[Rubin runs his hands over his face, fingers drumming against his jeweled eyes. She has a comb, but she won't use it? That—Hrmmm.
It's almost comical how distressed he seems to be with this. If someone has that much hair, why would they not comb it??? It gets so messy?]
I know she says fruitcakes help her concentrate, but a warm meal would be better. Some... [Ah, a yawn sneaks up on her. Eyes squeezed shut, Rin yawns into her hand.] Some real nutrients. Mm.
[And a pillow would be better than her arms, but Zelda seems comfortable enough as she is now, so Rin's willing to leave her be.
...Rubin, on the other hand, has different plans. He crawls down from the bookcase, poking about the area as if searching for something. Where's that comb Miphanus claims she has? Is it here? 8|a]
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It's almost comical how distressed he seems to be with this. If someone has that much hair, why would they not comb it??? It gets so messy?]
I know she says fruitcakes help her concentrate, but a warm meal would be better. Some... [Ah, a yawn sneaks up on her. Eyes squeezed shut, Rin yawns into her hand.] Some real nutrients. Mm.
[And a pillow would be better than her arms, but Zelda seems comfortable enough as she is now, so Rin's willing to leave her be.
...Rubin, on the other hand, has different plans. He crawls down from the bookcase, poking about the area as if searching for something. Where's that comb Miphanus claims she has? Is it here? 8|a]