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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:08 pm
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His day was over and as nice as it had been, if not emotionally exhausting, the next day left Calder without his guaranteed company. Barth left that morning to get ready for his day with Christof and Calder was left to lay in bed alone that morning. When he woke up, he had no one to sit with and eat. Grimhold was off somewhere, no doubt doing errands for Barth, and Calder was alone in the house with just Zar.
Frowning, he had made a small breakfast for the two of them, leaving a basket of small rats coated in a pastry dust and cinnamon on the table and eating some carrots for himself. He needed the comfort food.
Not liking his room and not sure about going outside, he sat on the couch and brought the blankets over him to smell the scent of Barth and take what minor comfort that brought. Restless, Calder then flopped down on his side and stared at the wall.
It would be a very long day.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 8:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 8:22 pm
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Calder turned, not sure how to take Zar's tone now. He felt on tip-hooves ever since Zar snapped at him, and didn't want to upset the demon, but he wasn't sure exactly when Zar was upset or not. Each time he moved it seemed agitated and it was hard to read a creature that sometimes moved differently to that of a kelpie.
"I...you said I was lazy last night." He pointed out, feeling bad. "I didn't know how that happened but, I don't want you thinking that. I guess...I spend too much time running around not doing much. I'm not like...focused on business like everyone else. I guess that's lazy." He said, trying to rationalize what Zar had said to him.
He sat down on the couch, fiddling with the plaid skirt he was wearing. It had a soft, lace underskirt underneath it that made it spread out wider than his kilt and it was comfortable by giving his legs more room to move.
"No...I mean...yeah, it was that but...." He continued fiddling with the hem. "I guess I thought you might have liked being around me? Or just...liked me a little." He frowned more, his fingers slowing down as he just sat there.
He finally looked up. "You don't like me very much, do you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 8:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 8:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 8:20 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 4:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 4:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 4:34 pm
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