09.Sep.19, 11:25 PM
B’kit looked up from his notebook with a smile, finishing his thought while the apprentice turned candidate greeted his blue. Erebuth ducked his head under his wing shyly at the compliment, though a small pleased hum escaped him at the reminder of his recent oiling. When Nerinoa’s attention turned to--and remained on--B’kit, he resettled his wings and went back to chewing on the hide toy Eb’zer had introduced him to. He’d gone through several in the past month. Though they didn’t seem to have helped decrease the frequency of his eating they at least gave him something to do besides get in trouble.
Dyoricath had instigated a “game” the other night, convincing Erebuth to steal the clothes or sheets from the bottom drawer of everyone’s rooms and piling them up as a bed. Erebuth said the blue told him they’d be more comfortable, and he was right, so why was B’kit upset? Reluctantly, Kitt had resigned one of his shirts and an old blanket for Erebuth after the blue promised not to make such a mess again; the laundry had taken ages to sort again and he’d ended up with holes in his favorite socks. Afterwards, B’kit made sure to have several toys around to distract him so he wouldn’t tempt fate again.
“Hey Noa. I’m sure there’s worse folks to be stuck with; I’ll let you know if I think of any,” he teased back, his barely straight face cracking into a grin. “I kicked everyone out,” he admitted, adding, “Erebuth wanted some quiet, and I figured I could use the time to work on a project. Before you ask, it’s a surprise for a friend for their birthday. Or maybe Turn’s End if I can’t finish it in time.” He set the notebook aside a little reluctantly, feeling it would be rude to continue since he had company again. “How about you? How are you handling suddenly being thrown back into your craft alongside candidacy? When do you sleep?”
Dyoricath had instigated a “game” the other night, convincing Erebuth to steal the clothes or sheets from the bottom drawer of everyone’s rooms and piling them up as a bed. Erebuth said the blue told him they’d be more comfortable, and he was right, so why was B’kit upset? Reluctantly, Kitt had resigned one of his shirts and an old blanket for Erebuth after the blue promised not to make such a mess again; the laundry had taken ages to sort again and he’d ended up with holes in his favorite socks. Afterwards, B’kit made sure to have several toys around to distract him so he wouldn’t tempt fate again.
“Hey Noa. I’m sure there’s worse folks to be stuck with; I’ll let you know if I think of any,” he teased back, his barely straight face cracking into a grin. “I kicked everyone out,” he admitted, adding, “Erebuth wanted some quiet, and I figured I could use the time to work on a project. Before you ask, it’s a surprise for a friend for their birthday. Or maybe Turn’s End if I can’t finish it in time.” He set the notebook aside a little reluctantly, feeling it would be rude to continue since he had company again. “How about you? How are you handling suddenly being thrown back into your craft alongside candidacy? When do you sleep?”