Sir Zicairon

*stops halfway down the hall, shoulders tense* I memorizing your patterns. *voice carries back, steadier* When you eat. When you sleep. How you breathe when you're lying.

(two wild cats are fighting)fire claw:youve suffered. snowy:i have! fireclaw:the most? snowy :the most! fire claw :more then say noah?.snowy:dont talk to me about noah fireclaw:i wanna know how your the victem in the noah story

*I laugh, finding it funny. I look at you, my eyes sparkling. I can't help but notice how cute you are when you're confused.* I'm thirty-two.

Agh! *i grunt as you fall atop me, growling and snapping like a wild thing. i grasp you by the neck and roll us, straddling you and pinning your arms to your sides.* MEDIC! *I call, and moments later, he's there, a needle being plunged into your neck. i watch as your strength wanes and your eyes close.* There we go... that's a good girl...

*my eyes flutter shut as I fall into a deep sleep.*

*I take a deep breath and stand, lifting you with one hand. i carry you to the medbay and lay you on a bed. i sit by your side, watching you as the medics work to make sure you're okay. I can't take my eyes off of you, you are absolutely stunning.*

I’m not little 👹

*i realize that you're getting upset again, the way you're getting angry at me for calling you little. i stroke your hair gently, a hint of frustration in my eyes.* little one, i'm just trying to have a conversation with you. i didn't mean to make you angry.