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[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[The journal falls open and picks up the soft sounds of a teenage boy's slumber. After a minute, it's interrupted by an wet snort.] Ugh... go away.

[Shifting. It sounds like someone tossing around on straw.] Noishe, I'm trying to sleep here. [His fingers curl into rough fur. He grumbles and tries to shove the disturbance away, but it's far heavier than he anticipated.

He opens his eyes.]

Wha— ... you're not Noishe. And this isn't my house.

[followed by, louder--]

Where are your eyes?!

[ooc: Lloyd is waking up in the stables with his baby. Hope this is okay! ♥

Also I am going to sleep now. Tags when I wake up.]

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written;

[gentleidealist]

Never know until you try, right?

[It would be detectable in his voice if he spoke right now, but his writing tone is back to being friendly at least.]

I hope you're better at charades than I am, or else we'll have a problem.

written;

[encourage]

Right. I'll take you up on that sometime. You know, just to test it out.

[ Sakura is... both good and bad at charades. Hers tend to get very gesture filled, and she needs to simplify that down for the most part. ]

Ha! We'll have to see about that some time too.