[Beckoning Stripes up onto the bed so that the pup can sit next to North and Rascal, Carolina shifts herself backward and crosses her legs to get comfortable.
Nothing wrong with three grown ass adults spending the night together after someone's nightmares, right?]
...He's already pretty smart. He went to find York as soon as he could, it looks like.
[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.
[Well, he's not too heavy to move, but that would require energy that North doesn't have at the moment. The familiar tone puts him more at ease, reminds him with a pang of years ago walking the halls of the MoI with a scared little voice in his head. It feels like forever since he's heard that little voice.
He holds onto Rascal just a little tighter. Rascal's shaking has calmed down some, but he's still latched on as best as he can when North doesn't have a shirt on.]
Is that so? You were looking out for me, weren't you little guy?
[His tone is soft and gentle, a lot more like his normal than it was a couple minutes ago. He has to jump right back up to "fine," lest he worry York and Carolina any more than he already has.]
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Nothing wrong with three grown ass adults spending the night together after someone's nightmares, right?]
...He's already pretty smart. He went to find York as soon as he could, it looks like.
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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.
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He holds onto Rascal just a little tighter. Rascal's shaking has calmed down some, but he's still latched on as best as he can when North doesn't have a shirt on.]
Is that so? You were looking out for me, weren't you little guy?
[His tone is soft and gentle, a lot more like his normal than it was a couple minutes ago. He has to jump right back up to "fine," lest he worry York and Carolina any more than he already has.]