8th Howl

[fatefullfriend]

[Phone]

...I wonder if this is what it feels like after a long week of drinking alcohol. I've never had any before, but I've read that blackouts are common when one binges. Anyways, I seem to have lost some time, so I apologize to anyone [she attempted to jump into the lap of as if she was a chihuahua instead of a wolf] I acted... unusual toward.

I do have a question for you all. How many of you consider yourself kin to canines? Dogs, wolves, foxes or the like...

[She then chuckles.] And Garviel? You don't count for this purposes of this call. But I'd like to see you.

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[fatefullfriend]

Because I care for you. And I've said it before, Garviel... even the strongest warrior needs rest.

[captainofthe10th]

... I'm afraid I don't really understand. I only request 30 minutes of sleep a week, with my enhancements. Are you talking about something philosophical?

[fatefullfriend]

[That gets Garviel a soft laugh.]

I don't mean literal rest. But something like... moments of peace where the mind can relax along with the body. Moments of comfort and joy.

[captainofthe10th]

A moment like this then. [ He says, going quiet. ]

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf's arms tighten about Garviel, regardless of how pointless she thought it was given the armor.]

Just like this...

[captainofthe10th]

[ He stands there, quietly. Stoically. having no fething idea what to do now. ]

[fatefullfriend]

[After a moment, Arf reaches back to take one of his hands. She then guides it to the back of her head and leaves it there.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ He lets her do that, quiet. Garviel figures she'll know best how to be comforted and relaxed, being a far more insinctual creature than his hypno-conditioned mass of thought and hard-wired kill urge. }

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf was a little disappointed Garviel didn't automatically start stroking her hair, but she was content enough as things were. She lets out a soft sigh at his hand on her head and just enjoys the moment, her tail lazily swishing behind her, showing her happiness.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ he strokes her hair after a moment, and rumbles. ]

Tell me something about your own world, then.

crap, this notif ended up in my spam folder. orz

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf made a soft, content noise when Garviel started to stroke her hair. She would stand there for a long longer with him... but they were in the middle of the doorway. Someone eventually would need to use the door.]

Let's go inside. I'll think of something while getting us something to drink. What would you like?

no worries, i think a shana one did on your last marisa post too

[captainofthe10th]

I would like tea, if you have it, or wine. [ Space marines do love their wine. He walks in, and will stand near the couch, since actually sitting on it would probably collapse it dramatically, in his armor, given that he weighs a good half ton.