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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 12:10 pm
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It's not that Alexis is in worse shape than prior to their tithing - that's an untrue statement. They're leaner now, muscles whipcord taut under their skin, their bones arches that at the wrong angle could break out at any point - it's just that they're thinner. It took a while to figure out how to eat without hurting themself, after all, and Alexis' metabolism has never cared to give them the time to figure things out.
But. Things are calm right now, maybe. They have time to figure out how to stretch again, with the wound healing slowly; they can climb things, if the jumps aren't too far - and they don't want to ruin their clothing. It's gifts. It's new. Alexis can't (won't, won't, won't) destroy new things.
"Bantock," they greet with a wave, leaning over the side of their perch. "Why're you here?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 1:37 pm
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"What do you weigh? 90 pounds? Seriously, I'd be fine," Alexis protested, but they still didn't help him; they did, however, give a short burst of applause when he made it up, not smiling (but to be fair, he'd never actually seen them smile, anyways; Alexis grimaced, they frowned, but they didn't really smile much).
"Yeah." They leaned back, hands in their lap, brows furrowed in concentration. "Used to, anyways. I don't really do it a lot lately. You have a water bottle or something?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 2:30 pm
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Alexis spotted Mogget and their face actually lit up, the smile only in their eyes but no less vibrant for it - these were 100% top quality scratchings being delivered directly to this beloved kitten, the like of which had never before been seen in this lifetime. "That was actually pretty good - I've been doin' it since I was, like - five or something? So it's pretty much second nature to me. As long as you don't break your leg in the first two months, it's usually a good sign." They sighed again, though, audibly frustrated. "But I can't - not right now. Not the way I used to. Even if I wasn't outta practice, I'm not stupid enough to hurt myself."
When the water bottle came out, Alexis reached out a hand for it, impatient. "Just give it here, alright?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 3:11 pm
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"Something like that." Alexis unscrews the top and furrows their brow, trying, trying, focusing - no violence, just control, control, control -
Mogget's scratches go abandoned, for the moment, and Alexis watches as water floats itself out of the bottle to circle their free hand in a lazy wave through the air; undulating. A crook of one finger, and it trails up their arm, their breathing steadied but slow. "If I'm not calm, it doesn't work right. And I'm not real good at being calm." They hold their hand out, then, and the water retreats back down their arm again to form into an orb floating above their empty palm.
"...but I can work with this."
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