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Fashionable Prophet

Dacj awoke to a sense of deja-vu. This was the second time in the last week she'd woken tangled up around Seth, and she was wondering if it was becoming a pattern. She would be okay with it becoming a pattern, really, but somehow she imagined Seth would not feel the same. It was so hard to tell--he was so conflicted over Noelani, but he'd flushed at her kiss, and...stupid super monogamists making this difficult. If everyone was poly, the world would be so much nicer, Dacj was sure of it.

Still, Seth looked like he might still be asleep--so was she best off pretending to still be asleep? Not that it had helped much on Christmas afternoon, but--worth a try, maybe? She sneakily tucked her head back down. Pretending was definitely the way to go.

Friendly Shapeshifter

Seth as a matter of fact was asleep, and seemed to be dreaming at that. What he was dreaming one could only guess, but as Dacj shifted slightly he seemed to slowly be transferring from dreaming to wakefulness. He was more on the side of sleepfulness at the moment as he mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

Fashionable Prophet

It seemed her stirring hadn't quite woken him up yet, so she dared to snuggle in just the teeniest bit more. She was glad he'd been able to fall asleep so easily after everything...it had been a pretty draining night, from the sibyl to Noelani, and nearly freezing to death earlier besides. So had he fallen asleep this way just because he was so drained? Probably...

She cracked open an eye idly, and immediately her gaze fixed on Seth's tail, lightly flicking from one position to another and just within reach. Both her eyes were open as she noted, as she never particularly had before, that it was quite flat. And it was striped, and oh, she wanted to touch it--stroke the fur--but if she moved to grasp it, surely Seth would wake up...

Oh well, he'd wake up eventually anyway. She reached out when it next twitched within range, grabbing it lightly with a club tentacle to hold it in place as she stroked the fur of the flat tail. Oh, she really did love the furry Hytes...

Friendly Shapeshifter

Indeed Seth did awaken more fully as she grabbed his tail, but said nothing for a moment as she stroked the fur. Well, better than his ears he supposed... "Making your way down?" he asked jokingly, sleepily. The end of his tail continued to twitch back and forth ever so lightly in her grasp, but not enough to wiggle free. He didn't really expect any different.

Fashionable Prophet

Dacj froze as he spoke, caught in the act, but he didn't seem mad about it. Though she wasn't sure if he realized his words could be taken a different way than he seemed to mean them... "Yes, next I will stealthily pet your feet," she managed to tease back, hoping she wasn't actually blushing. Tails were, after all, below the belt, so to say... She continued to stroke his tail, following the stripes in rings, or trying to. "Sleep okay?" He was, after all, a guest in her home. Treehouse. Same thing.

Friendly Shapeshifter

The double entendre was completely intentional, though he wasn't sure if Dacj realized the full gist of the joke. "I believe you already did that as a baby," he pointed out. "Even took a piggy-back ride on them up to the Hytech pool." Hard to believe that had already been nearly a year ago now. He nodded to her question on sleep. "Yes, I slept well. Yourself?" He didn't mention his slip in having forgotten to take the pill at first... Or her dream he saw. After seeing the content and hearing he sibyl's words, he had a feeling that memory had been more of a message to him than to Dacj. Even if he still couldn't quite figure out how that was possible.

Fashionable Prophet

"Ah, that's true. But I haven't pet them with fingers," Dacj protested, as if it made all the difference in the world. Well, sensation-wise, it actually did. But they probably weren't too terribly different than the paws she'd "molested" once upon a time... "Ah, I slept well too. But I'm used to sleeping upright. You don't have a sore neck or anything?" She was still half wrapped around him--tentacles, mostly--and still petting his tail and kind of wedged partway at his side and also sort of leaning her back on his chest. It wasn't an uncomfortable position, but she was wondering when he'd say enough was enough, ask her to untangle, put the usual distance between them. It was kind of like waiting for an axe to fall--though she didn't normally make a habit of laying down in guillotines, so it was an exaggerated metaphor, really...

Friendly Shapeshifter

"Not that I can tell, but I haven't exactly moved much yet," he pointed out. And, contrary to the norm, he wasn't making much of an effort to either. The sibyl's words last night... had him thinking. Only problem was he still wasn't sure what he was decided on. "So... any plans for New Year's day?" He still had to finish unpacking back at home and turn in his key to the apartment. Hm, he'd likely also have to ask Eli for his key copy to turn in as well actually... Maybe he'd just swap him the keys for the new place at the same time.

Fashionable Prophet

"Ehehe, that's true," she admitted. Nor did she want him to move. This whole Seth not moving away first business was curious--very curious--but Dacj couldn't think of a real catalyst for it. Was it like last night's (this morning's) excuse that he really didn't even care? Her invasion of his personal space was a non-issue? Well, compared to other things, yes, it very much was less concerning than others...

"Ah, not particularly. Other than getting you back to your car and trailing you back to your new apartment so I know the address," Dacj said cheerfully. "Ah, maybe going out and braving the sales for things--apartment decor, mostly. Want me to keep an eye out for anything for you?" Not that Seth was much of a decorator, but he might need something for his new place.

Friendly Shapeshifter

Seth smiled and rolled his eyes. "I don't think you'll need to go through the trouble of trailing me. Fidelous charm, remember? And thank you for the offer, but the new place is good for the moment. Best of luck in finding things for here though." He'd only be doing the barest minimum for the news apartment; some paint, a few pictures just so that walls weren't overly stark and empty, and the rest would mostly just be necessary furniture and appliances and such. Maybe like one plastic plant somewhere to add the illusion of life.

Fashionable Prophet

"Mmm, you say these things, and I still do not believe you have access to the Potterverse's magic spells. And Eli may be slightly bigger than me, but I scare him, so he'll squeal like a little pig what I want to know if you won't tell me. You want to spare Eli that, don't you Seth?" Dacj said, turning to look at him properly so she could bat her eyelashes innocently at him. She gave his tail a final stroke--lengthwise, down far as she could reach without stretching and nowhere near the end of the tail, and then folded her hands in her own lap. "I'll keep an eye out anyway. I see something that reminds me of you, I'll get it anyway. I'll keep the receipts just in case." There wasn't much more she wanted for her own place at the moment, maybe some rugs, either for the floor or to use as wall tapestries. Maybe a tea kettle, or something more multipurpose for doing hot cocoa too.

Friendly Shapeshifter

"When did I ever say that Eli was the secret keeper?" Seth replied, equally innocently. If he did ever have access to that sort of magic he wouldn't be so cruel as to make Eli the one in charge of it. He was much too obvious of a choice, and prime prey for Dacj. "And there's really no need to worry about such a thing. I still have plenty from the old apartment." Not that he would be using much of it, but that was beside the point.

Fashionable Prophet

"He may not be, but if anyone can bring down a Fidelius Charm, it's a Camellia-level Contractor," Dacj pointed out, smug in her logic. Or at least he would have some way to find the secret keeper and then Dacj could go menace them. "And I'm not worrying about it. I am doing a Missy and just forewarning you when things show up on your door, at least have a look at them, eh? Missy doesn't even ask--she just steals away your closet one day and replaces it with her new finds." Or she did the same thing with suitcases, and stuck Dacj with tons of lingerie...

Trying to imagine Missy doing the same to Seth and somehow replacing the entirety of his wardrobe with only silken boxers was a pretty amusing mental image, and she had to repress a gigglefit, though one or two chuckles still managed to escape. "So...anyway...just the new place to set up for you today then?"

Friendly Shapeshifter

"True enough." Other than Shimy (and perhaps even his own mother, whatever she was), Eli would be the best at breaking such a spell. Good thing no one would actually need to go through any such hassle. although if Missy actually did try to make away with his wardrobe as Dacj was suggesting, it might not hurt to look into it.

"Pretty much. Did some unpacking yesterday, but have to take care of a few things with the landlord still at the old place as well. Although, since I'm already here, I think I may pay your mom a small visit this morning. Haven't seen her since her birthday." That and he needed to speak with her on a few matters.

Fashionable Prophet

"Oh? Well, it shouldn't be hard to find her," Dacj said. She was reminded of her speculation--that Mena and/or Missy had given Seth some sort of task, and that was why he trained so much and had gotten so good at telepathy in a relatively short amount of time... But if she pressed, he'd probably just say it had something to do with the sparklevirus drugs or something, like he just needed a refill. Maybe the excuse would even be true. But there was definitely something more going on there...unlike last night, she had no guarantee of pushing him into giving a proper answer. Not that she'd had one last night. But she'd had a very good fighting chance. Her curiosity about this task, if indeed it existed at all, was sheer nosiness on her part.

"I take it you'll want to do that on your own, then?" she asked, just in case. "We should drop by the Cottage's pantry--let me do up a breakfast tray or something for you to take down to her. Well, we should probably eat too. But Mom forgets sometimes. Sorcha does too, it must be a mad scientist caught-up-in-the-work sort of thing."

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