(no subject)

[untempered]

Who: anyone
When: Day 27, evening
Where: Apartment Z
What: TABLEGASM

[So there's been drama, there's been hangovers, there's been nature violence and there's been the drudgery of daily life. But who cares about that. The door to Z is open and Noric is in the middle of the room, studying the ebony, fancy looking furniture item that just appeared there.]

...I'm almost loathe to admit this... but I kind of want to sleep on it, just because I can.

[Oh yes. Apartment Z got a table.]

Comments

[intellectum]

[shrugs]

I wonder.

[hyanaimne]

I do not say such things lightly, my dear scholar.

[intellectum]

I'm not insulting you.

[hyanaimne]

Oh, I know that.

[intellectum]

[?]

Then?

[hyanaimne]

It was a compliment in your favor.

[intellectum]

Ah. I see.

[hyanaimne]

Not used to them?

[intellectum]

They're rare.

[hyanaimne]

A shame, that. I find you to be rather good company. And a bit charming, but in your own way.

[intellectum]

[hesitates]

Well. I can't fault it.

[hyanaimne]

Why do you say that?

[intellectum]

Should I be saying something else?

[hyanaimne]

My, should you?

[though, she waves a hand] We do not need to speak of it, though.

[intellectum]

...

[hyanaimne]

I simply think there is more to you that people do not see.

[intellectum]

There's nothing to see.

[hyanaimne]

Of course.

[intellectum]

Of course.