![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[OH NO!
Determined Chibisopp is now marching to Krile's house. (Though it's your choice whether or not we quicklog this because two of my characters will be doing so).]
Determined Chibisopp is now marching to Krile's house. (Though it's your choice whether or not we quicklog this because two of my characters will be doing so).]
I am sorry to read that. She will be very missed.
She is? That's -- we'll miss her.
[No time for wasting ink on this one. He's heading straight over to Krile's; he wouldn't wish solitude on her at a time like this.]
[Awww. I am not averse to either of them. But she's going to look like this basically.]
[There's just a small mark from her pencil.]
[Vimes didn't write anything down when Krile noted that Nova was gone. What was the point? No words would make anything better. They both knew this by now.
Instead he squashed down the anger - and what terrible anger it was, knowing that Krile had lost yet another companion, what burning anger came from the idea of this place making her cry again - and made a quick to the Bazaar. Hot cocoa wouldn't do it this time. Instead, he bought her some vegetarian curry and made some sweet, hot, milky tea. Something hot would do her good, he figured. With a piping hot bag of curry held under one arm and a thermos in one hand and her belated birthday present in the other, he raps on the door with his elbow.]
Krile, it's me, [he says through the door.] Let me in.
Instead he squashed down the anger - and what terrible anger it was, knowing that Krile had lost yet another companion, what burning anger came from the idea of this place making her cry again - and made a quick to the Bazaar. Hot cocoa wouldn't do it this time. Instead, he bought her some vegetarian curry and made some sweet, hot, milky tea. Something hot would do her good, he figured. With a piping hot bag of curry held under one arm and a thermos in one hand and her belated birthday present in the other, he raps on the door with his elbow.]
Krile, it's me, [he says through the door.] Let me in.
[Krile lets go of the cat she's hugging at the moment and runs over to the door, then stops. She's been crying. It's terribly obvious that she's been crying and she knows that she'll just start crying again as soon as she opens the door and sees him. It's hard enough keeping it under control when she's her proper age. At five, it's impossible.
But she opens the door. There's no way she's going to make herself feel alone just because of some stupid tears and pride. She opens the door and only just manages to keep herself from latching onto his legs, what with his hands being full.]
Hi.
But she opens the door. There's no way she's going to make herself feel alone just because of some stupid tears and pride. She opens the door and only just manages to keep herself from latching onto his legs, what with his hands being full.]
Hi.
OTHERWISE HE WOULD BE DEMANDING HIS COW B|
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
stonyfaced.livejournal.com
2011-02-11 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, kid, [he says gently, and pushes his way inside before making a beeline for the kitchen table to put the curry down. It had burned the inside of his arm on his way here, but after he's done placing the objects down on the table, he beckons Krile to come closer.]
C'mere.
[It's all he says, because he's pretty sure she knows that that's permission for her to do whatever the hell she needs to to get it all out.]
C'mere.
[It's all he says, because he's pretty sure she knows that that's permission for her to do whatever the hell she needs to to get it all out.]
Damn. She was a good kid. [Not one he was well acquainted with, but nice all the same.]
...D'you need anything? [Aside from company, that's a given.]
...D'you need anything? [Aside from company, that's a given.]
[She stares at him when he rushes past, not hurt but puzzled. But when he speaks, she doesn't hesitate, running at him with her arms outstretched. For once she doesn't have any thoughts about it being silly or weak. She just needs to hold onto him.]
[She's crying again, rather loudly. She doesn't care.]
[She's crying again, rather loudly. She doesn't care.]
Page 1 of 4