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27.May.22, 11:49 PM
The nod confirmed that his father was the source of his irritation and Sironar rubbed his temples before moving to his own bed to plop down and try to collect himself. "Sorry for yelling you just startled the shit out of me. I didn't know I was getting a roommate." He looked up and saw that the other boy was trying to hand him back his clothes. "Oh, just put them on the floor for now. I'll... I'll clean this up later. Tomorrow if you remind me. What's your name anyway?"
Now that his heart wasn't hammering in his chest from that initial shock he was able to take a moment to actually study his new roommate. Who... still wasn't answering him. No, instead the guy was just flailing about and gesturing and pointing at his mouth and Siro just let out another long sigh. "You can't talk can you?" Well the nod was at least getting him somewhere. And it indicated that he could hear too. "So, if you can't talk then can you write or..." his voice trailed off as he remembered the other odd question his dad had asked him. "You can't read or write either can you?"
The nod prompted him to get back up and walk over to the little desk on the side to grab a bit of paper and write a quick message to his father. At a whistle, Fancy abandoned the stranger on the bed to take hold of the quick note that Siro has written, patiently waiting until his master told him his destination, "Take this to dad, wait for a reply." He gave an excited little chirp and hopped off the desk before disappearing with a muffled pop.
With that done, Siro turned his attention back to his new roommate and finally noticed his purposeful attempts to avoid looking at him. "Oh you're from a Hold aren't you? I guess I can put some pants on." A pair of pants was lifted from the floor and after a quick shake he decided they were clean enough. "Anyway, I'm Sironar, but you can... well you can't call me Siro so never mind. Rather than have you flailing all night, I just sent my dad a letter and hopefully he'll get back to me-" he was cut off by another pop as Fancy appeared in the room, wings flapping as he veered course to nimbly land on Siro's shoulder, new letter clutched in his tiny claws.
After a quick read (during which he kept reaching up to idly pet and scratch at Fancy's head) he nodded. "Okay... can I call you Chir? And I guess you like hunting. I do NOT, so please don't bring any of that into our room. Don't even show me actually. Just better that way. And I guess I'm going to help with your reading and writing lessons so that's fine." He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I guess I can show you around whenever you'd like. We're probably going to need some sort of system for talking until you learn how to read. I guess for now just point at whatever you have questions about."
Now that his heart wasn't hammering in his chest from that initial shock he was able to take a moment to actually study his new roommate. Who... still wasn't answering him. No, instead the guy was just flailing about and gesturing and pointing at his mouth and Siro just let out another long sigh. "You can't talk can you?" Well the nod was at least getting him somewhere. And it indicated that he could hear too. "So, if you can't talk then can you write or..." his voice trailed off as he remembered the other odd question his dad had asked him. "You can't read or write either can you?"
The nod prompted him to get back up and walk over to the little desk on the side to grab a bit of paper and write a quick message to his father. At a whistle, Fancy abandoned the stranger on the bed to take hold of the quick note that Siro has written, patiently waiting until his master told him his destination, "Take this to dad, wait for a reply." He gave an excited little chirp and hopped off the desk before disappearing with a muffled pop.
With that done, Siro turned his attention back to his new roommate and finally noticed his purposeful attempts to avoid looking at him. "Oh you're from a Hold aren't you? I guess I can put some pants on." A pair of pants was lifted from the floor and after a quick shake he decided they were clean enough. "Anyway, I'm Sironar, but you can... well you can't call me Siro so never mind. Rather than have you flailing all night, I just sent my dad a letter and hopefully he'll get back to me-" he was cut off by another pop as Fancy appeared in the room, wings flapping as he veered course to nimbly land on Siro's shoulder, new letter clutched in his tiny claws.
After a quick read (during which he kept reaching up to idly pet and scratch at Fancy's head) he nodded. "Okay... can I call you Chir? And I guess you like hunting. I do NOT, so please don't bring any of that into our room. Don't even show me actually. Just better that way. And I guess I'm going to help with your reading and writing lessons so that's fine." He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I guess I can show you around whenever you'd like. We're probably going to need some sort of system for talking until you learn how to read. I guess for now just point at whatever you have questions about."
