[ he's ridiculously tall. or, well, maybe he isn't, and she's just short. he's not as tall as jesper, or quite so lanky, though you wouldn't know it by how slouched he is in the armchair. which looks very uncomfortable. ]
I think I have been enough of a burden; I don't want to continue being in your way.
[ and inej unfolds her legs to get up under the guise of stretching . . . before she moves to sit in the chair opposite him, arching her eyebrows in his direction. ]
[ He's going to argue that she isn't in the way. It's not like she's preventing him from sitting down or something. But, she takes it upon herself to move and he huffs out a sigh.
Bullied in his own home. Tragic. Though his leg will thank him later for stretching it out properly before he goes to bed. He's gone to sleep several times before thinking it would be fine but moving around in his sleep just made it worse.
Then again, he has a tendency to tuck up his legs when he sleeps, especially when it's cold out. ]
Fine, fine. [ He straightens and pushes himself up out of the chair, folding her blanket nest back so he isn't laying all over it. Carefully, he stretches out on the couch; that first bend of his knee the trickiest part. But, like this, it takes the pressure off his thigh and knee, letting him relax a little better. ]
Are you always this stubborn?
[ Says the guy who'd been suffering in an armchair less than a minute ago. ]
[ the retort comes easily, and lizabeta flutters in her hands to fly onto the coffee table, peeping softly as she hops along, clearly intent on getting to the couch.
but, you know. he did ask a question, and inej tucks her legs underneath her as she curls into the armchair, comfortable and content. ]
But I normally stand my ground, yes.
[ that's definitely the same thing as being right, right? ]
I think it still counts as stubborn. [ He does, after all, know stubborn very well.
Hearing Lizabeta's peeps, he stretches his arm out, providing her with two fingers to climb up onto. She marches her tiny feet straight onto them, tilting slightly to and fro when he picks her up from the table. Her journey continues as she flutters up to his shoulder, tucking herself close to his neck. ]
Does she think I'm a nest? [ It's not like he's annoyed over it. Something about the little bird is very comforting. ]
[ she can't help but smile at lizabeta tucking herself close. what a charmer. at least kaz has decided he likes the bird; inej isn't sure what she would do if he decided she couldn't stay because of lizabeta. ]
You are warm. So . . . probably.
[ with a shrug, amused. lizabeta indeed nuzzles herself closer, settling in for what looks like to be a nap. ]
She would sit on your shoulder the entire day if you let her.
[ He never really had a pet, growing up. The chickens were probably the closest thing, though they still weren't allowed in the house. Just up to the door, where they'd usually like to wait for his dad to come out in the mornings.
And once he'd gotten his life somewhat straightened out, he just figured he didn't have time for one. That might be from the overworking. Which he does. A lot.
But he does genuinely like Lizabeta. She's friendly and cuddly, with only the occasional screech (she is still a bird, after all). Most of her day is spent singing or chirping though. Pleasant. He reaches up and gives her a very soft pet on her head as he feels her slight weight settle closer. ]
The office wouldn't agree with it. [ Subjecting her to some of his coworkers would be plain unfair to the sweet bird.
A quiet whistling goes off in the kitchen and he sighs, sitting up carefully so as not to disturb Lizabeta off his shoulder. He'd almost forgotten about the water for tea. ]
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I think I have been enough of a burden; I don't want to continue being in your way.
[ and inej unfolds her legs to get up under the guise of stretching . . . before she moves to sit in the chair opposite him, arching her eyebrows in his direction. ]
And I also think the couch looks long enough.
[ move it, loser. ]
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Bullied in his own home. Tragic. Though his leg will thank him later for stretching it out properly before he goes to bed. He's gone to sleep several times before thinking it would be fine but moving around in his sleep just made it worse.
Then again, he has a tendency to tuck up his legs when he sleeps, especially when it's cold out. ]
Fine, fine. [ He straightens and pushes himself up out of the chair, folding her blanket nest back so he isn't laying all over it. Carefully, he stretches out on the couch; that first bend of his knee the trickiest part. But, like this, it takes the pressure off his thigh and knee, letting him relax a little better. ]
Are you always this stubborn?
[ Says the guy who'd been suffering in an armchair less than a minute ago. ]
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[ the retort comes easily, and lizabeta flutters in her hands to fly onto the coffee table, peeping softly as she hops along, clearly intent on getting to the couch.
but, you know. he did ask a question, and inej tucks her legs underneath her as she curls into the armchair, comfortable and content. ]
But I normally stand my ground, yes.
[ that's definitely the same thing as being right, right? ]
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Hearing Lizabeta's peeps, he stretches his arm out, providing her with two fingers to climb up onto. She marches her tiny feet straight onto them, tilting slightly to and fro when he picks her up from the table. Her journey continues as she flutters up to his shoulder, tucking herself close to his neck. ]
Does she think I'm a nest? [ It's not like he's annoyed over it. Something about the little bird is very comforting. ]
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You are warm. So . . . probably.
[ with a shrug, amused. lizabeta indeed nuzzles herself closer, settling in for what looks like to be a nap. ]
She would sit on your shoulder the entire day if you let her.
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And once he'd gotten his life somewhat straightened out, he just figured he didn't have time for one. That might be from the overworking. Which he does. A lot.
But he does genuinely like Lizabeta. She's friendly and cuddly, with only the occasional screech (she is still a bird, after all). Most of her day is spent singing or chirping though. Pleasant. He reaches up and gives her a very soft pet on her head as he feels her slight weight settle closer. ]
The office wouldn't agree with it. [ Subjecting her to some of his coworkers would be plain unfair to the sweet bird.
A quiet whistling goes off in the kitchen and he sighs, sitting up carefully so as not to disturb Lizabeta off his shoulder. He'd almost forgotten about the water for tea. ]