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Lurcher woke in the grey twilight before dawn to the sounds of her guests fornicating on the bedroll. It took her a moment to identify the cause of the rustling blankets and breathless panting. When she did, she wanted to throw her shoes at the pair; she missed Stabij, and Crowther, and those two were reminding her of it in the most annoying way.
She turned over and tried to blot out the noise long enough to fall asleep again. That idea was ruined by a wailing sob, carrying long in the damp morning air.
Lurcher rolled over again, so that she could prop herself up on the edge of the bed and asked, "Are you finished, or are you going to wake the entire longhouse?"
Iros jerked upright, his dark eyes flashing tawny gold. His companion groaned and snuffled his way under blankets like an upset badger.
"Ah… sorry?" the aughisky offered, then patted the lump of blankets at his side. "Turnspit, you look like a pill bug under there. Sit up."
"No," came the muffled reply.
Lurcher leaned forward to hear him; this was the first time he'd spoken aloud in her presence. It was an oddly accented voice, but distinctive and full throated, not reedy or nasal.
"I'm going to lie down and die," Turnspit continued. "It will save me years of humiliation, I am certain."
Iros blinked at that, then grinned at Lurcher, and patted the blankets again. "He's shy."
"I'm modest, you shameless peacock-"
"I don't see what you have to be modest about. You're very pretty, for a human."
At that, Turnspit threw off the blankets to glare at Iros. The aughisky just grinned, very satisfied; he reacted to Turnspit's annoyed push with a push of his own, until Lurcher had two mostly naked guests tussling on her floor like small boys.
She did pick up a shoe – the baby's, so it was small and soft – and threw it at them.
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mini_nanowrimo -- this part is funny, or at least intended to be so.previous
Lurcher woke in the grey twilight before dawn to the sounds of her guests fornicating on the bedroll. It took her a moment to identify the cause of the rustling blankets and breathless panting. When she did, she wanted to throw her shoes at the pair; she missed Stabij, and Crowther, and those two were reminding her of it in the most annoying way.
She turned over and tried to blot out the noise long enough to fall asleep again. That idea was ruined by a wailing sob, carrying long in the damp morning air.
Lurcher rolled over again, so that she could prop herself up on the edge of the bed and asked, "Are you finished, or are you going to wake the entire longhouse?"
Iros jerked upright, his dark eyes flashing tawny gold. His companion groaned and snuffled his way under blankets like an upset badger.
"Ah… sorry?" the aughisky offered, then patted the lump of blankets at his side. "Turnspit, you look like a pill bug under there. Sit up."
"No," came the muffled reply.
Lurcher leaned forward to hear him; this was the first time he'd spoken aloud in her presence. It was an oddly accented voice, but distinctive and full throated, not reedy or nasal.
"I'm going to lie down and die," Turnspit continued. "It will save me years of humiliation, I am certain."
Iros blinked at that, then grinned at Lurcher, and patted the blankets again. "He's shy."
"I'm modest, you shameless peacock-"
"I don't see what you have to be modest about. You're very pretty, for a human."
At that, Turnspit threw off the blankets to glare at Iros. The aughisky just grinned, very satisfied; he reacted to Turnspit's annoyed push with a push of his own, until Lurcher had two mostly naked guests tussling on her floor like small boys.
She did pick up a shoe – the baby's, so it was small and soft – and threw it at them.
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Mmmm, sex.
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