Seph: | What's the matter? |
Feyn: | I'm currently suffering from melancholia... |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | *sigh* |
Seph: | . . . What _is_ the matter? |
Feyn: | *he points at the corner of the room with his eyes* |
Seph: | Oh. Your boy. |
Feyn: | _My_ boy? |
Seph: | Well, we had to call him something since you'd never named him. |
Feyn: | I told you to name him, didn't I? |
Seph: | I haven't come up with anything that sounds nice yet. |
Feyn: | Anything will do. |
Seph: | Well, a name did pop up in my head. |
Feyn: | Then we'll call him that. |
Seph: | Luka. It means 'wound' in Malay. |
Feyn: | . . . |
Seph: | You don't like it? *grin* |
Feyn: | I'm not amused. |
Seph: | Yes, I thought you wouldn't be. |
Feyn: | I doubt the boy will appreciate it when he knows its meaning. |
Seph: | I'm still thinking of a suitable name for him. It's hard as I didn't really get the chance to know him. He _did_ slip off the minute we turned our heads. |
Feyn: | I've been trying to make him understand he should stay with you when I tell him to. *sigh* |
Seph: | *shrugs* He wants to be with you, not us. |
Feyn: | *sigh* While I appreciate the devotion, it's bothering me right now. I've never felt his presence this much before. Being with Kamahn and Khamiel must have done something to my senses. |
Seph: | *roll eyes* I think it's just guilt. Now that you've realised you'd forgotten this boy while you'd been trying so hard with Kamahn, it's really eating at you, isn't it? |
Feyn: | *sigh* I'm going. Send Draven over with a message if there's anything interesting to see. |
Seph: | Right. Good luck with your boy. |
Feyn: | I'll just go about my business and he'll hover about in the background, as he's always done. |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | Now that I've noticed him hovering, I don't think it's healthy for him. It's really why I'd prefer it if he stayed with you. |
Seph: | That's a pretty legitimate excuse to get rid of him; Concern. *grin* |
Feyn: | *grin* Of course, if doing the right thing for him means getting rid of him, I'll try to handle the loss. *laughs* |
Seph: | Feyn! |
Feyn: | I really don't know what to do with him. Like I'd said, I never really took him in, he just...attached himself to my apartment. I don't often remember he's there. |
Seph: | The boy seems to have his problems. |
Feyn: | I would rather not know. |
Seph: | You probably will one day, and since we're stuck with you, so will we. |
Feyn: | Yes, well, the moment he detaches himself, I'll make sure he stays detached. |
Seph: | Good luck. |
Feyn: | Stop telling me that! |
Seph: | From what the guys had said about the boy, I think you need it. |
Feyn: | This is making me even more depressed. Good bye. |
Seph: | *grin* Bye. |
Feyn: | And before you call me back, do remove the bottom eyelashes on Kohya's face. |
Seph: | Right. *grin* |
Feyn: | *sighs* Come along, boy. |
