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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[It's Cy! Rambling around, tilting her head this way and that, listening to conversations and hopping from language to language as she comments on them.]

[Russian] Well that's not very nice.

[Italian] Pwah! Your momma know you have a tongue like that?

[Gallifreyan] You sound silly.

[Fa'Dielian] Gotta work on that accent. You sound like an alley cat, love.

[She stops short with a sneeze. Tibetan] S' a good thing he can't understand you!

[And on she goes.]

Comments

[contract_star]

[Blandly in Tibetan,] Figures that you wouldn't be affected.

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She freezes]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[...and then melts]

[contract_star]

[Whoa, what?] C-Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Still scrambling between languages in no particular order.] I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry!

[contract_star]

[He understood, like, one of those, but got the gist of the rest of it.] Cy, what--? Cy, it's okay. Whatever it is I'm sure it's fine now.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Really? Really-really?

[contract_star]

Sure, of course. I mean, whatever you think you did, it couldn't have been that bad. [Reaches down to pet her.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Annnnnd melting again with a little wail.]

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[contract_star]

[Retracts his hand.]

Cy? Cy, what is it? What's so awful that you're acting like...?

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[contract_star]

[And suddenly it makes sense, why the Masters called him Bee-Kay, how they knew about his electricity, how they seemed to know everything.]

Oh. [He sits down, because now he's shaking. He stares at the floor.] Oh.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Curling up smaller, shivering, curling up again.] Didn't mean to didn't want to didn't want anyone hurt!

[contract_star]

[Doesn't look at her or try to touch her. He stares at the floor and is silent for awhile.]

It...it's al...right. I know you didn't--I know you didn't mean...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She's watching him with a nervous, twitchy expression.] Didn't. I didn't.

[contract_star]

[Seems to sink a bit. Quietly,] I know.

I'm not...don't look at me like that. I'm not going to hurt you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I know! I know. [She creeps cautiously up and rubs her cheek against his shoe.] Don't hate me.

[contract_star]

I don't hate you.

It's alright. You couldn't...you couldn't help it. [It comes out more bitterly than he intended, and he rubs at his forehead.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[And this would be Cy, flattening herself onto the plane and wriggling backwards.]

[contract_star]

Don't. Cy. I'm not angry at you. Just...

[Takes his head in his hand. When he speaks again it is barely a whisper.] I'm just so tired.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She perks up a little at that.] I can help.

[contract_star]

[He shakes his head and gets to his feet.]

It's fine. [He starts to walk away. He's not mad at her, but like with Ten, he just doesn't want to be near her right now.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She watches him go, shifting from paw to paw and making little mewling, kittenish noises.]

But I can help.... I can help...

[contract_star]

[He hesitates and looks back at her.]

I'm...sorry.

[And he disappears from the Plane.]

[starlightbreak.livejournal.com]

[ Fa'Dielian ] You seem to be having fun!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Replies in the same] It's fun!

Unaffected, but in Italian

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

smiles

You have an even better head for languages than I.

German~

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

But you have a nice head.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

My, my. You'd be useful as a translator.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Babelcat!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Soon, you'll be speaking six million languages.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

That's a lot.



[[[Pffff. I'll never be able to use that icon again now]]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[in Fa'Dielian, because it's strange and neat]

Enjoying yourself, Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Comes pouncing up to him.] I like this!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[smiles and scoops her up] I'm glad someone's enjoying this, then.