04-02-2011, 07:22 AM
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He wasnt too sure how the meeting with the stoic Itachi Lykoi had gone the day before. The boy had obviously not forgiven him for shatterinc certain beliefs about the sky and the stars. But he should have more respect than that and therefore Teddy had been at least able to train him a little in an alternative method of figting. It hadnt been easy to be the teacher instead of the teached again, remembering the brief lessons he'd given to Naniko. The boy was a good listener though and seemed to absorb most of what Teddy was saying. He'd left the golden boy with some sort of satisfaction and he'd returned to his room. His room was more than big enough for him to practise on his own, working through the muscles he'd failed to use earlier when teaching. He'd made a round of the borders before he'd retired to be and fallen asleep face first on his bed.
Nervous words caught his subconscious mind and hurtled him towards the waking world. Not only was it a voice he'd missed in the last month, but she'd once again called him 'Teddy'. His heart hammered against his chest as he fought against the drowsy blanket that wanted him to go back to sleep. And a small part of his mind said that he should ignore her. She had ordered him from her rooms without a care in the world as to what it might do to him. She'd shouted at him and he wasnt to be shouted at. But a new perspective said that she had come to him, she was apologetic perhaps. Groggy voice came round first in a few seconds after she had spoken, followed by the dragging of his head off the bed.
"Demi? What're you doing here?"
For once the question wasnt accusatory, it was a simple and curious question. What was she here for? She might be here to apologise, but she could equally be here to kick his ass for walking out. He dragged his long body up and turned around, a lazy hand beckoning her in to is domain.
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ooc;; awwh she called him Teddy! <333
He wasnt too sure how the meeting with the stoic Itachi Lykoi had gone the day before. The boy had obviously not forgiven him for shatterinc certain beliefs about the sky and the stars. But he should have more respect than that and therefore Teddy had been at least able to train him a little in an alternative method of figting. It hadnt been easy to be the teacher instead of the teached again, remembering the brief lessons he'd given to Naniko. The boy was a good listener though and seemed to absorb most of what Teddy was saying. He'd left the golden boy with some sort of satisfaction and he'd returned to his room. His room was more than big enough for him to practise on his own, working through the muscles he'd failed to use earlier when teaching. He'd made a round of the borders before he'd retired to be and fallen asleep face first on his bed.
Nervous words caught his subconscious mind and hurtled him towards the waking world. Not only was it a voice he'd missed in the last month, but she'd once again called him 'Teddy'. His heart hammered against his chest as he fought against the drowsy blanket that wanted him to go back to sleep. And a small part of his mind said that he should ignore her. She had ordered him from her rooms without a care in the world as to what it might do to him. She'd shouted at him and he wasnt to be shouted at. But a new perspective said that she had come to him, she was apologetic perhaps. Groggy voice came round first in a few seconds after she had spoken, followed by the dragging of his head off the bed.
"Demi? What're you doing here?"
For once the question wasnt accusatory, it was a simple and curious question. What was she here for? She might be here to apologise, but she could equally be here to kick his ass for walking out. He dragged his long body up and turned around, a lazy hand beckoning her in to is domain.
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"speech"