tension fled from the boil's fins as he slumped, the warding hand brought to rub his forehead. "D-Don't scare me like that," he managed at last.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 6:24 pm
Llyr stopped as Merope threw up his hand and turned away, the nix's gaze curious as he tilted his head, long dark hair falling over his (mostly) bare, scaled shoulder.
"Is...is that not a proper greeting?" he said in bemusement, blinking slowly. Llyr shuffled closer, trying to peer more closely at Merope's face. "I was told 'hello' was a proper greeting when trying to talk to someone."
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:56 pm
"Well, uh. Yes?" Merope hazarded, leaning back as Llyr came in close. "But don't surprise me like that! You need to splash more or something. Make noise. I'm not a fan of being snuck up on." He scowled, turning his gaze away to pluck a brochure at random. "So. You wanted to talk. What do you want?" He snapped, watching the bishoneon out of the corner of his eye.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 8:49 pm
Llyr frowned a little. "I wasn't sneaking," he said, sounding vaguely hurt by the accusation - though a second later, it was clear he had quite forgotten this hurt, since he was distracted by the lure of the water he could smell in the air.
"Talk," Llyr repeated, reaching out a hand and (invading Merope's space, as per his usual self) idly poking at his shoulder. "Yes, talk! I wanted to talk to you," he repeated again happily, leaning back and rocking on his heels. The chains around his torso clinked noisily.
"I want to be friends," said Llyr decisively, as though this was clearly the right answer (which it probably wasn't).
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 3:48 pm
Merope gaped like a fish out of water, complete with his mouth opening and closing at Llyr's request. "So. So let me get this straight," he managed at last. "You sneak up on me, then ask to be my friend?" The boil looked the other boil up and down, from his perfect luxurious hair to his exposed toes. He didn't need to think very long on it. "Huh. Okay, but no more sneaking. Otherwise --" here Merope reached out and poked the chains on Llyr's chest. "We'll need to find a bell to add onto here."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 6:20 pm
Llyrendil smiled. "Yes, exactly," he said happily, clasping his hands together in front of him and looking utterly delighted that Merope had understood the meaning behind his words. "Friends are good things, are they not? I would like very much to be your friend!"
He glanced down at where Merope's finger was poking and then tilted his head towards Merope, looking slightly bemused. "A bell?" he said, and a flower petal drifted free from his hair, twirling merrily towards the ground. "What does a bell do? Is that a secret friend thing?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 10:30 am
"N-No," Merope withdrew his hand, eying the boil up and down before pegging him as a few ships short of a fleet. "If we see one I guess I can show you it. I can't explain it very well but..." He shook his head, glancing back at the pamphlets before looking back at his new friend. "Question for you," Merope asked. "Do you have a job?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:24 pm
Llyr was too busy looking happily at Merope to really notice that what he was saying didn't really make sense. His first real friend - and a water boil at that, a water boil who smelled like the sea and who was telling him about bells and secret friend things.
He tilted his head, blinking slowly. "A job?" Llyr repeated. "I...go to school. Does that count as a job?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:05 pm
Merope considered this. In a way going to school could be a job. Perhaps Llyr really didn't know. In the dark depths if his mind Merope could vaguely recall coming across a moment like this before in his life, where a new member of his clan would be raised and walked step by step through the nuances of their society. His bubbling frustration began to pop and fade away as the connections made themselves more apparent. "A job is," Merope began, "Something that you do for someone in exchange for, um. Hang on." He shoved his hands into his pockets and dug around, pulling out a couple silver seeds and showing them to Llyr. "These. These are silver seeds, which you can trade with someone in exchange for things. A job is when you do something for someone for these, but on a regular basis. With enough seeds you can get a lot of things, like bells or fish or whatever."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 10:26 pm
Llyr, for the most part, was fascinated by the concept of jobs and silver seeds and doing things. He stared at the seeds with an expression of the utmost awe and reverence, as though they might hold some mysterious power.
He clasped his hands together excitedly, practically bouncing on his feet. "A job, we get together, yes?" said Llyr brightly, his hair falling over his shoulders in unruly waves. "You and me, we do jobs to get fish, right? And bells for me, and flowers for you!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:11 pm
The intensity of Llyr's stare made Merope raise the silver seeds up, then move them back and forth just to see if the other boil would move along to follow the motion. "Um," he began, "Well yeah. I guess if you want to get fish?" He said uncertainly, "But you do a think for people to get seeds, which you can spend on something else... But what are you good at?" Merope asked, "Cause you have to be good at things to have a job doing those things. I think?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 9:30 pm
Llyr indeed followed the motions, his eyes tracing the path of the bag of seeds back and forth with a curiously expectant look on his pale, scaled face, as though he thought something magical was about to happen with them. A part of him wanted to reach out and grab it so that he could look at it more closely, but that might scare Merope off, so he refrained.
Barely. Llyrendil's shoulders drooped a little as he tried to figure out the answer to this particularly difficult question.
"Swimming," he said finally, taping a long finger against his jaw. "Swimming and flowers."
His expression was slightly sheepish. "Not much else."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 7:29 pm
Satisfied at his discovery, Merope slid the seeds back into his pocket and ignored the gentle clinking and clattering they made. His hands now freed, Merope scratched at an ear-fin as he thought. "We-elll," he began, "That's a start, I guess. What about flowers though? Do you... plant them?" Merope gave Llyr a shifty, sideways look as he asked.
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