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[hbc_dresden]

You know what's pretty sad? That my standard of living hasn't really decreased noticeably since showing up here on the island. My hut isn't that much smaller than the dingy basement apartment in Chicago that I could barely afford, and I never really had expensive stuff anyway since (1) I was usually flat broke, and (2) me and electronics didn't

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[heartliketin]

"Never ever in your life let a starving man nor animal near food," Cain offered the best, most sage words of wisdom he possessed, having watched the whole event with quiet bemusement. "It only ever ends in heartache." It didn't sound like he was joking, but there was just something lurking around his eyes that indicated that yes, indeed, he was.

[hbc_dresden]

I sighed and glanced back down at Bess, who was sitting back on her haunches looking at me expectantly. "Oh, fine, you win." I tossed the remaining pieces of bread at her, and she gobbled them up.

Then I looked back up at the man and said, "I'd like to think she was just teaching me a valuable lesson, then."

[heartliketin]

Cain couldn't help something of a smile. Whatever problems he had with humans, he never did relate that to animals. ...and he wasn't sure yet where Raw fit into that. "You learned it, then?" Cain asked as he perched on the closest chair.

[fallen_ancient]

She had not, precisely, been avoiding him since the incident at Elphaba's party. Which was to say she wouldn't have gone out of her way not to see him, but neither had she approached him. For the most part, she simply had no idea what to say to someone who she'd said she wanted to marry when she'd been under the influence of the island.

That she would have to speak to him eventually went without speaking, if for no other reason than she preferred his company to most others. But perhaps when he had just had a sandwich stolen by a dog might not be the best time. Quiet, she moved past him to the coffee pot and poured a cup. If he wished to speak to her, he might, but if not, then she would seek him out another time.

[hbc_dresden]

I'd actually been going around in circles about whether I should seek out Morgan and talk to her. I knew that she must be embarrassed - hell's bells, I was embarrassed for her - and I didn't want to force her to talk to me if she didn't want to yet. On the other hand, for all I knew she might be thinking that I was avoiding her for my own reasons. She could be doing the girl thing and waiting for me and I'd never know it if she was. This is why I have trouble with women. I can't work them out.

Finally I decided that the latter risk was greater than the former, so when I saw her go past me, I looked down at Bess and said sternly, "Stay. You owe me that much."

Then I hurried into the Compound after Morgan. "I think if I make another sandwich I should eat it in here," I said. "Mind the company?"

[fallen_ancient]

Uncharacteristically, Morgan felt her cheeks warm, not out of her embarrassment, but rather with a flush of pleasure at Harry's unsubtle effort to converse with her. She smiled, eyes brightened with the pink in her cheeks and gave her head a small shake.

Fingers curled around her coffee mug, she lifted it to her mouth and blew across the surface of it. The coffee itself was not especially hot, but the breath served to center her and help her focus. "Of course not. Your company pleases me greatly and I promise I shall be an effective guard against your sandwich being stolen."

There, she had made small talk, successfully delayed the issue of how much she enjoyed his company long enough to permit them to find comfort with each other again. That was what humans did. Was it not?

[hbc_dresden]

"Well I think if I lose it again, it might be some kind of Darwinian thing," I said. "Some of us just aren't fit for lunch meat."

I set about making my sandwich, glancing over my shoulder at her after a moment, but then realizing that I didn't know what to say. How have you been?

[onlythedusk]

"Ach, was ein süßes Hundchen!" Moritz cries when he enters the kitchen, looking for something to nibble on. He laughs and starts to sprint over, then pauses, mindful of the dog's size. "Oh -- I am sorry, is your dog very friendly?" He smiles, nervous and a little hopeful, at Harry, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Translation: "Oh, what a sweet puppy!"

Typist: jgkdlgf bwee! I play Harry elseRP and had decided, completely separate from your Harry, that Mouse was probably a Caucasian Mountain Dog. And also decided that he was the cutest dog ever. Great minds think alike, or something of the sort? But gjdklfgjldgomgBessisafuzzypuppy I want one so bad. To use as a pillow XD

... ahem. *resumes mature attitude.