by Guest 29th September 2019, 12:02 pm
Kien was quick with words and actions, as it seemed he always was. "Bazaaz?" What was bazaaz? His face flushed a bit at the ever active arms. Laurence didn't get the bold personality, but it wasn't something the person minded. His head beat a bit faster, a reminder that it was working and reality might just exist after all. Hands touched at the furred limbs as the kelpie responded to the questions, face a little flushed. "That's why I asked." It was a bit harder to be ass blunt as usual, but that's always what happened when the mind was here. This wasn't a bad that for the fae though, it meant the lethargic emotions usually clouding everything in a haze wasn't present. The werewolf was certainly a nice view, but that was typically normal. Actually why was there so many attractive people in the guild? It wasn't something that mattered much of anything to Lott, so it was a question that left the mind as quickly as he came.
He was a man that prefered the heart and mind over the body, though it certainly didn't mean there was no looking. It was a bit confusing to be told he wouldn't survive at a festival. He did mostly okay the first time? But it had ended with him slightly contemplating the murder of everything there. 'Maybe that's actually a bad sign.' The man thought before he was pulled off to a different location. Laurence let himself get pulled along from the festival and towards the inn. There hadn't been a single bit of resistance so far as man wasn't really the type to do so without being given a reason. One could say the water horse was more of the type to go with the flow of things. Clothing? Was that why they had gone here? He had to admit that changing in the middle of festival grounds wouldn't have exactly been favorable. The clothing deemed more comfortable was made of a fabric the kelpie had never worn before.
Newer fabric that stretched wouldn't have been in his passed down wardrobe when it was his. The only outfit worn that hadn't been ancient was the one on him right now, which did not have stretchy material of that type. Was it more comfortable? The water horse had no idea, but there was only one way to find out. His fingers curled around the outfit shoved at him a bit before retreating to the nearest bathroom to get changed. There was still a shyness in his heart, despite having laughed while soaked head to toe in blood before. The fabric felt oddly nice, yet embarrassing. With how it moved it barely felt like there was any fabric covering his person at all. He should have been more surprised to see a new bed when returning, but it was typically hard to shock the kelpie at this point. Getting pushed onto the bed caused some color to come rushing to his face. A cocoon? That's what Kien said the bed was called.
"The name sounds more elegant than the objects execution. Though the bed uses expensive fabrics, there are less expensive threads that would be softer and more durable if treated right. If there were going for a soft squishy bed there are a number of materials more stable than water that are still squishy. Cocoons are also supposed to be stable, unlike the ever unstable nature of water." It seemed like for at least a brief time, his inner carpenter had come out. It was brief, only being used to analyze the materials and how well it meshed with the name. For a moment it seemed the man he used to be showed a bit, a brilliant youth that had a bright future in carpentry, skill wise. It wouldn't have made him enough money to be middle class, but it still would have made very fine work. This meant when it came to the construction of furniture? He knew how to pick up the flaws, what details were practical, and which was added just to make it more expensive.
"Sorry, used to be a carpenter. This is the nicest bed I've been in." But from how he spoke, Laurence had likely made nicer beds than than this one but simply never got to use them. He didn't own any of his old tools anymore anyway. Finally though something surprised him. Kiens confession hadn't been expected. They seemed like someone who liked being in charge and knew what to do with themselves. He was briefly quiet, mostly due to surprise. His arms moved to wrap around the werewolf before any words had managed to come out. "I confessed myself during that job, probably not in the most noticeable way. I think the best kind of romantic relationship involves someone who brings out the best in you. I can't control your feelings, don't know if I've brought our your best any or not, but you bring my mind back. It's hard to be fogged with the hazed lethargic feel around you that steals my mind away. You make it easier to find and be myself."
Lott shook his head gently at the thought that someone was worried he could get infected with anything new. "I would worry about your infection getting affected by mind. Being made a kelpie was most definitely a turning of sorts. It filled me through coating the wounds my old best friend gave me, including a stab to the heart. The tears I had as a dying human became a sort of blindly blood lust of a rage as a water horse. There's no more cracks left for new infections to get through, even if I bleed." How else should it be described? Maybe if he had better learning it would be more clear. This was not going to randomly pop into existence though. The age for the basics in school and classes had already passed the man by, not having enough for any fancy higher learning sort of schooling.
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