K'vk'tun: Hammocks

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Ramada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink. 

She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:

"Do they put sugar in this?"

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"I heard her." Seeschein's ears twitched in a slight smile as his sea glimmer eyes glistened and his warm arms tightened just a little around Ramada. "She's going to be alvright."

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The response was simple.

"Oh."

Isaiah stirred in Ramada's arms.

"Think I can go in there with him as soon as they're done?"

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"Ja, I think so." He ear-smiled again, then perked as Kree put down the tool and stepped back.

Scrat gathered his wife in his arms and lowered his face to her hair as she rested her head comfortingly against his chest.

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"Just tell me when, then."

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"Now, I think," he rumbled softly, turning to carry her toward the door.

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She laughed slightly. "You can put me down anytime."

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"Ach! Right." He looked embarrassed as he carefully did so, unwrapping his wings and stepping back.

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"Thanks," she said before going through the doorway that led into the place.