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Mydeimos

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Mydeimos

Mydeimos

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[cyclus]

I don't have that many pillows!

[ Untrue. He has a nest. It's comfortable.

His ears wiggle, and he smiles, one arm wrapping around Mydeimos' waist. ]

We could wrap a lot of them in the sheets and carry them that way.

[strifeborne]

You have more than you can count on both hands.

[ It's a shame Phainon is so dog coded, he missed his calling as a bird or beaver. His other hand settles over the arm around his waist, watching Fig Stew explore the room. ]

We could. Or we could see if there's some kind of moving service.

[cyclus]

And who is to blame for that?

[ Grinning, he shakes his head, fond and happy. As if he doesn't dote on Mydei just as much as his friend does him. ]

I'll search for someone later.

[strifeborne]

You're certainly not pointing the blame at me.

[cyclus]

Would I do that? Hehe.

[ Yes, he would. ]

This is probably a good wrapping point but -

[strifeborne]

[ Tenderly grips his wrist and tosses him over his shoulder, time to christen the bedroom with a wrestling match. ]