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towerofanimus2012-12-11 09:49 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-11 09:49 pm
The weather's annoying, isn't it?
Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!
He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.
There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!
He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.
There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.
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Enoch can't help but smile at the creature's affection. It's like a very strange dog. He'll be glad to give Missy pets! And ear scratches if she'll allow them.
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"Yeah. She's been keeping me warm since she basically is a walking furnace. It's nice."
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*He's rather enjoying paying attention to her, though. The warmth is nice considering the chill in the air, and her reaction is just too adorable. It's rather therapeutic, in this state of mind.*
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Missy is enjoying being paid attention too and she continues to radiate heat, keeping their small little area warm.
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And Enoch is content to pay attention to her, enjoying the comfort of warmth in the air, himself.
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Missy is the happiest Ninetales. It is her.
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Enoch turns his head so he isn't coughing on the cloaks or on Missy.
"When he wants us to freeze, he will ensure it."
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"I wonder if next month will be any better."
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"Riki... He is an enigma. There's no way to know."
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Dave shrugs a bit. "I guess it was bound to happen. Getting sick that is."
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"I haven't been ill in at least two centuries."
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