[ Magic? They're just cookies... Well, whatever she says.
He nods at her next statement. He's still pretty tired, but at least he's not in pain anymore. Hopefully that means he won't end up in another argument. ]
Now's a better time, yeah.
[ Actually, speaking of -- or rather, thinking of -- arguments. ]
I... wrote something.
[ He digs through the papers next to him and pulls one out, holding it out for her to take. He wrote a poem. The sound of rushing wind The engulfing pain of impact We haven't met yet But I can imagine it The ground is above me And she's below my feet And I remember my choice For soft fur For a mischievous mate For the smile she brings to everyone's face Paddling in the air Trying to catch me She doesn't know it But I'll see her again I smile at her And meet the ground
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He nods at her next statement. He's still pretty tired, but at least he's not in pain anymore. Hopefully that means he won't end up in another argument. ]
Now's a better time, yeah.
[ Actually, speaking of -- or rather, thinking of -- arguments. ]
I... wrote something.
[ He digs through the papers next to him and pulls one out, holding it out for her to take. He wrote a poem.
The sound of rushing wind
The engulfing pain of impact
We haven't met yet
But I can imagine it
The ground is above me
And she's below my feet
And I remember my choice
For soft fur
For a mischievous mate
For the smile she brings to everyone's face
Paddling in the air
Trying to catch me
She doesn't know it
But I'll see her again
I smile at her
And meet the ground
Sorry for the mess
]