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Theo: so. evil wraiths. >.>
Artamir: Yes?
Theo: I gave one a cookie *nods*
Artamir: ...why would you give a wraith cookies?
Theo: he asked.
Artamir: *eyedart* No more wraiths for you. *pets*
Theo: >.> I can handle wraiths. I have many baked goods on hand.
Artamir: I don't think baked goods can pacify them.
Theo: but they can distract!
Artamir: Still. No talking to wraiths. Or being around them in general.
Theo: he showed up.
Artamir: You didn't have to talk to him.
Theo: but that would have been rude.
Artamir: Not in the case of a wraith.
Theo: >.> he just ate the cookies.
Artamir: Good. Next time you see one, get away. Come find me or something.
Theo: ¬.¬
Artamir: *raises a brow* Yes?
Theo: I'm not running away from someone I can pacify with a cookie.
Artamir: He could have been pretending.
Theo: not running away. >.>
Artamir: e.e Fine. Don't run away. I'm just trying to keep you safe.
Theo: I am always perfectly safe. *solemn look*
Artamir: *eyedart* of course you are.
Theo: >.> so there
Artamir: *nuzzle* Just be careful.
Theo: aren't you supposed to be off being dramatic? >.>
Artamir: Should I be?
Theo: I dunno. What are adult men supposed to do when the king gets killed?
Artamir: Find who did it and kill them. But it's hard to kill a wraith who has a
shield surrounding her. We'll find a way to get rid of her, it's just going to take a little more time than prefered. In the meantime, you should join Firiel outside of this area.
Theo: >.> but that sounds boring.
Artamir: ....better bored and safe than in danger.
Theo: Gimme a sword.
Artamir: You know how to use one?
Theo: I've threatened you with one, haven't I?
Artamir: ...true. I'll get one from the armory.
Theo: good. I lost mine again
Artamir: Again? O.o
Theo: ...yes.
Artamir: *shakes head* All right. I should get that now so you can have it.
Theo: kay...
Artamir: *goes off to the armory and gets a sword* *brings it back and gives to Theo*
Theo: *tests it*
Artamir: What do you think?
Theo: bit too light.
Artamir: ...perhaps you should come to the armory with me and pick one that suits you.
Theo: *pecks Artamir on the cheek* but it'll work fine.
Artamir: Good. *wraps an arm around Theo's shoulder* Be careful with that.
Theo: I'm not delicate, damnit >.>
Artamir: No, but people can be irresponsible sometimes and hurt themselves.
Theo: *slips out of Artamir's arm and goes to the kitchen*
Artamir: *follows, careful not to get too close*
Six: *eating*
Artamir: *sees Six* .... great. *follows Theo*
Theo: I'm supposed to run away from you. Or wave this sword around and shriek like a little girl.
Six: that's no fun. Where's the milk?
Theo: *fetches a glass*
Artamir: .......*sighs and follows Theo still*
Theo: *serves*
Six: thank you. Terrorize, terrorize, etc.
Artamir: *to Six* What's your name?
Six: Six.
Artamir: Ah. *watches him*
Six: *resumes eating*
Artamir: *looks at Theo* Were you hungry?
Theo: Sorry, performing constant vigilance.
Artamir: Oh?
Theo: yes. In case he tries to kill me or something.
Six: >.>
Artamir: Mmm. That's what I'm here for. If you're hungry, get something to eat.
Six: *grabs Theo's wrist and teleports them both*
Artamir: o.o
Theo: *reappears a half hour later in Artamir's room* o.o
Artamir: *still in the kitchen, surprised*
Theo: *curls up in the bed and falls asleep until Artamir shows up*
Artamir: *wanders back to his room, looking around for the wraith*
Theo: *zzz*
Artamir: *sees Theo and sits in a chair next to the bed, watching*
Theo: *tugs the pillow closer and stays asleep*
Artamir: *keeps watch*
Theo: *wakes up after a while* mm. hi
Artamir: Hi. Are you all right?
Theo: I was offered a check-up?
Artamir: Oh. By the wraith? O.o
Theo: yes.
Artamir: A wraith offered you a check-up.
Theo: Yes, Artamir.
Artamir: Why? O.o
Theo: because he's a healer. *rests on his elbows*
Artamir: Ah. *shakes head* How strange. Are you all right?
Theo: I'm horribly ill and traumatized.
Artamir: Can I get you anything?
Theo: naw. I'm good.
Artamir: All right. Did he hurt you?
Theo: no.
Theo: I'm swordless again, though
Artamir: Damn. We'll get you another one. >.<
Theo: I lose more swords that way.
Artamir: You'd rather be without one?
Theo: want sword.
Artamir: All right. *sighs* Do you want to come with me this time?
Theo: I feel like hiding in bed. You're welcome to join me.
Artamir: ...*clambers in*
Theo: *nuzzle*
Artamir: *eyedart* *kiss*
Theo: *hugs* I swear the wraith didn't do anything >.>
Artamir: All right. *nuzzles* We'll have to keep you away, though, so he doesn't teleport you anywhere again. >.<
Theo: ¬.¬
Artamir: *raises a brow* Yes?
Theo: wouldn't teleporting indicate that if he wanted to do something to me, he could just find me without any problem no matter where you stowed me away?
Artamir: Likely. But we can try.
Theo: *pats*
Artamir: *nuzzle*
Theo: stick with my I'm not delicate beliefs.
Artamir: Of course. Not delicate. *brushes Theo's hair*
Theo: very much not so.
Artamir: *nods and kisses*
Theo: no matter what you think
Artamir: All right, Thea. No matter what I think, you are not delicate.
Theo: so there. *sticks his tongue out*
Artamir: *pets lightly*
Theo: do I have to kill something nasty to prove it?
Artamir: No. I believe you. You're not delicate.
Theo: hmph.
Artamir: *nuzzles* Don't believe me?
Theo: no, no I don't.
Artamir: What would you like me to do to prove it?
Theo: I dunno. How would you prove it?
Artamir: I'm not sure.
Theo: then we shall all die.
Artamir: *pets* I wouldn't be so pessimistic.
Theo: x_x
Artamir: Thea?
Theo: *plays dead*
Artamir: *kisses Theo's forehead and pats lightly* Thea?
Theo: *no breathing or pulse*
Artamir: o.o *shakes gently*
Theo: *doesn't move*
Artamir: o.o Thea? *shakes a bit harder*
Theo: *is shaken* *doesn't react*
Artamir: >.< Damnit, Thea, wake up!
Theo: if I have to.
Artamir: *exhales* my god. Don't do that again.
Theo: *kisses* Sorry.
Theo: make it up to you?
Artamir: *nuzzles* Please do. *hugs*
Theo: *makes it up to him* :D
Artamir: Yay :D