05.Jul.22, 09:50 PM
The more Lazerat talked about climbing and cliff diving the more Zoremet wanted to give it a try. Though the thought of falling or getting battered against rocks from picking a bad place to jump made it seem all the more daunting. It probably wasn't something he should try to do himself. "Maybe you can let me watch you cliff dive sometime. And maybe I can give it a try... not yet though. I'm not supposed to let my stitches get wet. Have to sponge around them when I bathe."
And then Laz brought up a mysterious scar that had to do with Zelly and her reaction only made him more curious. He put on his biggest and best puppy eyes as he watched and waited for Zelana to notice, ready to plead if he had to. And when she told the story he listened with rapt attention and managed to keep still and silent up until the very end when he started to giggle.
"Scissors?!" He giggled, thinking about the one story that K'dar had told him once from a book he'd read. "So instead of the sword in the stone it was the shears in the butt." That made him outright burst into laughter and he rolled just enough to bury his face into Lazerat's abs so he could try to muffle the sound at least a little bit and compose himself. When he'd had a couple of moments he rolled back to his original position again, gasping for a few breaths. "Sorry! Sorry... it probably wasn't as funny when it happened. But it does sound funny now."
He thought about it a moment and tilted his head. "I don't think I've ever kept a souvenir from a scar or injury. Maybe if a funny story happens to cause one I'll try to keep something." Zoremet reached up to brush some stray hair from his forehead and caught sight of his hand again and paused to study it thoughtfully. "Maybe I'll ask if I can keep my finger? Just... put it in a tiny jar or something. If they even have it." He frowned and looked up at the siblings. "Or would that be too weird?"
And then Laz brought up a mysterious scar that had to do with Zelly and her reaction only made him more curious. He put on his biggest and best puppy eyes as he watched and waited for Zelana to notice, ready to plead if he had to. And when she told the story he listened with rapt attention and managed to keep still and silent up until the very end when he started to giggle.
"Scissors?!" He giggled, thinking about the one story that K'dar had told him once from a book he'd read. "So instead of the sword in the stone it was the shears in the butt." That made him outright burst into laughter and he rolled just enough to bury his face into Lazerat's abs so he could try to muffle the sound at least a little bit and compose himself. When he'd had a couple of moments he rolled back to his original position again, gasping for a few breaths. "Sorry! Sorry... it probably wasn't as funny when it happened. But it does sound funny now."
He thought about it a moment and tilted his head. "I don't think I've ever kept a souvenir from a scar or injury. Maybe if a funny story happens to cause one I'll try to keep something." Zoremet reached up to brush some stray hair from his forehead and caught sight of his hand again and paused to study it thoughtfully. "Maybe I'll ask if I can keep my finger? Just... put it in a tiny jar or something. If they even have it." He frowned and looked up at the siblings. "Or would that be too weird?"