Still slightly glittery Goth

[ostro_goth]

There is much less glitter on Teja than the last time; but indeed, there may be green, coppery, purple or indeed octarine specks upon his hair and over his person still.

There certainly are on Myrrh's fur as the little black cat is gyrating sinuously before the fire, cleaning herself in impolite to mention places in broad public, as cats are wont to.

Teja is sitting in his usual chair, with his harp, playing something that is unusually sweet, cheerful, and simple for him. And thinking upon many things.

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[the_huntsman]

Enter one hungover Huntsman, clutching at his head and looking rather grey. He begs for something to ease the pain from Bar, coming away with a cup of sweet tea, a large bacon roll, and a small white pellet. He sniffs the pellet suspiciously, but nonetheless carries his spoils away from the Bar.

When he sees Teja, he makes his way gingerly towards him, wincing at the music. He grunts something that may be a greeting, lying down on a couch near the goth.

[ostro_goth]

"Was it Atlantean?" Teja asks, in a low, dark, unobtrusive voice that would not hurt his helper's head any more.

Myrrh, however, ends her ablutions to come and investigate the prone human. She counts him among the humans vaguely associated with the forge, so her business.

[the_huntsman]

The Huntsman shakes his head, then groans, pressing both hands to his skull as if to crush the dwarves that are busy beating new shapes against the inside of his skull.

"Bourbon," he croaks, shifting back enough that Myrrh may leap up on the couch in front of his chest, should she so wish. "What is that?" He asks Teja, pointing to the small white pill sitting next to his steaming cup of tea.

[ostro_goth]

"Medicine from the future," Teja says. "Doctors got wise, and no longer make one drink bitter draughts and sickly-sweet tisanes, but instead one merely needs to swallow these small pellet."

Pause.

"Unless they stick you with needles."

[the_huntsman]

The Huntsman doesn't like the idea of needles. He takes the pellet, however, washing it down with a gulp of tea. His stomach is not settled enough for the bacon roll yet, though he tears off a small corner and feeds it to the cat now curled up against his chest, purring softly. Resting his head against the arm of the chair, he closes his eyes. Just for a moment.

[ostro_goth]

"Cats, of course, are good for that, also," Teja says, quietly amused.

Myrrh purrs.

[the_huntsman]

Scritch scritch. Eric's fingers move gently, behind the cat's ears. The only part of him that's moving, or will be in the near future.

"Why is there no cure for this yet?" He grumbles hoarsely, cracking one eye open to look at Teja, said eye being bloodshot and rather bleary.

[ostro_goth]

"It takes awhile ere it works," Teja says. "Tea, and those pellets, are a good beginning."

[the_huntsman]

He picks up the tea, frowning when he realises that he'll have to sit up to drink it. He makes it upright in increments, propping himself up against the cushions.

"Never let me drink bourbon," he says, groaning. "Or tend bar." It's all Bar's fault, after all. Leaving him napkins...which reminds him.

He reaches into his jerkin, pulling out a napkin with orange crayon markings on it. He has no idea what it says. "Can you tell me what that says?" He asks, handing it to Teja. He knows the goth can read - and isn't ashamed that he can't.

[ostro_goth]

Teja reaches out a long arm and takes it.

"She thinks you're cute. If you ask, she'll make you dinner.," he reads.

Pause.

"You found an admirer, while keeping bar?"

A female one, at that.

[the_huntsman]

The Huntsman gapes. And blushes. And snatches the napkin back, balling it up. "Um." He looks down at his tea. "Apparently." More than one, in fact. And that reminder is enough to turn him a little greyer, hunching down on the couch as he sips at his tea.

[ostro_goth]

"She would at least give you a free meal," Teja says, shrugging. "Or has she been very forwards, also?"

The poor man: - in his world, women likely weren't forward that way either, no more than men would ogle men.

[the_huntsman]

He shakes his head. "No, she um, she was polite." And far, far too good for him. And also rather older. "Sallie Reynolds?" He wonders if Teja knows her.

Yes, think about Sallie. Good idea. And not about his other admirer. God, not about that at all.

[kamehamehaaa]

Gohan approaches the kitten to see if she will let him pet her.

[ostro_goth]

Of course she will, at least for a moment! Myrrh is a very friendly and polite young cat.

[kamehamehaaa]

"Hi kitty." Gohan says softly, petting the cat very gently for someone as strong as he is.

[ostro_goth]

"Her name is Myrrh," Teja says, looking up from his harp.

[kamehamehaaa]

"Hi Myrrh." Gohan says, smiling gently.

[ostro_goth]

Myrrh licks his fingers.

[kamehamehaaa]

Gohan laughs; it tickles.

[ostro_goth]

"Cats are good for such things," Teja says, with quiet affection for the little black (glittery) animal.

[kamehamehaaa]

"Yeah, it's good to see after..."

So much death

"Bad things. Why is she sparkly?"

[ostro_goth]

"Because we met the trickster god of my people," Teja says.

[kamehamehaaa]

"Our god is green, he's called Kame-sama." Gohan says. "He's very wrinkly but not sparkly."

[ostro_goth]

"My people have many gods," Teja says, "and this one is called Loki; he shifts his shape, but his hair is always red, in one way or another."