Lion Head Mesa ductile

aaa sorry that was a short reply, got it in before my internet access got cut <33333

with abject dullness the neb looked over the room, more out of reflex to show polite interest in a host's living space - rather than any spark of curiosity.

again, tavina's words did not reach him until a longer silence. an ear turned in her direction before his head did.

"hm? o- yeah. yeah ah could use it." he attempted to grasp at the threads of composure, but still his tiny body trembled as he moved to seat himself in a spot.

he wet his lips. he tried to say something. he stayed quiet with an open mouth.

he tried again.

"mi... tavina." 

"she... she ain't gon' git a mournin' period, is she?"