[ he notes the slight sharpness to her tone, but he doesn't think on it. whatever clarisse's trauma is, he doesn't really care. she called him; she's keeping him away from kicking george and martha's asses for luring him into taking the longest nap of his life. even when he'd been on the streets, fending for himself, he'd never slept for this long. he can't even recall when he'd awoken, but he knows he went for his morning run, despite it snowing, and collapsed into bed instead of taking the medieval equivalent of a shower. ]
[ maia's still making a fuss until he steps toward her, the movement silencing her. when he takes a step backward, she begins to howl again. he doesn't even realise he's slipped into another tongue as he keeps his eye on maia, energetic and quiet the moment he takes another step toward her. ] Una mucca. [ how does one describe calliope? it's near impossible to find anything in the english language. she's the mother of cows, the big sister of the small herd he had been given as a boon for christmas, and — ] A pain in my ass. [ but he says it more fondly than he'd like. ]
[ thinking maia will remain behind his foot, propped up against the doorframe as he blocks her from leaping into the door itself, he unlocks it, it clicking and whirring and buzzing slightly over the locket as he holds it by his waist. his intricate lock system is still a work in process, but it's kept the fox at bay so far. the moment his door sighs open, maia leaps over his foot. ] Hey! Arrêtez! [ he's since learned she much likes it when he speaks to her in french, liking the other languages as he talks to her and teaches her how to not be a reckless little fox. george and martha have revealed as much, informing him quietly it makes her feel special, as he takes to speaking in english to them. she bolts down the corridor — ] Reviens! [ — and around the corner. ] Merde.
[ his door slams shut as he bolts down the corridor, feet pounding along the floor before he disconnects. ]
voice » DISCONNECT.
[ maia's still making a fuss until he steps toward her, the movement silencing her. when he takes a step backward, she begins to howl again. he doesn't even realise he's slipped into another tongue as he keeps his eye on maia, energetic and quiet the moment he takes another step toward her. ] Una mucca. [ how does one describe calliope? it's near impossible to find anything in the english language. she's the mother of cows, the big sister of the small herd he had been given as a boon for christmas, and — ] A pain in my ass. [ but he says it more fondly than he'd like. ]
[ thinking maia will remain behind his foot, propped up against the doorframe as he blocks her from leaping into the door itself, he unlocks it, it clicking and whirring and buzzing slightly over the locket as he holds it by his waist. his intricate lock system is still a work in process, but it's kept the fox at bay so far. the moment his door sighs open, maia leaps over his foot. ] Hey! Arrêtez! [ he's since learned she much likes it when he speaks to her in french, liking the other languages as he talks to her and teaches her how to not be a reckless little fox. george and martha have revealed as much, informing him quietly it makes her feel special, as he takes to speaking in english to them. she bolts down the corridor — ] Reviens! [ — and around the corner. ] Merde.
[ his door slams shut as he bolts down the corridor, feet pounding along the floor before he disconnects. ]