[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
[@Kinjaav][@yoyohayli]
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While the two men were talking, Aava's big eyes wandered around the strange bathroom. She was content, water woth moving space and lots and lots of hair. Yeah. The hair was a bit of a problem, really. It had been growing for god knows how long. Still, the water was good. Comfortable. Not as clear and cool as Aava craved, but good enough to smoothen her skin just a bit. It was almost like the water was seeping into Aava, filling the hollow of her bony features ever so slightly.
Aava kept holding the man's hand as she blew bubbles quietly, listening to the conversation between the two men without understanding a word.
[i]This is my lake,[/i] Aava thought with a pleased gurgle. [i]My lake, my lake... Good lake, I love my lake.
...But I'm hungry. Very.[/i]
Now the strange man was talking. He was repeating that word a lot, [i]Evren. Evren.
Evren... Friend?[/i]
The men were still talking. Aava was growing bored, bored and hungry. Her immediate need had been taken care of - water - so now she would move onto the next objective: food.
[color=teal]"Evren... Nälkä,"[/color] (Evren... Hungry) Aava complained with a soft tug at his hand, some part of her subconscious remembering to be careful not to scratch him.
[color=teal]"Friend... Hunting? Slaughterhouse,"[/color] Aava worded slowly, all of her words cooied snippets from the conversation unfolding before her. She didn't understand the language, but some part of her knew the words, almost like instinct. Aava's curious gaze switched between the two men with hopeful look in her eyes.