Gunter thought he heard something loud but the bed was comfortable and frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to leave it. Though, as he went to roll to his side, he felt something soft yet also felt something tugging at his head. It wasn't the typical delight he felt when someone pulled his hair, but actual discomfort. Sitting up, he didn't see
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But very quickly it was going downhill. The soldiers all gave him strange looks when all he said was hello on the training field. And when he asked the maid in the dining room for his usual toast and coffee for breakfast, she shook her head and told him to stop playing around. Two more maids came in, and the last had yelled at him, said he was wasting their time and to come back when he was ready to be taken seriously. He tried to get his breakfast on his own, but they wouldn't let him into the kitchen.
So now he was hungry, which was quickly killing him mood. What the hell was going on?
He sighed and looked up from his pouting to see a face he enjoyed seeing. Great! Maybe Gunter could get him some breakfast! "Gunter! Hey! You wouldn't believe the hell people are giving me toda... Are those ears on your head...?"
Of course, what came out sounded nothing like that. It sounded more like a jumble of vowels and rolling Ws with some slithry Ss thrown in for good measure.
(OOC: Went with the speaking another language option. ^^ Figure we've got enough animal-types.)
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"Josak, good morning. I can't quite understand you, but as you can see, something is quite amiss today."
His stomach growled a little and he put his hands against it. "I guess I should eat. Would you care to join me?"
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His own stomach rumbling at the prospect of, finally, getting some toast and coffee, he grabbed Gunter's arm. "Haey! Ste'l teg emos tsafkaerb. Eht sdiam tnow neve tel em ni eht nehctik!"
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He let himself get dragged along, trying to sort out this mystery as well as fill in Josak's blanks.
"I don't understand what happened, but I suspect Anissina did something that is causing everyone some level of inconvenience. These bunny ears could be useful in some situations, but not as a permenant fixture. To think it came with a tail as well!" His ears flopped against him as they went through the halls and they were rather annoying. But he wasn't without ideas. "Hey! Maybe you could write things down and get your requests that way! Or there's always fun with charades. It's a little more effort, but useful."
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When he found them back at the kitchen, he turned to Gunter and said, "toast." Only it came out as something else weird and garbled. And when he said it again, it came out as something else even more twisted up. What the hell?
How do you mime toast?
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He asked her for oatmeal, and he looked at Josak, trying to give a comforting smile before asking the maid to get him what he usually would eat and drink. Surely regulars would have some regular menu items.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Ok, honestly, this tail!" And then he got an idea.... "You are familiar with costumes from being a spy, right? After we eat, do you think you could help me find some way to manage this?"
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He simply nodded to Gunter's question, and slumped with his head in his hand as any excitement over finding something cute for Gunter to wear was squashed by his inability to say so.
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"You don't have to sit silent. Although I may not understand your words, perhaps I could learn! I've been rather good at learning new languages, with the exception of Holy Sand. To this day I can not grasp their tongue."
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The sheep-eared maid returned and set a plate and cup in front of him. The plate had a piece of non-toasted bread on it, and the cup had black tea. They did that on purpose; he knows they did.
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While he waited for her to return, he tried his best to give a multiple choice to Josak's breakfast. "You don't usually have this, do you? I suspect from your background that it's not tea you were after. Maybe coffee? As for the bread, did you want eggs or something on the bread? Butter or jam?"
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The bread was just wrong. He looked around, and spotted an unlit candle on the windowsill. Quickly rising to bring it back to the table, he held his bread over what would be the flame if it were lit. Toasting!
"Rettub dluow eb ecin oot," he admitted.
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"There we go, breakfast ordered." He smiled and stirred his oatmeal, claiming the unwanted tea for himself. He often put some cream and sugar in it, but black was fine sometimes too.
"I have something back at the room I've been meaning to give you since the star festival. I know it's a bit late, but I still would like you to have it."
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His toast arrived, in much better shape, and he gave his thanks. The maid gave him a wary look before wandering off. He slathered butter over the toast and shoved half of it in his mouth in one bite.
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He wished he could understand what he said, though. But he seemed surprised and somewhat glad, so he took it as a good thing.
Ah these infernal ears! Every time he lowered his head to eat, they would flop in the way. He reached up to tug on it in false hope they would just come off, but no, it was only a ridiculous amount of pain. "I guess I'm stuck with these for now. The sheep ears that girl has would be much easier to manage..."
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But the tail was still shoved uncomfortably in his pants. It was more of a reason to finish his breakfast faster. "You're more than welcome to gently play with those while I eat. Then I'll be able to get these pants off much faster -" He quickly added to his thought, "to deal with this tail, of course."
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