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03.Jul.22, 01:07 PM
Zory closed his eyes for a moment at the feel of Lazerat's fingers in his hair. It was something he always enjoyed, especially with Zelly. She played with his hair all the time when they were just hanging out and cuddling. Sometimes he wondered if he should grow it out like A'tay so she could do more as she played with it, but then he'd have to do more with it and he wasn't sure he could keep up with all of that. He couldn't help but giggle at the special juice comment, even though it probably hadn't been meant in any sort of dirty fashion. "Zelly doesn't make juice, she makes potions. Casa has been teaching her some herb stuff and Gail's been finding books to help."
He thought it was a really cool hobby, but it made sense to him. Like how she just mixed random ingredients and then called it food. If she could cook why couldn't she make potions? It was more interesting and useful than his knitting after all. A scarf wouldn't have done anything to help his brothers while they were poisoned. Though maybe he if could do a nice enough blanket... he tucked that idea neatly in the back of his mind to work on later. First some fluffy comforting yarn, though something easy to clean would probably be best. He'd have to do some small tests with the different yarns he'd managed to collect.
At least he wasn't left blushing for long at the thought of Lazerat and cute sailor boys, or even rugged sailor boys. He didn't even have time to mention he wanted to hang out with Lazerat on a ship to look around. And maybe do more. Zory eagerly latched onto the dragon talk and nodded. "Maybe! I don't know if we'll actually be that lucky though. They might also think we haven't recovered enough yet." Hearing Laz warn Zelly against trying to get injured too made him snort softly and nod. "You really shouldn't do. It sucked. A lot."
Zelly's suggestion was something he latched onto though. The thought of her handsome holder brother being around more did sound really nice, though he wasn't sure why getting a dragon wouldn't be part of everyone's dream. "They're really nice. You can go so many places and see new things! And you're never alone. Also, I'm not sure if you've ever cuddled a dragon, but that's really nice too. I get to cuddle Xyxyth, and even Malvayth when I go visit them!"
He wasn't even aware he'd been picking and tugging at the stitches until Zelly slapped his hand. He was going to whine but then Laz was holding his hand and talking and Zory was turning red again. His voice was slightly hoarse for a moment as he said, "I'm not doing it on purpose." After taking a moment to swallow down the lump in his throat he more clearly said, "I think it itches enough that it bothers me without me noticing. I might have to just try and wear something around it to keep it safe." It was nice that Lazerat thought scars had stories, and he supposed it was true, even if he didn't especially like the story behind his newest set.
Still he lifted his shirt anyway to show off the fresh ones on his torso. "I got all these too. But it stopped the guy from giving Gail more poison." And really that was the thing he was the most grateful for. He pulled his shirt back down and tilted his head up at Laz. "Do you have any scars?" He might have asked before but he didn't remember.
He thought it was a really cool hobby, but it made sense to him. Like how she just mixed random ingredients and then called it food. If she could cook why couldn't she make potions? It was more interesting and useful than his knitting after all. A scarf wouldn't have done anything to help his brothers while they were poisoned. Though maybe he if could do a nice enough blanket... he tucked that idea neatly in the back of his mind to work on later. First some fluffy comforting yarn, though something easy to clean would probably be best. He'd have to do some small tests with the different yarns he'd managed to collect.
At least he wasn't left blushing for long at the thought of Lazerat and cute sailor boys, or even rugged sailor boys. He didn't even have time to mention he wanted to hang out with Lazerat on a ship to look around. And maybe do more. Zory eagerly latched onto the dragon talk and nodded. "Maybe! I don't know if we'll actually be that lucky though. They might also think we haven't recovered enough yet." Hearing Laz warn Zelly against trying to get injured too made him snort softly and nod. "You really shouldn't do. It sucked. A lot."
Zelly's suggestion was something he latched onto though. The thought of her handsome holder brother being around more did sound really nice, though he wasn't sure why getting a dragon wouldn't be part of everyone's dream. "They're really nice. You can go so many places and see new things! And you're never alone. Also, I'm not sure if you've ever cuddled a dragon, but that's really nice too. I get to cuddle Xyxyth, and even Malvayth when I go visit them!"
He wasn't even aware he'd been picking and tugging at the stitches until Zelly slapped his hand. He was going to whine but then Laz was holding his hand and talking and Zory was turning red again. His voice was slightly hoarse for a moment as he said, "I'm not doing it on purpose." After taking a moment to swallow down the lump in his throat he more clearly said, "I think it itches enough that it bothers me without me noticing. I might have to just try and wear something around it to keep it safe." It was nice that Lazerat thought scars had stories, and he supposed it was true, even if he didn't especially like the story behind his newest set.
Still he lifted his shirt anyway to show off the fresh ones on his torso. "I got all these too. But it stopped the guy from giving Gail more poison." And really that was the thing he was the most grateful for. He pulled his shirt back down and tilted his head up at Laz. "Do you have any scars?" He might have asked before but he didn't remember.
