Good, that's conveniently vague. He doesn't want to offer a lie, but there's no good way of explaining -
Lemm is smothered in fabric. The idea of an exotic pet having a dark cover thrown over its cage comes to mind, and he gives an annoyed huff as he tugs the blanket away from his face, mindful not to snag it on his horns. (Annoyed, but only in the mild way they'd intended.)
"Pest."
Lemm arranges the blanket more neatly around him. The journal is given up on as quickly as he'd tried it, and dumped on top of his bag again.
Maybe it's strange to just sit there, though. Likely why they'd offered. Reluctantly, Lemm leans back against the pillows again and renews the battle against feeling supremely comfortable.
...He drifts again, for a while. The problem - the only real problem here, if he's honest, is that there are other people in here. This is no one's fault.
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Lemm is smothered in fabric. The idea of an exotic pet having a dark cover thrown over its cage comes to mind, and he gives an annoyed huff as he tugs the blanket away from his face, mindful not to snag it on his horns. (Annoyed, but only in the mild way they'd intended.)
"Pest."
Lemm arranges the blanket more neatly around him. The journal is given up on as quickly as he'd tried it, and dumped on top of his bag again.
Maybe it's strange to just sit there, though. Likely why they'd offered. Reluctantly, Lemm leans back against the pillows again and renews the battle against feeling supremely comfortable.
...He drifts again, for a while. The problem - the only real problem here, if he's honest, is that there are other people in here. This is no one's fault.