Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Nov 23, 2010 20:00:07 GMT -5
"You kiss like my mother."
It was a knee jerk kind of reaction to the peck on his cheek, and while it probably was meant to be closer to a compliment it failed to come off the right way. He did love his mother after all, she was always a comforting presence to go to after being thwacked in the head by projectile rocks and snowballs. Courtesy of his brother Moulah of course. But the fact of the matter was that he sounded much more like he was posing a challenge to Dorava... why did she have to act like an old maid? She could surely do better than that! But he was much to oblivious to realize the meta-message his tone provided and just kept moving on.
He grumbled a response about his plans for assassination, schizophrenically switching back and forth between how seriously he actually took them, "I will...I will....no. I won't. I shouldn't tell you and get you involved, t-then you will have to take the fall when I get caught," tossing and turning came with the territory and he seemed to fight with another one of the pillows, grabbing it and forcing it into a hug, "But I wouldn't worry, its not for a while. I'll gather the balls to do it.... uhm, in about a Turn or so," and he'd let her know of the outlook then, if he remembered, he was saying some pretty goofy things after all.
Feeling rather rebellious and petty - being tired seemed to drain his maturity every bit as much as it did his cognitive abilities - he rolled over to his side again to watch the woman dim the glows in the room. Though the darkness that blanketed them made it a tad bit of a challenge to follow her movements, he squinted through it all regardless, asking her, "So what are you going to do if I just lay here awake the whole time? Won't it make you late for drills too? Am I starting wing wide rebellion without even trying?" He honestly didn't think that it would take too much longer before he was out anyway. Getting things off his chest admittedly did more than the massage, but either way the greenrider was sort of instrumental in his rest.
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Post by dragon on Nov 23, 2010 23:15:08 GMT -5
Dorava laughed, settling back into a chair again, crossing one leg over the other. "I kiss like your mother do I?" She asked, clearly amused despite how it sounded coming from him. Though it was somewhat tempting to rise to his implied challenge, she wasn't going to. Her morals and ethics wouldn't let her. So instead, she returned words for words. "Was your momma a good kisser?"
Well, sortof. The matter of assassination rambling and bumbling along half into the pillow he was hugging like an upset child ... that she let pass with an understanding ear but no comment. It was something he needed to let out, but not something she needed to help perpetuate by gracing it with a comment. Besides ... as confused as he was talking, nothing she could offer in return would make much sense at all. So she just left it alone for what it was, instead just smiling slightly, knowingly, as he rambled onward. Letting him get it off his chest.
"Well ... " she started, in answer to his further questions. "I am going to sit here until I leave. Even if you don't sleep, at least you're resting. Not getting up and toadying about. Better than nothing, even if not ideal. When it is time for me to leave, I will go. But no, I don't think you're starting a wing wide rebellion. It's much earlier than you think it is, see." Unfortunately, she could also see that he was rapidly undoing all of her tucking job with his tossing and flailing about in his furs. Even the pillow was wandering from its destined location. Getting back to her feet, she stepped over to fix that, tugging on the furs to straighten them out again. Before they hit the floor, and he felt compelled to get up and go after them. Or not. Whatever. "Either way, you should sleep." she told him, deciding that trying to extract the poor pillow from that hug was probably going to be a futile attempt that would probably defeat the point of getting him to rest. So instead she looked around for a new pillow to place where it used to reside.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Nov 24, 2010 1:23:35 GMT -5
"Ew no," he replied quickly and oblivious still to his previous words, forgetting what implications he may or may not have inadvertently thrown in there, "but my mother kissed me on the cheek a lot like you just did," he wouldn't dare try and do his impression of her voice as soft as his own was it would never really do any woman justice, "and pinched my cheek, and I pretended to hate it, but it made me feel better," there he admitted it, he liked attention just like everyone else on the planet. He had just hidden the fact for the past thirty five or so turns. Nowadays he wished that he hadn't been so dismissive of his mother, he didn't have a whole lot of time with her, but he supposed thirteen turns was a lot more than most people got with theirs.
For a moment, as he closed his eyes, he thought he had finally fallen asleep. A good thing too, because if a fully aware version of himself had heard most of what he was saying he would just about die. Sadly enough, sleep deprivation made Mi'rah into something of a putz, but if that wasn't enough, he was quick to figure out that he wasn't sleeping at all, and for whatever sharding reason Dorava was meddling with his blankets. Hey now! Her fingers might have even danced upon his skin a bit and he twitched under the touch; ticklish enough to try and retaliate with a few swats of his hands.
"I don't t-toady about..." he thought about that a second before recanting the statement, "W-well, sometimes I do, but not as badly as once before...point is that you're tickling me..." because the two things totally were relevant to each other, and he defensively curled up further until he made a virtual burrito out of the covers with himself and the pillow wrapped up inside. Can't get to him now could she? Of course he couldn't move all that well now either, so how exactly she was going to manage to get a pillow under his big empty head he didn't exactly know, but was interested to find out. Anymore it was like a part of him was just daring Dorava to tolerate him.
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Post by dragon on Nov 24, 2010 17:43:34 GMT -5
One brow rose slightly above the other. "Okay. So if I get that right, she wasn't a good kisser, but you liked it." Strange, strange logic there. "Well, you can rest assured I won't be pinching your cheek." Dorava laughed. That he'd just admitted to liking attention didn't even occur to her ... to her mind it was normal and she just naturally assumed everyone did. Positive attention anyway... who liked negative attention? Only the perverse, she was sure. Even she liked good attention. Problem was, it was so very hard to come by. But she understood the sentiment; she had loved attention from her mother, too. But on that thought ... she really didn't want to come across to anyone as a knock off of people's mothers. That was ... not what she wanted, no.
"Hey, quit that." Dorava smacked his hands in return, though lightly. "I'm trying to work, here." It did seem rather ridiculous, the whole thing. She had most assuredly not come here to get into a panty-waisted limp-fingered swatting-patting contest with her wingleader! But it was hilarious at the same time.
"You do too toady about. Everyone toadies about in one way or another." Dorava answered. "Now hold still." Really now, was all this necessary? "Argh!" She said, as he completely ruined it worse and proceeded to wrap up in it like an absurd mummy. Finally, she just straightened, and laughed at him. "You look like a pregnant tamale." But hey ... all by himself he'd assured that he wasn't going to be getting up any time soon. She tugged on the upper edges of the blanket, and then patted them down in place. Casting about, she soon found a shirt ... or something ... she wasn't quite sure what it was. Maybe it was a jacket. Having the glows shut off kinda made it hard to tell. Anyway, she folded that up and stuffed that under his head in lieu of the pillow that was securely wrapped away in the blankets. "Silly old man." Dorava accused, good-naturedly.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Nov 25, 2010 11:56:39 GMT -5
"No...I mean..." he was never good at expressing what he was thinking...he probably would have failed any art class that he theoretically would have taken. Instead of finger painting he would have wanted a brush and he would have been twice as likely to give an informative speech than talk about his feelings. All in all he was, as they say, tightly wound... though the years have caused him to fray just a little, "I mean that I don't know if she was good or not....thankfully. Its my mother, she only kissed me on the cheek. Hence, you kiss like my mother," there was that really so hard? Mi'rah thought it made perfect sense.
Unlike Dorava's next statement. He didn't think he looked like the child bearing type much less like a tamale and rather thought his wingmember was approaching levels of ridiculous, "So I take it you've seen a pregnant tamale before? What do pregnant tamales give birth to? If I may ask..." Oh he knew she wasn't being literal, but the rider so often found that he liked to pick on people's word choices, especially since his clear exaggerations earlier were taken as truth by her.
He gave up though, quickly coming to the conclusion that he should be a little bit nicer. Bringing up his mother only reminded him that she would have a fit if he wasn't minding his manners and being the ultimate example of politeness that Lemos had to offer. Lifting his head for the make shift pillow - wasn't there an actual one somewhere in the room? - he rested again with a sigh, "I am a silly old man aren't I? I must be making up for a lost childhood or something..." Or maybe age just reminded you that you had less and less time left and that one should let go to the ridiculous nothing that a mere mortal could hold it all together.
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Post by dragon on Nov 25, 2010 16:32:19 GMT -5
Dorava laughed a bit, and grinned at him. "Well, where else would you like me to kiss?" She asked, deliberately being difficult. "Personally I think you had a very bad mother if that's the only place she kissed you. I mean ... momma kisses are the best remedy for all kinds of small booboos that hurt far disproportionately to their actual damage size." She gave a firm, wise, all-knowing nod, and then grinned again.
Only to be followed by another laugh. "No, I've never seen a pregnant tamale." She answered. "But I can pretend, can't I? Ummmm ... I would imagine more tamales. Or at least little grunters that can be turned into more tamales? I dunno. I've never witnessed a tamale-birthing session." This really was getting absurd all over again, in a really strange, twisted, hilarious fashion. Mi'rah was apparently a very interesting character when he was tired and should be sleeping. Which reminded her ... he should be sleeping.
"Maybe! But don't worry about it, truly. Haven't you heard that everyone gets a second childhood?" She asked. "Besides, being silly isn't a bad thing. Balm for the soul." A few more tweaks here and there, and she decided that she should really leave him alone. "Now, you should start practicing your sleep routine." Dorava reminded, just in case he'd forgotten. He sure was being chatty for a person that should be sawing logs with wild abandon.
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Post by Lotty on Nov 27, 2010 19:22:50 GMT -5
Had he been a little more awake and a little more lucid he would have taken great offense to what Dorava had said. She had spoke ill of his mother, and felt awfully self conscious as he tried to think back to the last time his mother kissed a bruise, bump, or scrape. He gave up on the endeavor though, realizing it to be a battle he didn't want to fight. Too sleepy for that, and the greenrider hadn't really meant anything by it. At least he didn't think so...hoped so... and he shut his eyes with little resistance or reply for the woman.
Lying there he was regretful that he hadn't thought to con (or at least whatever his version of a con was) her into continuing the massage again. Sure if anybody were to find out - and weyr gossips were sharding good - then the innocent action could easily be skewed scandalous, but even then she would have to rub through the blanket, or you know, undo all of her work and take it off. It looked like the idea would have to be shoved off to the side and the man groaned his defeat as he adjusted the pillow against his body.
"No...I've never heard that..." he muttered into his shirt-pillow as Doppelganger moved onto the bed and positioned himself on Mi'rah's neck. The brown salamandyr knew no other way, and slept there in that spot every night...well on the nights that his bonded made it to bed anyway. Regardless it was a sign that the bronzerider was finally dosing off, but not without thanking his caretaker, "Thank you. I'll have you know....you're my super secret wingsecond. The problem with being secret is though...you can't tell anyone, and its really more responsibility than it is privileges," because there was none, because the wingleader had completely made it up that second right before finally succumbing to his exhaustion.
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Post by dragon on Nov 30, 2010 23:02:04 GMT -5
Dorava smiled slightly as Mi'rah finally dozed off. Finally! She reached down and patted Doppleganger on the top of his head with a fingertip. "Let me know when he wakes up, okay?" She whispered, before quietly padding her way back to the foodstuffs she had brought in. She took a moment to cover both the buns that were left and the pitcher of klah; though cold, both should still be quite edible and tasty by the time he woke up.
She paused long enough to look back at the dark-shrouded form that was supposedly Mi'rah, satisfied that he was indeed asleep and not faking it. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she turned and quietly padded her way back out of the room. Very very gently, she pulled the door shut behind her after she'd left, making sure to not make a sound with it.
Once in the hall, she walked more normally, headed back to her own weyr where she would change into attire more appropriate to the drills she was fixing to go attend. She had to hurry though; she still had to inform G'tor that he was taking over the drill for the day, as well as give him Mi'rah's instructions. Even though they rather went without saying; common sense would point those out.
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