[He's trained and practiced, too: Smoke Knight, at least on a low level of skill. He's out of bed, with a steel edged ruler in his hand like a saber, studying the bed through slit, hostile eyes.]
Stay back. I'm ready for it.
[He watches, then frowns. The blankets are humping and lumping on their own, and a pitiful little trumpetty grumble is heard. He gingerly, uncertainly uses the ruler to flip back the blankets.]
[There, looking soulfully up at them, trunk curled in tight in worried fashion, fuzzy little ears fanning the air, is a maximimmoth, its ginger hair soft and fuzzy in the sunlight seeping past the office curtains.]
Sweet lightening. It's...
[He melts to the bed, smiling besottedly down at the critter.]
no subject
Stay back. I'm ready for it.
[He watches, then frowns. The blankets are humping and lumping on their own, and a pitiful little trumpetty grumble is heard. He gingerly, uncertainly uses the ruler to flip back the blankets.]
[There, looking soulfully up at them, trunk curled in tight in worried fashion, fuzzy little ears fanning the air, is a maximimmoth, its ginger hair soft and fuzzy in the sunlight seeping past the office curtains.]
Sweet lightening. It's...
[He melts to the bed, smiling besottedly down at the critter.]
Awww... Florin!
Ilsa, it's FLORIN!