Crispin, most courageously (or so he thought) had finally emerged from his bathroom barricade upstairs, having darted from bathroom to hallway with no looking back, just waiting to feel the grip of the hand on his ankles the whole way. He slammed the door behind him, left the sword leaning on the wall near it - might give others the wrong idea if he came downstairs brandishing a weapon, after all - then bolted downstairs and skidded into the kitchen, leaning against the fridge and panting.
Oh, well and bravely done, Shaiming said after a long moment, dryly, as if he couldn't quite believe the situation.
"Shut... *gasp* Shut up," Crispin managed. "With... all due respect..."
I told you, it is an Aoide manifestation in progress. It won't hurt you, as a host. It will come to serve you. The dragon explained calmly, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Then it had better quit being so creepy," the boy mumbled, then turned around to open the cabinets. "Man, I'm starving!"
You were in there for quite some time. A whole day? Please do not damage my body with malnutrition.
"Mmf. It's my body until the fat lady sings," Crispin said, finding a baguette and tearing the end off before taking a huge bite. A bit more rummaging in the fridge produced a chunk of cheese and an apple, and Crispin carried the whole thing out to one of the couches and started stuffing his face.
Consequently, it took him a moment to notice Seppa, but when he did, his eyes widened with wonder. "Mfftyt!" he said loudly, through a spray of crumbs.
Shaiming facepalmed internally. Manners, wolf child!
Crispin swallowed. "Mmf, sorry. Dude, it's a giant kitty!" He beamed at Seppa, obviously unsure if she could talk or not, but not discounting either possibility right away.
