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Salmar: *experiments in hamster attacking*
Salmar: *nests in Hild's hair*
Hild: O.o NOT THE HAIR.
Salmar: I AM KING OF THE 'DO!
Hild: *swats at him* What in Bema's name are you anyway?
Salmar: king *hangs in front of Hild's face by a lock of her hair*
Hild: *grabs, holds still* Of what?
Salmar: your hair. I marked it and everything
Salmar: zany :D
Hild: .... You'll make a fine appetizer.
Salmar: *squirms*
Hild: *taps her chin with a finger thoughtfully* In a pie or cracker paste?
Salmar: *turns into an elf*
Hild: Well. That gives all new ideas.
Salmar: o.o *scrabbles backwards*
Hild: No one warned you about me, did they? *advances*
Salmar: noo... *waves harp wardingly*
Hild: What's that?
Hild: Musical thing?
Salmar: yes.
Hild: You any good at it?
Salmar: I'm the valar of it. o.o
Hild: That a yes then?
Salmar: I hope it is
Hild: You must be good with your hands in general then.
Salmar: ...yes?
Hild: Oh good.
Salmar: *worried look*
Hild: *steps closer* What are your thoughts on whipped cream?
Salmar: tastes good with strawberries.
Hild: *beams* It does, doesn't it?
Salmar: and it's hell to get out of fur.
Hild: Actually, a good scrubbing works rather well.
Salmar: I am not built for good scrubbings.
Hild: Everyone is.
Salmar: tiny frail rodent.
Hild: Not at the moment.
Salmar: >.> *switches*
Hild: I'm getting far too used to this sort of thing.
Salmar: *scurries for safety*
Hild: *sighs* Never met so many skittish men in my life.
Salmar: *from under a chair* I have a hobbit at home!
Hild: Oh, fine.
Salmar: *waves itty bitty hamster-sized wedding band*
Hild: Yeah, yeah.
Salmar: >.> I will get you someone in apology?
Hild: Well, it's not like I can't find willing participants. It's just after a while, Riders all start to look the same, you know?
Salmar: large nostrils
Hild: And the hair.
Salmar: I mostly notice nostrils
Hild: You're small.
Salmar: yes.
Salmar: *fluffs*
Hild: What are you doing here, anyway?
Salmar: Hani is my person
Hild: *rolls eyes* What is it with that girl and rodents?
Salmar: *nibbles on Hild's toe*
Hild: Not wise, that.
Salmar: whyyy. what rodents?
Hild: Chewing my toes will only result in you finding yourself under them eventually. Rodents. You and the ferret.
Salmar: *sits on her foot and fluffs* another pet!
Hild: Sort of, though he hasn't been around in a while. They had a falling out.
Salmar: I am the only pet o.o rawr
Hild: I think he got more out of the deal than you are.
Salmar: oh?
Hild: He was human sometimes. They were involved.
Salmar: >.> did you try to molest that one?
Hild: Yes :D
Salmar: >.> *horror*
Hild: He didn't go for it either.