hands, reaching out, etc | day 14, morning onward, anywhere | open

[medalrider]

[There is a curious dinosaur wandering the house. Well, a young man who is also a dinosaur. And calling him curious is being a little generous, it would be more accurate to say nosy.

 

See, Dino Boy here kind of has a thing for helping those in need. He thinks it's only natural, since he's a guard, and guards protect people. He's supposed to keep the house safe. Really, that's all he knows how to do, and since his awakening all he's wanted to know was how to keep protecting everyone from inside the house. Unfortunately, he hasn't really been able to figure that out just yet. He's not going to give up, though! He can be pretty stubborn when he wants to be.

 

Thanks to the recent bout of house-induced weirdness, he is now faced with a perfect opportunity for Helping. Dealing with emotion-changing flowers is probably very stressful! Isn't his duty to make sure everyone is safe after such an ordeal? He's decided that it definitely is, which is why he is currently doing the aforementioned wandering, looking for people who might be in trouble. Or who were previously in trouble. Or who might get into trouble in the future. Who are sentient, really.

He just wants to make sure everyone is okay! Which apparently means sticking his scaly nose into the business of whoever he comes across.]

 

[ooc: action or prose is cool with me!!]

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[wingedapostle]

[She looks away at the question. It's not that she's reluctant to share things with him – having just met someone doesn't matter too much to her – but rather that she's too ashamed to look him in the eye.] I remembered something very bad...something I did.

[medalrider]

Oh... [He doesn't ask for specifics, doesn't particularly want them, and anyway he doesn't want to make her more upset. That's the opposite of what he wants.]

You know... You don't seem the type to go around doing bad things. I'm sure you had a good reason for doing it, whatever it was.

[wingedapostle]

[Angel shakes her head quickly, her expression growing pained. She knows he means well, and she appreciates it, but he doesn't understand. She supposes she now knows what the hearth might have been feeling while she was talking to him.]

There is no good reason to kill.