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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:06 pm
*Kero glares at him...and moves over to Shar, sealing off his emotions as he does so...even his eyes fade to grey*
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:10 pm
Shar realizes that this is a test of wills and quickly gives the vaccination before removing herself from the room. Something tells her she doesn't want to be there when it comes to a head.
Tam nods firmly and goes to the fire, curling up before it, resting his head on his paws. "Now was that so very hard to do?" he asks in a calm voice.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:11 pm
*Kero's grey eyes remain, and he doesn't answer, instead walling himself off even more...when Tam checks, there's at least twelve layers of steel around his mind*
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:15 pm
Tam shrugs, knowing the signs of a sulk when he sees them. But he refuses to apologize because he doesn't believe he was truly in the wrong. Kerobian needed the shot and he had been told how important it was. That he continued to try and avoid it was not sitting to well with Tam just then. Closing his eyes, he dozes, lured into an impromptu nap by the heat of the fire.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:16 pm
*When he wakes, Kero is still sulking...and the layers of steel around his mind have squared...*
Note: 144 layers...get through that!!
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:20 pm
**Not even going to try.**
Tam has just realized he's not good at playing the harp in this form, and neither does he do well with the flute. Frustrated, not only by Kerobian's continued sulk, but also by his inability to find solace in his usual manner, he goes out into the courtyard to do a bit of sulking of his own.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:23 pm
*After about five minutes, he hears the fluting sound of Kero's pipe come out*
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:26 pm
He listens to the pipe, feeling even more depressed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:34 pm
*Strangely, it seems to be a calling tune...one that requires a partner*
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:37 pm
Getting up, he goes back inside, wondering what the cub is up to.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:43 pm
*He finds Kero on his belly, his head and paws resting on his pillow, playing that same tune, waiting for a partner*
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:45 pm
Tam walks into the room and plops down by the fire with a huff of frustration. "No good, kiddo... can't play..." he moans fretfully.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:49 pm
*Now Kero's tune changes...mimicking the sound of his harp...the silver wire that can be played by lions*
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:53 pm
Tam's ears perk up and he looks hopefully at the cub. "Ye don't mind?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:57 pm
*Kero keeps piping, shaking his head left and right in time with the music*
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