Room 322, Thursday Morning

[living_endless]

The mortal incarnation of the anthropomorphic personification of life and death itself was propped up with pillows against the headboard of her bed, knitting something gray and maroon striped. She hadn't decided yet if it was going to grow up to be an afghan, or if she'd get bored by the time it was a scarf.

She was thinking, too. About Atropos'

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[noearsyet]

A day without classes meant a day that George was prone to mischief wandering.

His attention was caught by the knitting then the girl and poked his head into her room. "Be ye makin' a sweater?"

[living_endless]

"It's not sure what it wants to be when it grows up just yet," Didi said. "Probably depends on how much patience I have."

She put the knitting aside. "You can come in, if you want."

[noearsyet]

"Does th' wool talk t'ye?" he asked curiously. What? It was Fandom. He took her invitation at her word and came in, looking around curiously. "'M George. I don' think I've talked t'ye yet."

[living_endless]

"You haven't," Didi said easily, watching him come in. Her side of the room was a little more than the usual amount of messy, with clothes draped over things. A fish tank sat on the desk.

"And no, but it would be cool if it did! I just mean I'm not sure what I'm doing yet. Do you knit?"

[noearsyet]

"'M not a lass!" he protested immediately. That was, apparently, a no.

The fish tank was cool, and he eyed it, trying to see if there were any fish.

[living_endless]

"So what, your hands are broken?" Didi inquired. "Say hi to Slim and Wandsworth while you're over there. Slim's the big orange one."

[noearsyet]

George opened his mouth then eyed his hands then her. "No, me hands are fine...but 'm still not a lass so I can't be knittin'."

"They're too small t'eat. Are they for a cat?" he asked, bending down to see the fish. Someone hadn't ever heard of keeping fish for the sake of it before, no.

[living_endless]

"Oh. Obviously," Didi said, clearly teasing him. "If you knitted horrible things would happen to your masculinity."

"And uh, no, they're just pets. Were you talking to the blue girl?"

[noearsyet]

"T'would," he agreed seriously, turning to give her a mischievous wink. "I'd turn into a lass again and never, ever turn back. Be lookin' like Jaina for th' rest of me life."

Which wasn't really the worst thing that could happen to someone.

"Th' blue girl? No, I jus' - never did see fish as pets before." They didn't do anything. What was the point?

[living_endless]

"I don't know Jaina, but given the girls here, could that really be so bad?" Didi laughed, then explained.

"Illyria thought they were food too," she said. "And really, no fish as pets? I like mine a lot. They're relaxing."

[noearsyet]

"Well, aye, I'd rather be a pretty lass than an ugly one, but I do like bein' a lad meself," George said, snickering.

"Is Illyria really blue?" He shrugged. "We don't be havin' a lot of pets an' th' like at home anyway. Jus' if they can do somethin' mostly. People don' have th' copper t'feed somethin' that doesn't do much."

[living_endless]

"Blue-ish?" Didi said. "She has .. a bluish tone. And her hair is streaked. She's not a Smurf despite the username."

She nodded at what he was saying. "Yeah, I can see how in a place like that, any pet except a guard dog or a cat that caught rats would seem like a luxury."

[noearsyet]

"What's a-" George caught himself. He didn't really want to know. "I'll be keepin' me eyes out for her."

"Aye, like that. Though I never did meet a cat who'd catch anythin' on command." Also he hated guard dogs with a passion.

[living_endless]

"She's hard to miss," Didi said. "And no, they aren't much for that. I think that's why people like them, though. The independence." She shrugged one shoulder. "I'm more a dog person."

[noearsyet]

"So ye like things that are faithful and will bite on command?" he teased.

[living_endless]

"... as long as they don't bite me I'm all for it," Didi decided.