Eventually, she'll get bored and leave him alone, he figures, which isn't necessarily what he wants. He dusts the ice and wrappers off his head, puzzled.
"I'm pretty sure you can understand me when I speak," he murmurs, flipping a page over to sketch out a rose. "But I have to wonder why you haven't made any other attempts to communicate aside from moving things around. Coy creature."
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Date: 2013-07-28 03:41 am (UTC)"I'm pretty sure you can understand me when I speak," he murmurs, flipping a page over to sketch out a rose. "But I have to wonder why you haven't made any other attempts to communicate aside from moving things around. Coy creature."