Sometimes, people tell me random things and then stories happen. Like that time a friend told me to write a Doctor Who stapler monster. Stuff like that
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Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 4.1bendingsignpostJuly 17 2011, 21:15:25 UTC
He looks up when she enters, startled. Why, she’s not sure.
“Fresh blanket,” she says. Holding it in a bundle makes her feel sloppy, especially compared to his neat folds. She’s been working at the shop for ages and she doesn’t think she’ll ever make folds that crisp. The blanket goes on the floor and she gathers up the dirty one, needing to tug it away from him. “And your book.”
“That’s a children’s book,” he says.
“Hey,” she says. “That’s Harry Potter. Everyone loves Harry Potter.”
He looks sceptical. It’s adorable.
“Is that going to be enough food for now?” she asks. “I’ve never done this before, I don’t know how much to feed you.”
He hesitates.
“Hungry, got it.”
Back out, back in. He already has the book open, has his little light on and angled at the pages.
“I’m going to leave this here,” she tells him, putting the bread down in the bag it came in.
“Mmhm,” he acknowledges absently. He’s got what he wants and now he’s barely paying attention. She was right, he is such a cat.
She rolls her eyes and stifles a yawn. “Good dawning,” she says, a pointed reminder that manners exist. It gets nothing out of him, naturally, but she feels better for saying it. She goes to bed and falls asleep wondering if she should get him some socks.
“Fresh blanket,” she says. Holding it in a bundle makes her feel sloppy, especially compared to his neat folds. She’s been working at the shop for ages and she doesn’t think she’ll ever make folds that crisp. The blanket goes on the floor and she gathers up the dirty one, needing to tug it away from him. “And your book.”
“That’s a children’s book,” he says.
“Hey,” she says. “That’s Harry Potter. Everyone loves Harry Potter.”
He looks sceptical. It’s adorable.
“Is that going to be enough food for now?” she asks. “I’ve never done this before, I don’t know how much to feed you.”
He hesitates.
“Hungry, got it.”
Back out, back in. He already has the book open, has his little light on and angled at the pages.
“I’m going to leave this here,” she tells him, putting the bread down in the bag it came in.
“Mmhm,” he acknowledges absently. He’s got what he wants and now he’s barely paying attention. She was right, he is such a cat.
She rolls her eyes and stifles a yawn. “Good dawning,” she says, a pointed reminder that manners exist. It gets nothing out of him, naturally, but she feels better for saying it. She goes to bed and falls asleep wondering if she should get him some socks.
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