[York pillows his head on folded arms and watches North and Rascal.
Prone and too heavy to move, he gives every impression of planning to stay there, if not conk right the hell out, for the rest of the night. He gives every impression of comfortable ease--except for how carefully he's watching. How at ease he is not.
But his words run in the familiar, even tone North would get when they'd run into each other late at night on the MoI; gentler than his day voice, something he can hold serious conversations in without being grave.]
Dunno how he got out of your room, though. Crafty little escape artist. Maybe I should teach him my tricks, get me a protégé in the making.
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[York pillows his head on folded arms and watches North and Rascal.
Prone and too heavy to move, he gives every impression of planning to stay there, if not conk right the hell out, for the rest of the night. He gives every impression of comfortable ease--except for how carefully he's watching. How at ease he is not.
But his words run in the familiar, even tone North would get when they'd run into each other late at night on the MoI; gentler than his day voice, something he can hold serious conversations in without being grave.]
Dunno how he got out of your room, though. Crafty little escape artist. Maybe I should teach him my tricks, get me a protégé in the making.