[Soon, she finds herself being dropped into bed like prey into a bird's nest. Her skirt of shadows flares out beneath her as she straightens herself out with a scoff, then gives a shiver. It's a poor excuse for a bed, really, but she has to admit it's better than the cavern floor she was using before (which helps to soothe her mood, just a bit). As if it wasn't already obvious that her prickliness would barely be an issue, despite the nasty things she just said, A.B.A's still babbling about how glad she is that they're together in the same guild.]
Pfft. Miss me much?
[The Oran Berries rely on each other, Mightyena told her, and help each other through tough times. It doesn't sound like a bad deal. And maybe it's a little nice for her, too—seeing a familiar face, and having someone so happy to see her.
That familiar face is getting extremely close right now, though.]
Uh, hey, can you not— [She tenses, preparing to weave her way between A.B.A's falling talons, but then A.B.A's settling down onto the bed, too, curling around her like a dog with its favorite chew toy. Shoka remains statue-stiff, limbs tucked close under her disguise rag—not cuddly. She is apparently as unused to physical affection as she is to the verbal kind.] Okay, never mind, then! Feel free to get all up in my space...
[It's fortunate that A.B.A is some sort of mythical-looking animal right now; if she were person-shaped, this would be even more awkward. But it is suddenly warmer in the bed with her there, shielding Shoka on all sides from the cold air.
Her question goes ignored for now. Instead, Shoka asks,] Worried, huh... About what exactly?
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[Soon, she finds herself being dropped into bed like prey into a bird's nest. Her skirt of shadows flares out beneath her as she straightens herself out with a scoff, then gives a shiver. It's a poor excuse for a bed, really, but she has to admit it's better than the cavern floor she was using before (which helps to soothe her mood, just a bit). As if it wasn't already obvious that her prickliness would barely be an issue, despite the nasty things she just said, A.B.A's still babbling about how glad she is that they're together in the same guild.]
Pfft. Miss me much?
[The Oran Berries rely on each other, Mightyena told her, and help each other through tough times. It doesn't sound like a bad deal. And maybe it's a little nice for her, too—seeing a familiar face, and having someone so happy to see her.
That familiar face is getting extremely close right now, though.]
Uh, hey, can you not— [She tenses, preparing to weave her way between A.B.A's falling talons, but then A.B.A's settling down onto the bed, too, curling around her like a dog with its favorite chew toy. Shoka remains statue-stiff, limbs tucked close under her disguise rag—not cuddly. She is apparently as unused to physical affection as she is to the verbal kind.] Okay, never mind, then! Feel free to get all up in my space...
[It's fortunate that A.B.A is some sort of mythical-looking animal right now; if she were person-shaped, this would be even more awkward. But it is suddenly warmer in the bed with her there, shielding Shoka on all sides from the cold air.
Her question goes ignored for now. Instead, Shoka asks,] Worried, huh... About what exactly?