7/9/2025, 5:57 PM
Once he's righted with a mouthful of stems and petals, Lorroakan blinks owlishly as the man's expression twists with what he believes to be disgust? For what reason, he isn't quite sure. Asthma wasn't contagious, and he certainly isn't some kind of...leper.
It causes him to make the unsure assumption that his companion was hardly acquainted with medicine, let alone ailments. He isn't offended by the man's idiocy—if anything, it worries him. How could he treat himself properly, if he wasn't even sure of what illness he had, should one befall him?
Pip. What an odd nickname to have bestowed. He's too naive, or perhaps dense, to realize the man was picking fun at him.
Alas, Lorroakan smiles behind the bundle of stem and petal he now holds within his teeth.
With a soft wheeze, he plops onto his haunches, careful not to ruin the rest of the flower he'd left behind. With his head tilted, he watches with amusement—or perhaps he feels flattered? He isn't quite sure—as Neven takes a bow. It was hardly necessary, but the man seemed to favor the dramatics and all.
Lorroakan's chewing on the stems as if it's cud, when the man leans in close. It makes him choke and nearly swallow the stems not ready to be consumed.
After a beat, heat crawls to his cheeks. How embarrassing this is!
It causes him to make the unsure assumption that his companion was hardly acquainted with medicine, let alone ailments. He isn't offended by the man's idiocy—if anything, it worries him. How could he treat himself properly, if he wasn't even sure of what illness he had, should one befall him?
Pip. What an odd nickname to have bestowed. He's too naive, or perhaps dense, to realize the man was picking fun at him.
Alas, Lorroakan smiles behind the bundle of stem and petal he now holds within his teeth.
Ah, well, if that's too difficult, you could call me Roa. O-Or Pip works too, I suppose...
With a soft wheeze, he plops onto his haunches, careful not to ruin the rest of the flower he'd left behind. With his head tilted, he watches with amusement—or perhaps he feels flattered? He isn't quite sure—as Neven takes a bow. It was hardly necessary, but the man seemed to favor the dramatics and all.
Stars, you don't need to bow.The boy mused with mirth.
Not to me.Without a title to hold, or even some kind of luxurious background (if he could remember such), he's hardly royalty. But alas, he rather enjoys the theatrics!
Lorroakan's chewing on the stems as if it's cud, when the man leans in close. It makes him choke and nearly swallow the stems not ready to be consumed.
Goodness, um—you chew on the stems until it's a mash. It helps soothes the throat.He mumbles with a mouthful.
After a beat, heat crawls to his cheeks. How embarrassing this is!
Forgive me please. It isn't the most...appealing.He ducks his chin shyly.
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