Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140305225427

(Sorry, Van.  Nothing against you, this is just what happens when you make fun of a guy with no sense of humor.)

After their eyes met, Ciarán saw Natalia making these weird, incomprehensible hand signals, and for a second he wondered if she was having a stroke. And when Neon put his around him, without missing a beat or turning his head, he said "Leave your arm there another second and you'll lose it."

After the kitchen cleared out, Silver gave his friend  a smug grin and asked: "See why I called you in?"

"For once Silver, I have to admit, you're not the guilty party.  Yet."

"You wound me, good sir."

"I could if I wanted to."

"Right... Lemme know when you want me to make up the attic for you.  I have some work to do in here..."

"...I don't want to know.  I'm goona go check on Liadan." As he was going through this exchange, Ciarán was writing his phone number down on a small slip of paper he found, since he figured that Natalia was at least trying to communicate with him.

"You do that.", Silver said as he opened up the cupboards. "Come on Uncle Flint.  You hid your homemade sea-salt taffy in here somewhere..."

Ciarán then walked over to Natalia, ostensibly to check to see if she was OK, while he discreetly placed the paper with his number on it in her pocket. He then went into the bedroom Tanner had brought Liadan, and offered to relieve him.

"I can keep an eye on her; I've had some medical training.  I'll let you know if anything changes."