When she reads Alanna's plea for company, Goldy is quick to respondand not just for the sake of the knight's sanity.
Though her emotions may still be walled off for the most part, she has been doing a little better since her chat with James Bond. Thanks to his casino idea, she has a new project to occupy her and distract her, thus keeping all potential meltdowns at bay. However, she could still use some genuine non-sexual companionship. And who better to provide it than her oldest bar friend?
When she arrives at Alanna's room, her hands are well and truly tied up in the carrying of several large gift-wrapped parcels, so she kicks at the door a few times instead of knocking.
"It's open," comes a loud cry. Alanna sounds distracted, but it is also fairly evident that she has gotten very good at raising her voice.
It's possible she ascertains the identity of her visitor. There's no recognition of it, and she says nothing else. Just inside the front door, sounds of fighting can be heard from the bedroom.
Goldy wasn't expecting Alanna to get up and let her inshe's not that selfish. Reacting to the invitation, she manages to juggle the boxes around and get the door open, then hip bumps it wide enough so she can sidestep through.
Once inside, she tracks the combat sounds into the bedroom.
"Okay, lady. You can quit moping now. I'm here!"
Her eyes fall to the television as she dumps the packages onto the foot of the bed.
Brow furrowed, Alanna waves a hand at Goldy and leans around to watch the end of a fight segment. Her breath hisses out at a well-delivered high kick, then she turns to her visitor with a smile.
"There's no accounting for taste," she scoffs. "He might be a legend, but he went about that fight all wrong. He could have finished it in the first five minutes. A lot of people end up dead when they try to show off that way."
Shaking herself, Alanna eyes the boxes, then Goldy. Something like a growl works its way up the back of her throat.
"What sort of presents? I'm not good with surprises."
"That wasn't real life," Goldy asserts. "He was playing it up for the sake of an exciting movie fight scene."
She manages to keep the affronted facade in place for a few more moments, hands on hips, then dissolves into a fit of chuckles and shifts the boxes back onto the bed.
"No surprises. Don't worry. They are just belated Christmas gifts."
She's delivering all her presents in person this year, and there has apparently been some procrastinating. At this rate people will still be receiving them well into June.
"So horribly belated, in fact, that you don't get to see me in my sexy Ms. Santa outfit. Sorry."
"I didn't really have time to shop," Alanna mumbles guiltily.
Something makes a loud thumping noise under the bed.
Thump. Thump, thump.
Victorious, Puff emerges with one of Adam's socks in her jaws. She scampers out to the living room, returns sans sock and curls herself around Alanna's neck. Alanna seems oblivious.
"Yes. I imagine you wouldn't get quite the same kick out of it as some other folk."
As she ruefully concedes that point, Goldy watches the dragon with idle interest. Then smirks as the faint smell of barbecued cotton drifts back into the room.
"And hello to you too, Puff. Nice work."
She may have had a nasty run-in with a full-sized dragon back on the farm, but she's okay with Kitty and Alanna's.
"I was just being polite," Goldy replies in a flat tone.
She treats the skepticism impassively, almost to the point of ignoring it, and occupies herself with the task of clearing some space at the end of the bed. When there's enough room, she sits and looks back to Alanna.
"Are you going to open your presents? I didn't lug them down here just so you could admire my wrapping job."
It must be said that she did do rather well on that front. Each package is wrapped tightly and neatly, and fastened with only two pieces of tape. It's also clear that some thought went into the choice of the glossy amethyst paper.
"I'm not cranky," Goldy responds vacuously, and sends a wan smile Alanna's way.
"Here you go. These should allow you to keep a bit of your muscle tone in place while you're resting."
She hefts one of the boxes over, a pretty heavy one by the looks of the effort. It contains two dumbbells, each with adjustable plates that can be combined to make weights between 5 and 25 lbs.
"Given under the proviso that you don't overdo it or strain anything."
"Something is wrong," Alanna points out, reasonably, and takes the box. "It's like you haven't had any coffee, but it's too late in the day for that. You're shut off."
Slowly and carefully, she peels the paper off and hands it to Puff. There's no denying the pleasure on her face when she discovers the dumbbells. Her smile flashes, then fades somewhat as she looks at Goldy in concern.
"Thank you. I promise not to overdo it, but these will definitely be put to good use."
Though her emotions may still be walled off for the most part, she has been doing a little better since her chat with James Bond. Thanks to his casino idea, she has a new project to occupy her and distract her, thus keeping all potential meltdowns at bay. However, she could still use some genuine non-sexual companionship. And who better to provide it than her oldest bar friend?
When she arrives at Alanna's room, her hands are well and truly tied up in the carrying of several large gift-wrapped parcels, so she kicks at the door a few times instead of knocking.
"Hello? Alanna?"
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It's possible she ascertains the identity of her visitor. There's no recognition of it, and she says nothing else. Just inside the front door, sounds of fighting can be heard from the bedroom.
Alanna is watching a kung fu movie.
Intently.
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Once inside, she tracks the combat sounds into the bedroom.
"Okay, lady. You can quit moping now. I'm here!"
Her eyes fall to the television as she dumps the packages onto the foot of the bed.
"Ohhh... Sonny Chiba! Sister Streetfighter!"
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Brow furrowed, Alanna waves a hand at Goldy and leans around to watch the end of a fight segment. Her breath hisses out at a well-delivered high kick, then she turns to her visitor with a smile.
"It's rubbish. Goddess, what's all this?"
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"Sacrilege! Sonny Chiba is a Kung Fu legend."
She's faking. Nevertheless, she gathers up the boxes again and places them on the floor, well out of Alanna's reach.
"No presents for you."
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Shaking herself, Alanna eyes the boxes, then Goldy. Something like a growl works its way up the back of her throat.
"What sort of presents? I'm not good with surprises."
The interested look in her eye gives her away.
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She manages to keep the affronted facade in place for a few more moments, hands on hips, then dissolves into a fit of chuckles and shifts the boxes back onto the bed.
"No surprises. Don't worry. They are just belated Christmas gifts."
She's delivering all her presents in person this year, and there has apparently been some procrastinating. At this rate people will still be receiving them well into June.
"So horribly belated, in fact, that you don't get to see me in my sexy Ms. Santa outfit. Sorry."
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Something makes a loud thumping noise under the bed.
Thump. Thump, thump.
Victorious, Puff emerges with one of Adam's socks in her jaws. She scampers out to the living room, returns sans sock and curls herself around Alanna's neck. Alanna seems oblivious.
"I think I'll survive," she says dryly.
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As she ruefully concedes that point, Goldy watches the dragon with idle interest. Then smirks as the faint smell of barbecued cotton drifts back into the room.
"And hello to you too, Puff. Nice work."
She may have had a nasty run-in with a full-sized dragon back on the farm, but she's okay with Kitty and Alanna's.
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"I'm not sure what Adam will do when we go to Tortall and he can't replicate his wardrobe." Stubbornly ignoring the gifts, "How have you been?"
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"Okay. Thanks."
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One eyebrow arches and stays that way, as she folds her arms across her chest. Nope, Alanna's not buying it.
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She treats the skepticism impassively, almost to the point of ignoring it, and occupies herself with the task of clearing some space at the end of the bed. When there's enough room, she sits and looks back to Alanna.
"Are you going to open your presents? I didn't lug them down here just so you could admire my wrapping job."
It must be said that she did do rather well on that front. Each package is wrapped tightly and neatly, and fastened with only two pieces of tape. It's also clear that some thought went into the choice of the glossy amethyst paper.
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The packaging certainly catches her eye, and she trails a finger across the nearest package; it's the only one she can reach.
"You'll have to hand them to me."
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"Here you go. These should allow you to keep a bit of your muscle tone in place while you're resting."
She hefts one of the boxes over, a pretty heavy one by the looks of the effort. It contains two dumbbells, each with adjustable plates that can be combined to make weights between 5 and 25 lbs.
"Given under the proviso that you don't overdo it or strain anything."
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Slowly and carefully, she peels the paper off and hands it to Puff. There's no denying the pleasure on her face when she discovers the dumbbells. Her smile flashes, then fades somewhat as she looks at Goldy in concern.
"Thank you. I promise not to overdo it, but these will definitely be put to good use."
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