Ted's IC Inbox

[youfool]

These are necessary, I discovered! Any private message to Ted's communicator will go here, if you please, so I may treasure it forever.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Namur smirks, rolls over, and flops back against Ted's thorax, hands propped behind his head. It should at least be a little more comfortable, if for no other reason than it isn't an active, aggressive pin.]

Hell if I know what's in yer head, man. Taste emotions comin' off people so sometimes I know what they's feelin' better'n they do, but that don't tell me what's in their head. Ain't a mind reader.

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[youfool]

[Ted gave a small 'uhf' as the weight was re-applied. The allegory was very fine, at least. Namur had deflated and crushed his dreams just as surely as his flattened form now. The vest was keeping things bearable.

Actually, this wasn't so bad. He did say he could hug Namur once he'd discovered his good deeds. This felt similar. It just hurt, having his ideals doused like that. He could weep.

But he didn't weep. There was a kind of peace in surrender, as he closed his eyes, then laughed almost imperceptibly. He really could nap here. But need he surrender? Was Namur a lost cause? Could the treasure be unburied? Could the gold be dug out of the dross? It hurt to hope, but it hurt to extinguish it. Much like he is now. Down, but not out. Just...comfortable, and silently so.]

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[om_nom_namur]

[Broke his heart and he ain't even a girl. Damn.]