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((that’d be pretty awesome! erika (generousasskicker) is also on that server and she’s level 40 so good times man))
(( Yeah, alright. I’ll go get started on something, and by that I mean stare at the character creator for about forty good minutes. XD ))
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((right servers, I’m on Gladden))
(( Ahhh, currently my characters are on Brandywine BV Buuut, I can make one over there later tonight. Just gotta decide on what TO play.))
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((dude we should totally friend each other or something, I’m lv 41 so I can try to help you out? or something))
((Ohhh, yeess, that’d be nice~ What server? ))
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WHAT YOU HAVE A LOTRO ACCOUNT?
(( 8V Yess? I had to make a new one on account of my old one being decimated, so no high levels tho ;; ))
-Lleion wasn’t about to explain sarcasm to the other. Someone else could handle that. She ignores the question in favor for concentrating on making sure that the other doesn’t reach the shorts. And not a moment too soon as she jerks the clothing up and out of her reach when she lunges.-
I’m going to make you a deall~. I give you the shorts and you owe me one favor that I can callll on at any time. Sound fair~?
-Missing the shorts by inches, the smaller Troll growled at the woman. Glaring up at her, she listened to the proposal. That wasn’t too bad… just a favor? Of course a favor to a black quad could be something… dangerous… It was never a good thing to owe a favor to someone you hated.-
Hmph, fine whateveR-R!
I’ll owe you the goddamn favoR-R, just give me the fucking shoR-Rts!
>Be the blacksmith and have a small tantrum like a child.
You made sure not to wince when the medicine was put on your hands, finding that he was surprisingly calm after he had confronted Ofiuca after you had left for the forest to muddle about in the cold. You didn’t know how that had ended, probably not good for either side, which would make you caught in the middle of something or another.
“Sorry, Bulgar.”
You repeated the phrase a lot, even when it wasn’t your fault you were used to taking the blame for things, especially when you were younger and you would take beatings for Ofiuca when she was as small as you were—it seemed like a habit that you couldn’t break easily nor soon. It was something others probably found annoying and unnecessary which would cause in both scolding and scowling from differentiated parties and would make you feel much more like someone who belonged in the forest. That’s where they seemed to find you in that blizzard after all, a lot of people treated you the same way they seemed to treat your new friend, and it was unacceptable in your eyes to see this happening again.
“You p-probably don’t think p-poorly of me b-but you probably d-don’t think that h-highly of me either. It’s o-okay, I like b-being in the i-indifferent area, t-the gray area since it’s..kind of d-difficult for me t-to take sides on things th-that aren’t controlled by me specifically.”
You were slowly becoming nervous about it but kept a calm and cool outer shell for once. It was a high possibility that he already overheard Ofiuca gossiping about with you about how you defended Bulgar often and would always pull your hair back from your face these days. It made an seismic feeling of awkward and therefore make you shake just a bit, as if you had asthmatic problems or another situation that called for chilling temperatures enough to make your teeth rattle.
“Y-You probably don’t either but t-that’s just an assumption. Here, y-you should go to b-bed it’s late, I’m going t-to be up all n-night I think..”
You still had work to do, if you were behind on it that wouldn’t be good. You swing your legs slowly over the side of the bed and give him a quick nod before going towards the now-broken door, grimacing at it a bit since you felt a bit guilty, and trying to pry it free so you could get down to the forge.
Once again, he shook his head at the apology. She had no real reason toapologize, so he didn’t see why she felt as though she kept doing so over and over again. Maybe it was just a personal quirk, or maybe something related to her past… it really wasn’t his business… at least not yet. His people had an odd way of looking at it. The past was the past… if you dwelled upon it for too long, you were left behind. At the same time there was a reverence for the long-dead ancestors of his people. Those who died in a great battle were ascended to the status of being nearly a god.
Shaking his head once more at her comment. After hurting herself, the last thing she needed to do was go to work at the forge all night and let the small wounds get infected. As Apo struggled with the door, he stood back up and walked over to her. Reaching down, he lifted her with ease, a hand under each arm before placing her back on the bed. Wordless as always, he pointed at the bed, telling her to sleep. He’d finish the rest of the work for the evening. It wasn’t the first time, though Bulgar rarely let the smaller woman go without sleep because of orders. Honestly… he didn’t understand why she took the volume of work she did. The commissions from the keep could have kept the shop afloat with little trouble.
Turning from the bed, he gripped the handle of the door and pried it free, chips of wood falling away to the floor… yeah the door was ruined. Tucking the heavy wood under his arm, he leaned down and ducked through the doorway before heading to the forge. It would be a long night, but at least Apo would get some sleep.
