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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 4:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 8:59 pm
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Fingers scruffed through his wild beard, Ielin made his way down to the dining hall. He'd cleaned up after his chores, and had sat in front of a hand mirror for a long while as he debated on whether to attempt to tame the wild scruff on his face. It was clean, at least. But on the dryer side. A certain other candidate was starting to get at him, and with a huff he'd decided to just take his meal and try to forget the tunnelsnake of a man.
He's almost there when the audible snap of Between in his ear makes him shiver, feeling Waves' tiny claws settle into his shoulder. "Easy, buddy." The already nervous flitter was utterly shaking--likely feeding off his emotions. "Sorry, been a rough day. How about a snack?" The firelizard in question whistled low, butting his little blue head against Ielin's cheek.
The candidate goes to take a plateful, loading enough to keep his stocky build full. Waves snaked down his arm, tugging at a piece of wherry as he eyed the seats. While he very could try to find a seat by himself, he's been chastised for trying to connect and make friends. Perhaps it was time to try?
Approaching a fellow candidate, Ielin cleared his throat softly, looking somewhere above the candidate's eyebrow. Eye contact was hard some days. "Do you, ah, mind if I sit with you..?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2018 1:48 pm
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“Thank you.” It’s more of an awkward mumble, shifting to sit the plate down more carefully than he took a seat, as Waves had decided to perch himself awkwardly on his hand to eat. The firelizard tugged the slice of meat with him, curling up with his back against Ielin’s chest to eat.
“Oh yeah. He definitely knows meal time.” He chuckles gently, playing with the curling tip of his firelizard’s tail as he ripped into a meatroll with his free hand in some practiced maneuver. Waves tended to be calmer when he was pressed against him in some manner.
Ielin chewed over the bite of meatroll, feeling some of the tension drain out of him. “She’s quite pretty.” He complimented, watching with a hint of a smile as she waited to be fed. “This is Waves, and I’m Ielin.” The piece of meat still clutched in his jaw, Waves seemed to finally notice that there were others -- specifically Siren, and the little blue tensed under Ielin’s hand.
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