Ok but. Imagine Sphinx Jim dosing off and one of the trolls nudges him to get his attention and he does that little "mrrrt?" noise that cats do when you wake them.
She had left for ten minutes. Ten.
Grabbing a snack had been three, then answering a phone call from one of her motherās associates had been about two. NotEnrique had a question about which movies he could watch with one of the loudest volume settings without getting too distracting yet still be entertaining, and then she entered her room with the bowl of guacamole in her feathered hands to something she almost had no surprise over.
Hand propped up on the edge of his knee, she could hear a distant sounding soft snore from Jim. He was even more exhausted these days, trying to help Blinky in finding some way to reverse the whole situation that had indirectly, happened because of him.Ā
She knew that he was just trying to help. She knew he had never meant for this to happen, but he diligently spent time as much as he could to find a cure.
Claire spent a moment shifting the bowl into her other arm before looking down at her- well, she didnāt know what to call it, where her hand should have been. It resulted into feathers that were much stronger than the others, able to hold things and such. She clenched herĀ āhandā a bit, before carefully shaking his shoulder.
She heard a soft little sound, before he started to stretch awake. It was remarkably similar to one the family kitten made, but she wasnāt going to mention it.
āWas the problem so boring that you fell asleep?ā She asked, with a light tone, a chuckle.
