Kalira's Randomness

An unusual style/mood for me for siblings but . . . well. *gestures at their canon*

‟Another day.” Hilmir agreed with a sigh, rolling over again to lean his head more heavily into Ryan’s hand, crushing his arm against the side of the couch. It was a familiar gesture. ‟Why are you still reading that, it’s awful.” It wasn’t a question, save in the sense that Hilmir was very good at slanting his tone as I am wondering about your sanity. Ryan mostly didn’t bother to think about what that said about him; he knew himself very well. ‟I’ve gotten this far, and I want to see what happens to this princess.” Ryan said.

The treadmill was so mind-numbingly boring. Nothing to chase, he thought wryly. Another, broader swish and Hilmir’s tail thumped into the floor again. ‟When you run on the treadmill I can nap.” he said loftily. ‟It is far superior.” ‟We could use the exercise.” Ryan reminded, but yawned, fingers delving deeper in Hilmir’s mane.

An afternoon's reminiscing with her friends has Karina reminded anew how lucky she is; Ryan is always happy to hear how great he is, thank you, Princess.