I mean, we can definitely have him be sad again, if that's what it takes. Theoretically, he shouldn't be able to be angry, though. But I guess it depends on if "anger" is a negative emotion for him or not? I've never thought of that...
He wants to see Jay, right? Is there a chance we can bring him here so Griffin can relax?
Also, we should probably put Griffin in a room where he can't get the doors and windows open. Like, really soon.
That's sort of the problem, because I, er... think Jay was trying to... well, it was some sort of argument, and really wanted to get out of here, so—
[ she pauses at hearing the balcony door open, looking alarmed, but she's got feint she's just going to send her double over there with... an entire jar of meat sauce from the refrigerator or something to stall ]
...possibly the no-doors-no-windows is a good idea. I don't think the music room has any.
[Oh, a jar of sauce is being delivered to him? This manages to distract him as he sticks his whole snout in the sauce jar and wolfs it down. Nice nice nice.
The red stains on his silver fur really isn't making him seem more friendly.]
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this is definitely going to wig out the newbies but guess this is just Happening. she digs in the bag for more jerky. ]
Here you go?
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This is good. Now I'll have what's mine, even if I have to hunt for him.
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...I don't think you have to go that far. I don't know what he said, but... I'm sure a little time won't hurt.
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...Who?
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No. The one with burnt hands needs to know he's mine.
He WILL acknowledge me.
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That's, uh... I think, Jay is, er...
[ ALARMED FACE AT COBALT this does not seem. great, actually.
this seems like it could be problems. ]
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[to Griffin:]
I'm sure he will. He's yours, after all. [apparently]
What do you want to eat next?
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[A pause]
And spaghetti.
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...Cobalt can you come with me and help me look for. The spaghetti.
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Sure. Lead the way.
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He still has a prosthetic of a human hand, so. The demon's got thumbs.]
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once they're out of earshot— ]
...Cobalt I thought making him calmer was a good idea but I think it might have been a really bad idea.
Because now he's angry but not too sad to do anything about it but I can't just have him be sad again?
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He wants to see Jay, right? Is there a chance we can bring him here so Griffin can relax?
Also, we should probably put Griffin in a room where he can't get the doors and windows open. Like, really soon.
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[ she pauses at hearing the balcony door open, looking alarmed, but she's got feint she's just going to send her double over there with... an entire jar of meat sauce from the refrigerator or something to stall ]
...possibly the no-doors-no-windows is a good idea. I don't think the music room has any.
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Either keep him in the dorm or accompany him until it wears off...
What normally gets him to change back?
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The red stains on his silver fur really isn't making him seem more friendly.]
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well: ]
I... I don't know if we can keep him in the dorm easily since he, er, has a thumb, so—taking that hand from him I feel like would be. Worse.
...I still have some sleeping potions we've gotten from AlcheME, so... maybe he'd drink another one.
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[shouting loud enough that his voice carries out to the balcony]
Hey! Don't leave before the pasta's ready!
[cobalt hasn't even had a chance to pet you yet]
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[His tail lashes behind him like a cat's, and he looks back to consider the value of spaghetti versus jumping off the balcony.
Eventually, he... opts to sit where he is. With a good view of the street, of course, in case Jason came within view.]
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time to really speed cook some spaghetti ]
If you don't mind... trying to keep him occupied, or something, then. This shouldn't take very long to cook, if I'm not doing anything fancy.
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[he salutes and heads out to the balcony]
[When he gets out there, he says to Griffin:]
You're right, I don't get to tell you what to do. Sorry about that.
Shrike's working on the spaghetti now. It'll be done in a minute.
[he sits down beside him]
Snacks first, and then you go look for him? How's that sound?
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...Very well.
[At the very least, he seems to approve of Cobalt's respect. He tilts his head a little as he considers the man further.]
Who are you. You're not one of mine.
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My name's Cobalt. I'm a friend of Shrike. I don't know if you consider me a friend, but I like you very much.
Who are those you consider yours, if I may ask?
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