Shōryū's only reward was a huge, (over-)dramatic sigh as Enki jumped up on the table, crossed his ankles and grabbed them. It was a very familiar position.
"Perhaps you're more like the king than I thought... Quicker about things too. Maybe he had a twin?" This was, of course, not really possible with ranka, and they both knew it.
Giving the books a baleful stare, Enki wasn't sure he wanted to talk about that. It was much too alike the talk of war and battle he preferred to avoid as much as possible. They couldn't not talk about it, no, but...
"Did you filch the king's clothes while he was playing with the covers before you ended up here? Are you gonna go around dressed like that?"
So instead of doing the best thing, Enki turned to the matter of clothes; no matter how unused their fellow 'prisoners' were with the clothes of En, anyone could tell the clothes Shōryū had come dressed in yesterday was not the clothes of a shiftless drunk.
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Date: 2011-02-08 11:13 am (UTC)"Perhaps you're more like the king than I thought... Quicker about things too. Maybe he had a twin?" This was, of course, not really possible with ranka, and they both knew it.
Giving the books a baleful stare, Enki wasn't sure he wanted to talk about that. It was much too alike the talk of war and battle he preferred to avoid as much as possible. They couldn't not talk about it, no, but...
"Did you filch the king's clothes while he was playing with the covers before you ended up here? Are you gonna go around dressed like that?"
So instead of doing the best thing, Enki turned to the matter of clothes; no matter how unused their fellow 'prisoners' were with the clothes of En, anyone could tell the clothes Shōryū had come dressed in yesterday was not the clothes of a shiftless drunk.