aamos – vvardenfellcat

aamos:

The loss of warmth is a little disappointing to Aamos as well but he is relieved to gave regained his personal space.

The Dunmer cannot help but smile at the Khajiit’s attempt of forming a coherent sentence. He briefly opens his mouth, points at his throat again and shakes his head just like a moment ago.

Situations like these occur so often lately that Aamos wonders how in the Oblivion he can’t remember to carry his notebook with him everywhere.

So that was the problem. J’hasi frowned as he hmm’d in his throat, brow cocking as he tried to think of a way around this little hitch. His expression brightened, ears pricking as he fumbled with the pouch at his side, tail swishing behind him.

“Y’c’n write, right?” he asked, then started giggling, pausing in his fumbling to press a hand to his mouth, eyes squeezing shut with mirth.

“Write, right…” he mumbled, giggling a little more before he resumed digging around in the pouch, pulling out a slim journal. It was one he had only just gotten a few days ago, only a few sketches of the College and the Sea of Ghosts on its first pages out of the many blank ones. Safe enough to let a stranger borrow for a bit. It took a little more digging before the Khajiit pulled out a sharpened piece of wood, the tip burnt into a stiff charcoal. He flipped past the first few pages of sketches before folding them and the cover over, holding out the materials for the Dunmer to use.

“I c’n *HIC* r-reeead… D’nmerish or Cshhyro…C-… …th’ oth’r one…” he slurred, another hiccup coming from him as he waited patiently with a hum, tail curling behind him at the tip.

aamos:

Aamos can’t help grimacing when the overwhelming stench of alcohol fills his unaccustomed nostrils and he tries to lean back, with little success.

He manages to shrug at the comment and wiggle a hand in between them, pointing at his throat and shaking his head. If he understands he understands, but Aamos doesn’t count on it.

The question is almost ridiculous, although the Dunmer suspects it has plenty to do with the inebriated state of the cat. However, at the moment he is more confused than scared and he firmly shakes his head.

He didn’t seem to notice the Dunmer attempting to get a little space between them, too busy sniffing and investigating their hair at the moment, but he did jump a little once the squirming started. The Khajiit drew back a little, cocking his head at the gesturing directed towards the mer’s throat. He observed blankly for a few moments, gentle confusion on his face without comprehension. However, it seemed to finally occur to him that he was still embracing the poor stranger, letting them go with a touch of reluctance. The warmth was nice, but maybe giving the stranger free use of their hands would enlighten him further as to why they weren’t just speaking to him.

…oh.

“C’n y’not talk at all, or d’you not know…Cy…Cyrodi-….?” J’hasi huffed, finally getting a little frustrated with his sluggishness of tongue, but left his sentence off there, hoping that the stranger understood what he meant.

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Too startled (and a bit scared), Aamos can’t but stand there as the furry stranger latches onto him. It’s… not entirely unpleasant but the Dunmer has no idea what to do. He blushes slightly at the slurred words anyway. ((HAHA AHGDHS J’HASIIIIII))

J’hasi hummed, briefly rubbing the stranger’s cheek with his own before pulling back far enough to see the mer’s expression. He hiccuped before his head cocked a little to the side.

“Yyyyyer shorta quiet.” he mumbled drunkenly before his ears pricked and his eyes widened a little. The Khajiit leaned forward, almost going crosseyed as he stopped with his nose just barely in front of the mer’s own, unfortunately giving them more than a good whiff of the spirits on his breath.

“I didn’ shhhcare ya, did I?” he said in a loud whisper, as if he was trying to keep the whole forest from hearing him while being completely unaware that his volume was only a touch quieter than his muttering.

Heart’s Day! ☺

Maybe immediately breaking into a crate of booze he’d found outside of a bandit den wasn’t the brightest of ideas (the law wouldn’t care, stealing from bandits was almost encouraged, even), but J’hasi had been in a great mood all morning, practically singing. Now with the addition of some stolen liquid encouragement, he was chirping out some tavern ditty in Dunmeris, seeming to have surprised a stranger out on the road as he staggered out from the underbrush. He purred before giving them a spontaneous hug, tail flicking behind him as he smiled.

“I like you! Yyyyyou shhmell like f’owersh’n paper…” he giggled.