[ The silence stretches as Warriorhead considers his words. He's used to language being a point of contention between them, sometimes even wonders how wide the gap between their understanding is. While he'd 'slept', a record player mysteriously found its way to him. Then Isha had presented him with cookies, and cocoa, and strange owl-shaped footie pyjamas. What does Noh-Varr know about owls? That they're silent hunters...with a very small brain. Today he'd been lifted by his throat, though whether or not he'd been meant to interpret that as a punishment or threat, he still isn't sure.
Warriorhead breaks the silence by moving--
Noh-Varr stifles a gasp. One hand jumps forward to stop the puncture, but Warriorhead is tremendously fast. For a moment his brain is alight with what can only be described as worry. He finds himself relaxing only after the vocal confirmation tells him Warriorhead is still well. Exhaling, he prevents himself from becoming annoyed. The display had a purpose, he tells himself. ]
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Warriorhead breaks the silence by moving--
Noh-Varr stifles a gasp. One hand jumps forward to stop the puncture, but Warriorhead is tremendously fast. For a moment his brain is alight with what can only be described as worry. He finds himself relaxing only after the vocal confirmation tells him Warriorhead is still well. Exhaling, he prevents himself from becoming annoyed. The display had a purpose, he tells himself. ]
Why did you do that?