"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[Praise that goes as quickly to Rincewind's head as the wine; he grins his triumph.
The idea of going to bed is absolutely lovely, though, and a long time coming. Rincewind gets his long limbs sorted out well enough to straighten and stand as well.]
Absolutely. [with a cheerful nod, shoving aside a moment's concern that any bed Chilton offers him will match the styling of the rest of his furniture - that is to say, lacking comfort or a noticeable intention for human use.] I would never turn down your magic fingers.
[a beat.]
...Which, erm, sounded better in my head, I think.
Perhaps it was lucky that Raina didn't hear you say that.
[Chilton didn't believe his own words, of course; nothing was lucky about Raina being exported. But it was all he could do, to cling to those whispers of humor.]
... But my fingers appreciate the praise, regardless. Come on, now.
[The closest he could come to saying thank you, Rincewind for the good company and proper, non-box wine.]
[hopefully he's made the home just a little easier to sleep in tonight for Chilton. Rincewind knows it will be for him, pleased to follow Chilton to whatever guest room the man has in mind.
(But if there are low windows anywhere, a certain many-legged guardian may spend the night perched outside them, staring woodenly inside, brooding as best as a travel accessory can.)]
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Date: 2016-06-29 04:23 pm (UTC)The idea of going to bed is absolutely lovely, though, and a long time coming. Rincewind gets his long limbs sorted out well enough to straighten and stand as well.]
Absolutely. [with a cheerful nod, shoving aside a moment's concern that any bed Chilton offers him will match the styling of the rest of his furniture - that is to say, lacking comfort or a noticeable intention for human use.] I would never turn down your magic fingers.
[a beat.]
...Which, erm, sounded better in my head, I think.
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Date: 2016-06-30 01:07 am (UTC)[Chilton didn't believe his own words, of course; nothing was lucky about Raina being exported. But it was all he could do, to cling to those whispers of humor.]
... But my fingers appreciate the praise, regardless. Come on, now.
[The closest he could come to saying thank you, Rincewind for the good company and proper, non-box wine.]
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Date: 2016-06-30 05:39 am (UTC)(But if there are low windows anywhere, a certain many-legged guardian may spend the night perched outside them, staring woodenly inside, brooding as best as a travel accessory can.)]