Determined Chibisopp is now marching to Krile's house. (Though it's your choice whether or not we quicklog this because two of my characters will be doing so).]
QL WATCH OUT HERE COMES DADDYVIMESstonyfacedFebruary 11 2011, 02:28:10 UTC
[Vimes didn't write anything down when Krile noted that Nova was gone. What was the point? No words would make anything better. They both knew this by now.
Instead he squashed down the anger - and what terrible anger it was, knowing that Krile had lost yet another companion, what burning anger came from the idea of this place making her cry again - and made a quick to the Bazaar. Hot cocoa wouldn't do it this time. Instead, he bought her some vegetarian curry and made some sweet, hot, milky tea. Something hot would do her good, he figured. With a piping hot bag of curry held under one arm and a thermos in one hand and her belated birthday present in the other, he raps on the door with his elbow.]
Krile, it's me, [he says through the door.] Let me in.
GOOD THING THERE ARE NO DARK DWARVESbal_daisyFebruary 11 2011, 02:32:57 UTC
[Krile lets go of the cat she's hugging at the moment and runs over to the door, then stops. She's been crying. It's terribly obvious that she's been crying and she knows that she'll just start crying again as soon as she opens the door and sees him. It's hard enough keeping it under control when she's her proper age. At five, it's impossible.
But she opens the door. There's no way she's going to make herself feel alone just because of some stupid tears and pride. She opens the door and only just manages to keep herself from latching onto his legs, what with his hands being full.]
OTHERWISE HE WOULD BE DEMANDING HIS COW B|stonyfacedFebruary 11 2011, 02:50:03 UTC
Hey, kid, [he says gently, and pushes his way inside before making a beeline for the kitchen table to put the curry down. It had burned the inside of his arm on his way here, but after he's done placing the objects down on the table, he beckons Krile to come closer.]
C'mere.
[It's all he says, because he's pretty sure she knows that that's permission for her to do whatever the hell she needs to to get it all out.]
IN NO UNCERTAN TERMSbal_daisyFebruary 11 2011, 03:16:52 UTC
[She stares at him when he rushes past, not hurt but puzzled. But when he speaks, she doesn't hesitate, running at him with her arms outstretched. For once she doesn't have any thoughts about it being silly or weak. She just needs to hold onto him.]
[She's crying again, rather loudly. She doesn't care.]
WHILE WAVING AN AXEstonyfacedFebruary 11 2011, 03:32:04 UTC
[He pats her back while he eases himself down onto a chair. He reaches out for his free hand to drag the second chair beside his own, and scoops Krile on it with ease so she can cry in comfort at least and wraps a strong arm around her shoulders.
Then eventually, he wraps his other arm around her. Somehow, it's easier to hug her when she's this small, and the motion of rubbing her back comes naturally. He can't say that it's okay, so instead he just says quietly, sympathetically,] I know.
AND A GOOSEBERRYbal_daisyFebruary 11 2011, 04:11:48 UTC
[She clings to him, struck by a sense of uncomfortable familiarity. Surely there were times when she was like this with Grandpa. But thinking that right now doesn't help her feel better at all.]
[She hopes desperately that Vimes won't disappear while she's holding onto him. So far, he still seems very real, very there. After a while her sobs peter out into sniffles, and she loosens her grip on him, though she doesn't make any move otherwise.]
Me too, [he says, and unwraps one arm to clumsily open up the thermos one handed. It takes some doing to take the cup bit off the top and to pour the tea in one handed. He ends up spilling a bit (the majority of it on his hand), but at least most of it made it into the cup.]
Here. Drink some of this. [The next command comes almost automatically, from some unconscious voice in the back of his head that he's hazily identified as his wife lecturing him from dimensions or worlds or quantums away.] Blow first.
[She watches as he opens the thermos, wincing a bit in sympathy as it spills on his hand. Hot tea and skin don't go well together.]
'nks.
[She obeys, blowing on the tea to cool it and taking a cautious sip. It's still a bit too hot, but it still feels nice going down and it's sweet. So she waits a moment and then sips again.]
[Now that her tiny hands are well wrapped around her cup of tea, Vimes busies himself with opening the carton of the curry. He slides it in front of her and sticks the plastic fork into it. It's not too healthy, but it's hot and soothing. At least, it's what Vimes usually eats whenever he's feeling particularly torn up about something; it tastes like home.]
After you're done with your tea, you should try to eat something, [he instructs. He's about to say how if she can only force a little bit down right now, she can put the rest in the icebox and heat it over the stove for later... but then remembers how small she is.
Maybe he'll write a note to Handmaiden a little later, say he's going to stay here during his shift. There's nothing right about leaving two little girls alone, although he's sure others will be coming to visit her soon. He wraps one arm around her again, and rests his other elbow on the table to prop his head up on his hand. He's rubbish with words, but somehow silence is inefficient.] It's not much of a
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[She isn't especially hungry, but she does know that she ought to eat or she'll be hungry later, and the curry smells heartier than a meal of peanut butter crackers would be. She takes another swallow of tea and carefully puts down the thermos cup on the table.]
Mm-hm. She was a really good friend. [But she's worried, still. And she would have liked to know her for longer.] I just wanna know...
[Right, she already said that. She reaches out and takes a bite of the curry.] What is this?
[He ignores her questions, since he doesn't really have any answer.]
It's curry. Klatchian, [he says, somewhat surprised that she's never tried it before. Then, realizing once again that she's not from his world, he adds,] Foreign food, more or less. It'll warm you up, at least.
[Yeah, she knows there aren't answers. She wishes there were, but they don't know them yet.]
Oh. 'Kay.
[She eats it more or less automatically. Now that the food is in front of her she's feeling hungry. A couple of forkfalls drop off, but she just catches them and eats them too.]
I'll take you to the stall one day. They're very into all that vegetarian stuff there. They even had this one thing with just spinach and cheese.
[Which he didn't get because it looked a bit terrifying to him. Mucky yellow stuff, that's the key.
He sits in silence and watches Krile eat, feeling rather happy about the fact that she's actually eating. He was worried that she was so sad that she'd starve herself, which is even worse in a tiny body.
After it looks like she's winding down a bit, he remembers that he had brought her birthday present.]
Oh yeah. It's a bit late, and I suppose now's not the time for happy birthdays, but I brought you your present. [He slides it over. It's... not very birthday looking, granted, being a plain brown box held together with tape. He had bought the red glass dragon figurine a while ago, figuring that it's something that a girl who likes dragons would like. The guy who made it said that it was pretty and talked about glasswork and how the light shone through it, but Vimes wasn't
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Okay. [She gets about three-quarters of the way through the curry and puts the fork down. That and tea is an odd combination, and the hot food combined with full stomach and just... exhaustion is making her feel quite sleepy.]
[She opens the box, then smiles some when she sees what's inside.] Oh! It's pretty. Thanks, Mr. Vimes.
[It's obviously very fragile, and she isn't going to touch it with curry-y hands, so she slides it back onto the table. When she's back to her normal self, she'll find somewhere nice--and out of reach of cats--to put it.]
Determined Chibisopp is now marching to Krile's house. (Though it's your choice whether or not we quicklog this because two of my characters will be doing so).]
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Instead he squashed down the anger - and what terrible anger it was, knowing that Krile had lost yet another companion, what burning anger came from the idea of this place making her cry again - and made a quick to the Bazaar. Hot cocoa wouldn't do it this time. Instead, he bought her some vegetarian curry and made some sweet, hot, milky tea. Something hot would do her good, he figured. With a piping hot bag of curry held under one arm and a thermos in one hand and her belated birthday present in the other, he raps on the door with his elbow.]
Krile, it's me, [he says through the door.] Let me in.
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But she opens the door. There's no way she's going to make herself feel alone just because of some stupid tears and pride. She opens the door and only just manages to keep herself from latching onto his legs, what with his hands being full.]
Hi.
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C'mere.
[It's all he says, because he's pretty sure she knows that that's permission for her to do whatever the hell she needs to to get it all out.]
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[She's crying again, rather loudly. She doesn't care.]
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Then eventually, he wraps his other arm around her. Somehow, it's easier to hug her when she's this small, and the motion of rubbing her back comes naturally. He can't say that it's okay, so instead he just says quietly, sympathetically,] I know.
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[She hopes desperately that Vimes won't disappear while she's holding onto him. So far, he still seems very real, very there. After a while her sobs peter out into sniffles, and she loosens her grip on him, though she doesn't make any move otherwise.]
I hope she's okay.
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Here. Drink some of this. [The next command comes almost automatically, from some unconscious voice in the back of his head that he's hazily identified as his wife lecturing him from dimensions or worlds or quantums away.] Blow first.
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'nks.
[She obeys, blowing on the tea to cool it and taking a cautious sip. It's still a bit too hot, but it still feels nice going down and it's sweet. So she waits a moment and then sips again.]
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After you're done with your tea, you should try to eat something, [he instructs. He's about to say how if she can only force a little bit down right now, she can put the rest in the icebox and heat it over the stove for later... but then remembers how small she is.
Maybe he'll write a note to Handmaiden a little later, say he's going to stay here during his shift. There's nothing right about leaving two little girls alone, although he's sure others will be coming to visit her soon. He wraps one arm around her again, and rests his other elbow on the table to prop his head up on his hand. He's rubbish with words, but somehow silence is inefficient.] It's not much of a ( ... )
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[She isn't especially hungry, but she does know that she ought to eat or she'll be hungry later, and the curry smells heartier than a meal of peanut butter crackers would be. She takes another swallow of tea and carefully puts down the thermos cup on the table.]
Mm-hm. She was a really good friend. [But she's worried, still. And she would have liked to know her for longer.] I just wanna know...
[Right, she already said that. She reaches out and takes a bite of the curry.] What is this?
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It's curry. Klatchian, [he says, somewhat surprised that she's never tried it before. Then, realizing once again that she's not from his world, he adds,] Foreign food, more or less. It'll warm you up, at least.
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Oh. 'Kay.
[She eats it more or less automatically. Now that the food is in front of her she's feeling hungry. A couple of forkfalls drop off, but she just catches them and eats them too.]
It tastes funny. [...] But nice.
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[Which he didn't get because it looked a bit terrifying to him. Mucky yellow stuff, that's the key.
He sits in silence and watches Krile eat, feeling rather happy about the fact that she's actually eating. He was worried that she was so sad that she'd starve herself, which is even worse in a tiny body.
After it looks like she's winding down a bit, he remembers that he had brought her birthday present.]
Oh yeah. It's a bit late, and I suppose now's not the time for happy birthdays, but I brought you your present. [He slides it over. It's... not very birthday looking, granted, being a plain brown box held together with tape. He had bought the red glass dragon figurine a while ago, figuring that it's something that a girl who likes dragons would like. The guy who made it said that it was pretty and talked about glasswork and how the light shone through it, but Vimes wasn't ( ... )
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[She opens the box, then smiles some when she sees what's inside.] Oh! It's pretty. Thanks, Mr. Vimes.
[It's obviously very fragile, and she isn't going to touch it with curry-y hands, so she slides it back onto the table. When she's back to her normal self, she'll find somewhere nice--and out of reach of cats--to put it.]
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