[ the hug shouldn't be a surprise to him, but it still is. maybe it always will be — to be greeted with affection rather than the tenseness of bones or even disgruntlement is new after years of being in the company of kronos and various monsters. kelli had always been hanging off of him, trailing her fingers over every slip of flesh she could get her hands on. he hadn't felt much like himself than he did a piece of meat — he supposes that's the price one pays when they engage with monsters. from kronos who reduced him to just a vessel to kellil who looked at him like he was a meal for her to dig into, he'd lost a good chunk of himself during the years he had spent away from camp. one arm wraps around her waist lightly, palm pressing against the centre of her back. his hand slides down to her hip to settle there lightly. ]
[ he isn't watching the dogs as he's watching her. looking down, he misses padfoot by a few seconds before he's running after the foxes, too. he looks at her, brows raised, ] Yeah, they're 'round the back. [ and it isn't with humour injected in his tone he even says it, misreading her for taking her joke seriously, as his four cows are quiet today, grazing outside his window as they chatter amongst themselves about the knights he knows they were perving on a few days ago. ]
[ stepping away from her, he turns, inviting her without word or gesture into his room as he leaves his door open and ignores the fact he's lost half of his zoo the moment she knocked. they'll come back, today or tomorrow — if they're to take a journey throughout glaschu, he knows the four cows will gladly sneak them back inside if he's not to be there to open the front door. he moves to his bed, opening a bag and shoving a shirt he's folded roughly inside of it. ] I won't lie, I'm kind of excited to be going somewhere new. [ even if he's to travel all over the drabwurld, he doubts he'll ever be bored with seeing the mountains in winter or summer, castles during different parts of the year, as it's all an adventure to him. ]
[ he grins and looks at her, ] Wonder if I can get my hands on this blood granite. [ thieving it, like indiana jones. but it's clearly a joke, one that no one wouldn't take as a potential threat as luke has always thieved what has been thought to be unattainable. ]
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[ he isn't watching the dogs as he's watching her. looking down, he misses padfoot by a few seconds before he's running after the foxes, too. he looks at her, brows raised, ] Yeah, they're 'round the back. [ and it isn't with humour injected in his tone he even says it, misreading her for taking her joke seriously, as his four cows are quiet today, grazing outside his window as they chatter amongst themselves about the knights he knows they were perving on a few days ago. ]
[ stepping away from her, he turns, inviting her without word or gesture into his room as he leaves his door open and ignores the fact he's lost half of his zoo the moment she knocked. they'll come back, today or tomorrow — if they're to take a journey throughout glaschu, he knows the four cows will gladly sneak them back inside if he's not to be there to open the front door. he moves to his bed, opening a bag and shoving a shirt he's folded roughly inside of it. ] I won't lie, I'm kind of excited to be going somewhere new. [ even if he's to travel all over the drabwurld, he doubts he'll ever be bored with seeing the mountains in winter or summer, castles during different parts of the year, as it's all an adventure to him. ]
[ he grins and looks at her, ] Wonder if I can get my hands on this blood granite. [ thieving it, like indiana jones. but it's clearly a joke, one that no one wouldn't take as a potential threat as luke has always thieved what has been thought to be unattainable. ]