- 83 [Written / Action]

[fortunefail]

[Martel]

Have you been settling in without any problems?

[The hidden question is "Has Mithos been giving you any problems?", but he's not quite that tactless. So this will have to do. Especially after the latest experiment, he wants to be sure she's all right.]

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[Action]

[It's been about four months since Kratos disappeared from the enclosure. So much has happened in that time that Yuan's finally coming to terms with something; there's a good chance he'll never truly see the man again. Unless he's returned here in the future, like some others, but Yuan's not holding his breath for that. They'd already said their farewells before coming to Luceti, but back then, there was still a line of communication in case Yuan desperately needed to speak with him. Now there's no way to contact his old friend and he didn't even get to say any parting words this time. A shame, because he could really use some of that trademark Kratos advice right about now.

To make matters worse, some prankster decided to have a bit of fun with Yuan's hair. It used to reach all the way to his waist, but a considerable amount of it was cut off. It can still fit in a ponytail, but now it barely reaches his shoulderblades. Yuan assumes it's Mithos's doing. Considering his track record, it seems like the kind of thing he'd do. Yuan just can't be bothered to yell at him anymore. He'll just have to increase the amount of locks on his door and hope nobody will comment on the sudden change.

Feeling especially restless, he's decided to go see Noishe this afternoon. Perhaps it's because Noishe was Kratos's pet, or perhaps he just has a soft spot for the creature after all. Yuan doesn't even know himself, but it doesn't really matter. Anyone is free to catch him either while he's on his way to the stables between house 42 and Community Building 7, or while he's in the stables.]

Comments

[consultmybooks]

...little squiggly blobs that are too small to see.

Your sort sounds far more interesting.

[fortunefail]

[He chuckles at that.] They certainly make better pets. Noishe isn't mine, though. He belonged to a close companion.

[consultmybooks]

Just visiting, or are you looking after him for now?

[fortunefail]

Just visiting. He receives plenty of care from others.

[consultmybooks]

Not just his owner?

[Not that Giles can really comment. Epona isn't his horse, certainly, but he likes tending to her occasionally.]

He must be a very nice Protozoan. He didn't seem to like me very much, though.

[fortunefail]

Noishe isn't too fond of strangers. He'll come around eventually, if you give him some time and earn his trust.

[consultmybooks]

Is there anything in particular that he prefers to eat?

[Sugar cubes and carrots had helped Epona come around.]

[fortunefail]

Noishe resembles a dog in more than just his basic build. He'll gladly eat most kinds of meat.

[consultmybooks]

[Giles looks marginally cheered to hear that.]

Most kinds of meat. Right. I can manage that.

...if you don't mind, that is.

[fortunefail]

[He's a little amused that Giles would ask his permission for this sort of thing.] Go right ahead. As I said, he isn't my pet, and there's no harm in it either way.

[consultmybooks]

Yes, but you are the one looking after him. Doesn't hurt to check.

[fortunefail]

Well, I have no objections.

[consultmybooks]

Thank you.

If he's anything like the dogs back home, at least, I think I can improve his feelings towards me.

[fortunefail]

Then, I'll wish you good luck.