Sinric the Wanderer (
thewidewideworld) wrote2015-11-03 09:11 am
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slipping away with Ragnar
{From here}
Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.
"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.
Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.
"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.
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Jay's workshop has grown considerably since Ragnar stole a bike, even since he was last down the sing to the babies.
The canvas walls have been moved to take up a space three times the size. One half of it dominated by a glowing blue concaved structure, covered in niches the size of adult drones. Not unlike the inside of a bee hive. It has a very organic feel for something made of plastic, glass and metal.
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Lock spots Ragnar and comes floating over, greeting him with a friendly hum, like a snatch of song.
The most noticeable change it that the tank for the babies is missing.
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Lock gives the youth a gentle purr, brushing against Sinric's outstretched fingers.
Jay nods towards a larger opening near the centre of the hive. "The others have taken over keeping the little ones on line now that they've calmed down a little. They still get excitable though so watch yourself."
Six little shapes, still blotches with black and red peek out of the nursery, three larger white adults flanking them.
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He reaches out to greet Lock with a touch, as well, as this is a friendly machine person who can be trusted. "Hello again," he says. "Can we sing to your little ones?"
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Sinric can't help but giggle at the little drones antics as Lock fusses at making them comfortable. "You are most kind, thank you."
Jay watches from the workshop bench, keeping an eye on the babies just in case they get over exited.
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Sinric listens too, still learning the epic in parts. This part he does recognise and mouthes along, his voice low.
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Jay leans against the bench, a drone on each shoulder. Ragnar has managed to bring the entire workshop to rapt silence.
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"It seems they like Norse poetry," he says, sounding almost surprised.
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"May I sing to them?" Sinric asks softly. "I don't know anything quite as wise as the epic of Ragnar's people but I know many songs from my own court."
Jay nods and gestures him to go on if he wants to.
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He chooses a simple child's song at first and is a little shocked when the drones pick up the tune and in their own humming tones, sing back the repeats.
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Jay notices the youth's surprise and give the adults a subtle signal to chill. He doesn't want them frightening Sinric in their enthusiasm.
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He sings three or four songs more before stopping to sip more of the water.
"I think you made some new friends." Jay chuckles as the drones click and chirp their approval.
Lock comes back and tugs lightly on Ragnar's sleeve, wanting to show him something.
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