31.May.19, 03:44 AM
T’bia giggled softly, looking somewhat sheepish at the gentle reminder of the early hour he’d roused M’dox at. He didn’t apologies, though, since the brownrider seemed content with their being awake and eating breakfast, and he was enjoying the lazy company and the yummy fruit; his hot chocolate was rescued from his boyfriend and he sipped it happily.
“Hrm,” T’bia hummed thoughtfully, setting his now-empty mug down with the other discarded dinnerware and stood up with a lazy grace that didn’t usually accompany his movements. Wandering over to what looked like the main area of M’dox’s clothing; the center of the nest, T’bia thought with a soft giggle and ran his hands over some of the various lengths of material. He couldn’t even see what most of it was, they way they were tangled together and tossed about. T’bia turned to grin over at M’dox.
“Let’s start with colour coding,” he said cheerfully, and began to happily toss M’dox’s clothing into various piles, all of them generalized by their primary colour; the ones that consisted of too many colours too easily set them on one pile, created their own pile off to one side. He didn’t really hold any item up longer than it took to determine its most obvious colour, and once all the items seemed to be thus divided, T’bia brushed his hands together and grinned at M’dox from the centre of his little coloured piles.
“Okay,” T’bia said happily, bouncing slightly. “I have mine set up like, pants together, shirts together, like that. Do you want to do that, or just the colours so you can pick what colour you feel like wearing?” Beaming, T’bia waited for instructions.
“Hrm,” T’bia hummed thoughtfully, setting his now-empty mug down with the other discarded dinnerware and stood up with a lazy grace that didn’t usually accompany his movements. Wandering over to what looked like the main area of M’dox’s clothing; the center of the nest, T’bia thought with a soft giggle and ran his hands over some of the various lengths of material. He couldn’t even see what most of it was, they way they were tangled together and tossed about. T’bia turned to grin over at M’dox.
“Let’s start with colour coding,” he said cheerfully, and began to happily toss M’dox’s clothing into various piles, all of them generalized by their primary colour; the ones that consisted of too many colours too easily set them on one pile, created their own pile off to one side. He didn’t really hold any item up longer than it took to determine its most obvious colour, and once all the items seemed to be thus divided, T’bia brushed his hands together and grinned at M’dox from the centre of his little coloured piles.
“Okay,” T’bia said happily, bouncing slightly. “I have mine set up like, pants together, shirts together, like that. Do you want to do that, or just the colours so you can pick what colour you feel like wearing?” Beaming, T’bia waited for instructions.