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Who: shiminon, ofasandgoddess
When: 09-24 - Late Night (Because I said so.)
Where: TD-37 - Shinon's Room
What: Nabooru is bringing Shinon his dodongo. ;3; And saying goodbye to a faithful friend. And saying hello to a douche bag.
Warnings: None, I think.
"How about you just give it to me, face to face? I don't have a problem with that, and I sure as hell hope you don't."
It was very sharp of the tongue from him. But then, Shinon had always been naturally curt, even with her. She hadn't really wanted to go see him. Two-thirds of her hadn't. One-third had, just to confirm he was actually there. But most of it she didn't, because it meant giving Tapasvi back. Not that Tapasvi was really his, but more or less that the dodongo would probably much prefer Shinon's company to hers. Poor demented creature. But then it took a sourpuss to know one, she guessed.
The rest of her reluctance was based on personal feelings, which she desperately wanted to squash down and pretend didn't exist. And it was going to be hard. Hard to see him, hard to talk to him, hard to be around him. And she was under the assumption she wouldn't do anything like that at all. After all, to him, it was probably nothing. And if it was nothing to him, why should it have been anything to her? One-sided affection. She was a tool of convenience and nothing more.
Tapasvi followed after her dutifully, even up the stairs like they were no big deal. But then, he was still remotely small. Not as large as the ones in the cavern by the city of the Gorons. (And she didn't want one of those, honestly.) At her waist, a satchel of gems, the ones she'd gotten the day she met up with Byrne and took him to the forest. And the rest of her...
Well. The rest of her looked like Nabooru. The Nabooru Shinon knew anyway.
She stopped at his door and looking down to the dodongo for a moment, she gave a nod, as though she were reassuring herself. "Yes, I know. There's a song like that. It's now or never. Don't know who did it, but I really hate the song." And then she knocked succinctly.
When: 09-24 - Late Night (Because I said so.)
Where: TD-37 - Shinon's Room
What: Nabooru is bringing Shinon his dodongo. ;3; And saying goodbye to a faithful friend. And saying hello to a douche bag.
Warnings: None, I think.
"How about you just give it to me, face to face? I don't have a problem with that, and I sure as hell hope you don't."
It was very sharp of the tongue from him. But then, Shinon had always been naturally curt, even with her. She hadn't really wanted to go see him. Two-thirds of her hadn't. One-third had, just to confirm he was actually there. But most of it she didn't, because it meant giving Tapasvi back. Not that Tapasvi was really his, but more or less that the dodongo would probably much prefer Shinon's company to hers. Poor demented creature. But then it took a sourpuss to know one, she guessed.
The rest of her reluctance was based on personal feelings, which she desperately wanted to squash down and pretend didn't exist. And it was going to be hard. Hard to see him, hard to talk to him, hard to be around him. And she was under the assumption she wouldn't do anything like that at all. After all, to him, it was probably nothing. And if it was nothing to him, why should it have been anything to her? One-sided affection. She was a tool of convenience and nothing more.
Tapasvi followed after her dutifully, even up the stairs like they were no big deal. But then, he was still remotely small. Not as large as the ones in the cavern by the city of the Gorons. (And she didn't want one of those, honestly.) At her waist, a satchel of gems, the ones she'd gotten the day she met up with Byrne and took him to the forest. And the rest of her...
Well. The rest of her looked like Nabooru. The Nabooru Shinon knew anyway.
She stopped at his door and looking down to the dodongo for a moment, she gave a nod, as though she were reassuring herself. "Yes, I know. There's a song like that. It's now or never. Don't know who did it, but I really hate the song." And then she knocked succinctly.