[ Little 'pede guy needs little encouragement to unravel from his sulking state, which is less encouragement and more just the natural response to being picked up into arms without proper warning. But Red makes it a short trip from the couch and over to the spot he sleeps, kneeling down and leaving the slices of apple under the table that makes the roof of his own little room, the creature quick to scurry under with little whistling squeals. Seemingly content with that (as far as Red can tell), Red picks himself back up, finding Cilan already off in his world as he slowly makes his way over.
That guy has given the kitchen area more love than Red could ever in a lifetime or two. ]
So what do we do? [ We, right. There is a we in this, though Red doesn't know if it's truly safe to approach Cilan's spreading bubble of energy, or if he's really necessary to this. This is like seeing his mother bake... where are the videogames to play. ] Do you need to cut the apples? I can do that.
no subject
That guy has given the kitchen area more love than Red could ever in a lifetime or two. ]
So what do we do? [ We, right. There is a we in this, though Red doesn't know if it's truly safe to approach Cilan's spreading bubble of energy, or if he's really necessary to this. This is like seeing his mother bake... where are the videogames to play. ] Do you need to cut the apples? I can do that.