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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Aug 5 2008, 11:26 AM |
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"Ahh, it's fine. We otters are a mite more experienced 'n most when it comes to bein' thickheaded," Jelal answered with a grin. Evidently all he needed was some fresh air and something to distract him to lose any bad temper he might have gotten from his earlier bump. And really, what was there to be worried about? He had a job, he had somebeast to talk to while doing it, and he was helping to keep a place in nice running order. Even if there didn't seem to be any point in this literal paper pushing. Jelal however didn't seem to mind that there wasn't much going on. No, he was still new, and the drudgery of running back and forth in a relatively small space had yet to impress himself upon him. And he had news that he was going to be joining the South Tower officially soon, so there was opportunity aplenty to get his lungs working and his legs pumping properly. It just wasn't good to be cooped up for too long, not for any species. Eventually it wore on the mind. "It is a very good day to enjoy the weather," he commented. "Myself I like a bit of a fresh rain every now and then. But, of course, up 'ere, y'know, the North? Rains get to be freezin'. Once almost had m'poor rudder near freeze solid when I was caught in a nasty rainstorm! Nice to have some cover my 'ead." He hefted the papers and shifted them in his arms, carrying them handily under one arm instead of two. "How long 'ave you been makin' this fort your place of habitation?" |
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