rocabrillante: that sounds like fuecoco
rocabrillante: have you tried feeding her rawst berries before bedtime
rocabrillante: i have read it helps with fire accidents
Diego shifted, leaning back against the mountain of blanket he'd made behind himself. He'd only just gotten moved into a dorm proper, and he'd not had time to furnish it properly, but he did at least have the foresight to requisition some extra bedclothes before dragging his scant luggage into the place. He'd been chattering on the intranet, and he was admittedly rather thrilled to be picking up with an expedition group so soon after his arrival - though he was still tired from the trip. That had never stopped him from going out before, however, and the prospect of new people and new things was all too tantalizing to pass up.
He tilted his head as he adjusted the small laptop, letting out an exhausted laugh and small sigh as a soft nose shoved against his pajama-clothed thigh. The man moved a hand to the top of the affectionate mareep's head, rubbing her fluffy wool as she snuffled and softly bleated at him in short, sharp little notes.
"Ah, you're not getting in the bed-- it's too small! I barely fit! I'll get you your own as soon as I can, Isa, I promise, yes?"
She snorted, unappeased by his answer, and backed away from the bed, only to stage her protest by marching diligently in a circle; the tip of her tail sparkled as she swayed it back and forth along with the show, and Diego simply rolled his eyes - though after a moment he did think to snag his phone, managing to get a decent clip of the oddball to send to his new acquaintances.
rocabrillante: isabel has too much energy, i hope she saves some for tomorrow
rocabrillante: if there is a power surge blame her, not me
rocabrillante: (;
rocabrillante: see you all at eight
