instar: (shark)
Author: instar
Trouble and Charlie fly to Las Vegas to get their collections of drunks. Ax, newly empigeoned, and Ethan loosely follow Renée's car back to Phoenix, so that Ax will not be stranded in an unfamiliar city obliged to demorph into Andalite form with no garage to hide in.

Renée makes a very large grocery trip. Ax deems alfalfa hay intended for consumption by guinea pigs and rabbits to be the hoof-eating equivalent of palatable; it also turns out he can eat a few other things, like carrot tops and turnip greens. He still doesn't like living in the garage, even though it's a different one. Andi finds him a little planetarium gadget that throws star-patterns onto the ceiling.

Renée installs a cot in the basement for Charlie. (His generic human morph is a man about ten years younger than him, plausibly Latino but just as plausibly not, plain and unremarkable. He also picks up a Renée morph. He will be able to drive the girls places, publicly know their names. They can tell he appreciates the opportunity, however weird it is.) Trouble is allowed to sleep on the couch, when Renée learns that he would prefer not to share the basement with Charlie.

Bella sews weights onto all the curtain hems so they won't be easily nudged aside.

The twins also collect generic-human-morphs. Both of theirs are college-age women, samples collected from going on premature college tours and shaking a lot of hands - Bella's looks maybe half Asian when she's done tweaking it, Andi winds up with a complexion much like her usual one but a surprisingly Hawaiian set of features.

Renée never asks to be enabled to morph. Bella eventually offers, "for emergencies", and Renée aggregates a number of her co-workers into the most stereotypical teacher-lady it is possible to Frolis into without requiring vision correction.

Renée makes the arrangements well in advance to homeschool the twins.

Bella quizzes Ax about all sorts of things, for large parts of each day.
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble's favourite generic human is a woman in her mid-twenties of highly ambiguous background, with wildly curly black hair, light skin, and hazel eyes. But he has about five of them, all different, and rarely uses any.

As much as he appreciates getting to sleep on the Swans' couch - and he appreciates it a lot; he can handle tucking himself into corners every night, but it's not what he'd call fun - he still spends most of most days out and about as a pigeon.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
And he can get fed as a pigeon, pretty damn reliably, if he knows where to go in the early afternoons.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Parks are frequently a good shot, but it takes him a few days to observe that this particular girl keeps coming back to this particular one.

She's cute, and she has tasty crackers. Trouble starts dropping by more often.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
She talks to the birds, sometimes.

"Hey pidgies. Ooh, lookit you, brown and white, aren't you fancy, have a cracker. So I could've sworn Mom 'n Dad'd let me get a dog, this summer finally, a puppy, I'd have all July and August to train it to do dog things. You know, just the usual, housebreaking, sit stay speak roll over write the Great American Novel eat my homework and leave video evidence. But noooo."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble steals half of the brown-and-white pigeon's cracker, hops closer, and coos.
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"Hi theeeeere, little chatty one, coo to you too, share with your friends, huh? And I can't take one of you guys home, for one thing you'd never let me catch you, I'm the pigeon equivalent of a scary walking talking vending machine, right, for another Dad thinks you carry diseases, which, if you do, guys, stop, make sure you're getting regular checkups at the vet, take your meds, wash your feet before you have dinner, get your flu shots. And so Mom says I can get a cat. I bet you guys don't like cats, huh? I bet cats are way scarier than the walking talking vending machine. They do no vending. Cats all flunk out of vending school."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
...She's amazing, how is she so amazing?

Trouble coos again. And eats a cracker. Peck peck. Totally normal pigeon behaviour.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
"I mean cats are pretty and soft and all but they aren't lovey, they won't act like the whole world is brighter and better and more full of rainbows just 'cause you came home, you know? Dogs are friendly, I want a puppy who'll love me and not just - well, no offense, but just think I'm a vending machine. A mutt'd be fine. With two different colored ears. Something from the shelter, pay them for its shots, name it, I dunno, Kendall? I like Kendall for a puppy. I think it works for a girl or a boy."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble feels compelled to defend kitties and their capacity for love.

He coos.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"You are super chatty, you," she says, tossing a cracker at him in particular. "Trying to convince me to try to pick you up being all fluffy and coo-y and cute. I know better, if I lunge at one of you nobody else'll get close enough to take the crackers for like half an hour."
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble endeavours to catch the cracker in his beak, misses, and pecks it off the ground.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
The girl giggles. "Ain't nothing in the rules that says a pigeon can't play fetch," she chuckles to herself and to the congregated pigeons.
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos again, since pigeons are not famed for their ability to snicker.

Something startles the rest of the congregation, and he joins them in scattering and then joins them in recentering on the talkative food distributor a few seconds later.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
She has waited patiently for them. "Anyway, enough about me and my wanting a dog, you're probably all super bored by, um, the fact that my gibberish has the same syllable in it a whole lot, in which case you're probably having more trouble with the fact that I say pronouns and 'the' and whatnot most sentences, but I'm going to just ignore that since I don't actually have anything else to say about wanting a dog. Pretty simple. Rhea wants a puppy, what else is new. Well, what else is new is I work at the paintball place now, which pays for crap but I get to play free rounds of paintball now and then so that's excellent, yeah. If that hot guy who's probably gay and has the membership ever randomly kisses me I can be all smooth and tell him 'taste the rainbow'. Except no, that's incredibly stupid and also implies that I don't shower after games, thank you for steering me away from that stupid line, helpful pigeons, I will not refer to Skittles advertisements if the probably gay guy kisses me. I'll say something more like, 'I totally thought you were gay'. Is that offensive? I feel like it might be. Man, what is the appropriate thing to say, though?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Well, Trouble would just say it. He's tempted to give her advice. He coos and wanders hopefully closer instead. He is a chatty pigeon. Also hungry.
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
The girl, whose name is plausibly Rhea, dispenses crackers. "I guess telling him I thought he was gay implies that I gave the question thought? Is that flattering? Maybe it's flattering if you think about it but I dunno if he'd do that, basically all I know about him is he's hot and likes paintball and is probably gay, and given he's probably gay I should probably not dwell on what I'd do if he did something even most straight dudes do not do. Actually, literally no straight guys have ever decided to spontaneously kiss me unless you count elementary school. What do you think, pigeons, does Valentine's day in third grade count?" She shakes her head. "Nah. And I had a boyfriend for like a month last year but that doesn't count as spontaneous even if it counts as kissing, y'know?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos agreeably. She's adorable.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"Chatterbox," she accuses. "Chatterbird. What kind of box chatters? I've never seen one do it. Maybe it's a metaphor for television. Saturday Night Live was pretty good the other day. Poor pigeons, you probably can't watch TV, even if you sat on the right windowsills people would change the channel without ever offering you the remote and it'd just be frustrating."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
He can't resist; he bobs his head, very pigeonly. And then eats a cracker.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
Rhea laughs. "Man, if I ever get a puppy I'll take it to the park with me, and then I'll miss you guys. Still want the puppy, though. Priorities. I mean, talking to your dog, little wacko. Talking to the pigeons, a little more, you know?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Coo coo. Yeah, she's totally wacko, but it's a good kind of wacko and Trouble approves.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
"I wonder if dogs actually would chase pigeons? I know they go after squirrels. Dunno if a puppy would actually harass you. I bet you wouldn't give it a chance to make friends though."
aeskhyne: (Default)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble checks for stray bits of cracker on the ground. Ooh, there's one!
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Rhea upends the sleeve of crackers. Crumbs go flying. "That's all I've got for today, featherdusters. After this I flunk out of vending school and go learn to be an electrician."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
This time, Trouble actually manages to catch a flying crumb in midair. He gulps it down and struts in a proud circle.
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"You're a cutie, chatterbird. If I thought I could catch you I'd put a string around your leg. It'd be very fashionable and I'd know which one you were later."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
He coos.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
Rhea crumples up the cracker wrapper. "Soooo tempted to be a litterbug, they need to put more trash cans in this park," she sighs, "but probably some little birdy would choke on it looking for more crackers and then I would feel bad and also dead birds attract flies and flies are not at all cute and feathery. Tomorrow's menu is day-old bagels," she adds.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Volunteering to throw out her trash for her would not be appropriate pigeonly behaviour, he's pretty sure. Even though he is immensely cute. Trouble wanders in aimless circles instead, keeping close to Rhea, because his pigeon brain thinks that hanging around where there has just been food is an awesome idea. And, really, he can't argue with it.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
Rhea walks aaaaall the way to a trash can, and throws out the cracker wrapper, and heads out of the park.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble's morph is pretty close to fresh.

What the hell. He follows her. With reasonable stealth, for a pigeon.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
She doesn't seem to be on the lookout for pigeon stalkers. She has a mile and a half walk home, which she spends humming, kicking small rocks, picking at a ragged spot on her pants pocket, and stopping for an ice cream cone from a passing truck, which she pays for entirely in dimes. She lives in a small apartment building; Trouble will not have a problem learning the code to get in the gate, if he wants it, though flying over would also be pretty easy.
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
He notes the code just for the hell of it, then decides that he would rather head back to the Swans' place and bake some cookies than try to figure out which window belongs to the adorable pigeon-feeder.

The next day, though, he's back at the appropriate time for those day-old bagels.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
She shows up a little later on this day, with day-old bagels in sesame and pumpernickel, methodically shredding them as she approaches her bench. "Hey, guys, the auditions for Les Miserables are a few blocks west, all I have is bread," she says when she sits down and starts scattering. "Bread and my charming conversation, but we all know what you're really here for, right? So guys, what is the consensus among pigeons about how long teenage girls should be allowed to spend on the phone, because an hour is not a lot of time if you have, you know, friends."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos sympathetically and pecks up some fragments of bagel.
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"So my dad made me hang up on Lauren. Midsentence. I was wrapping up, but two minutes isn't a lot of warning. And I wasn't allowed to call her this morning so I bet she's mad at me."
aeskhyne: (Default)
Author: aeskhyne
Rhea's dad sounds like kind of a dick! Trouble eats bagel parts and listens.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
"Which'd be one thing if he was ever like 'Rhea, you have a job now, chip in for the phone bill' but he never even asked me, just thinks it's bad for me to spend so much time on the phone. He completely approves of me walking to the park and conversing with birds, that's fine, that's getting fresh air, but actual socializing with humans is going to turn me into a pumpkin because there's electronics involved?"
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
Coo coo. Not cool, Rhea's dad.
megale: (won't let me)
Author: megale
"And I don't think Mom cares as much but she's all, present a united front, so that's the rule even when he's out at work. He's better about it during the school year at least because then I could be calling about homework or something."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
What a pair of assholes. Trouble eats some more bagel crumbs.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
"But they said for my birthday we can go to Disneyland, so that's good! I can't fly like you guys, see, so I have to settle for roller coasters."
aeskhyne: (Default)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos. Smugly.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"I like Six Flags better actually, more intense coasters, but Disneyland's more a special occasion thing. They kind of put the theme in theme park awfully intensely. Mouse ears everywhere. Dad calls you guys flying mice. I wonder if you'd get along with mice if you met mice? You could be all enemy-of-my-enemy with cats, anyway."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble wonders what being a mouse is like. If he sees one, he can find out! Maybe he'll hunt one down as a kitty. That sounds like a good use of his time.
megale: (now i'm sad)
Author: megale
"I'm so gripey with you guys sometimes, you'd think nothing neat went on in my life," Rhea sighs. "It's easier to find people to talk about the nice stuff with. But who wants to hear me whining that Dad doesn't let me talk on the phone or that I wish I had a little brother or that I took a paintball to the forehead yesterday and it kind of really hurt? You don't care as long as I show up with food, I can respect that kind of arrangement. Bagel bits for everybody."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Speaking of which, nom nom.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
"I can't actually stay too long today," sighs Rhea, "I picked today to go to the library and get my summer reading books, the only reason I'm here in the first place was because here's on the way to the library. When you guys finish the bagels that's it for today, maybe tomorrow too."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Rhea is quiet while she shreds the rest of the bagel, and then says, "Hmm," and then lunges from the bench, arms outstretched for an attempt at pigeon-catching.
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
The pigeons scatter in every direction.

One of them scatters a little too slowly.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
She scoops him up, and laughs, and pets him. "Gotcha," she giggles. "Oooh, you are soft. I probably shouldn't hold onto you too long, you'll poop on me."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos when petted, and investigates her fingers with his beak, in case they are made of bread. They are not! But you never know.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
"Aww, you're not even scared of me. Unless you're trying to pull my fingers off, but you are really bad at it if you are. You will probably poop on me anyway, though." She pets him again and sets him down.
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
He coos again, pecks her shoe (which is also not made of bread, but you can't blame him for trying) and flutters off.
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
Rhea heads out of the park, skipping a little every few steps.
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne




Her new pigeon friend follows. Unobtrusively.

She is just too cute. He wants to say hi. And if he's going to say hi, he should find out if she's a Controller first. Which means following her until he either sees her visit the Yeerk pool, or... doesn't.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
Well, apparently she was telling the truth about the library. She goes into it and comes out of it with four books half an hour later.
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
That's a start. Trouble keeps watching.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Rhea walks back to the apartment complex, on the way attempting to open one of the books to read and dropping the other three. She collects them back up, smooths a blank page, and tries again with more success, and reads two chapters of The Scarlet Letter on her way back to her apartment.
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
This time, he does try to locate her window.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
She doesn't have a very big window, but it's a window, on the third floor with a tree that offers a view in. She has a hammock in her room. She flops into it and reads, having obtained a banana on her way through the rest of the apartment.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Okay.

He takes the opportunity to demorph and remorph on the roof; might as well.

Sadly, pigeon eyes are not good enough to read over her shoulder. But he can be patient.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
She gets bored of the book about halfway through. She turns on some music, which he can't really hear from the tree, and starts dancing.
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
How is she so great.
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
She pauses dancing to have a shouted conversation with, presumably, her mom, which is loud enough to be understood:

"Rhea, are you doing your reading?"

"I read like half a book!" Rhea yells back.

"Then you've only got half a book to go!"

"But Mom -"

"Rhea, I've gotta go to work, I don't want you only getting things done when I'm home to nag you, got to learn responsibility."

"I'll get it all done before school starts! That's in like a month!"

"Wouldn't you rather have it done in advance so you can have the rest of summer with no homework? Especially if you could read them all before Disneyland."

"Mo-o-om!"

"If you have your first book finished by the time my shift's over I won't say a word about it for a week, but you need to be on top of your school things," says Rhea's mom. "I'm going to work. See you tomorrow."

Rhea listens for sounds too faint for Trouble to hear. Then she flicks the music on and dances for a few more minutes before flumphing into her hammock again and picking up the book.
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
Awwww. Her small feathery observer continues to be entranced.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
Book, book, book. She gets through another half an hour of reading before she locates a Gameboy (a generation out of date) and starts playing something on it. The screen's pretty tiny.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
That's okay. He's not here to watch her play video games; he's here to make sure she isn't carrying any alien parasites.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
Well, the video games occupy her and/or any alien parasites she may or may not be harboring for a couple of hours, and then she looks at the clock, swears loudly, and picks up her book again. This time she finishes it, although she's turning pages fast enough that it looks like she's skimming. Then she goes out of the room and comes back with a bowl of steaming soup. She eats a spoonful, burns her mouth, blows on each future spoonful before eating it, and leaves the bowl on her nightstand with two glasses and a plate that have also been abandoned there. Then she goes and comes back with a Fudgesicle and the comics section of the newspaper.
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
Yeah, Trouble definitely doesn't think she has a Yeerk. But he is going to make sure.
megale: (won't let me)
Author: megale
After she has finished her Fudgesicle, she leaves the room again and comes back with a phone handset. She talks with varying audibility to three different people in sequence until her dad comes home. He opens her door to ask her what she had for dinner, finds the answer satisfactory, asks how her summer reading is going, finds that answer satisfactory too, and says she can have another half an hour on the phone. She takes forty-five minutes and then protests when her father takes the phone handset away.
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble is getting pretty good at demorphing on the roof and coming back in the minimum possible amount of time.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
She opens the window, paints her nails robin's-egg blue, attempts to play her video game with her foot while her nails dry, closes the window when she no longer needs the ventilation, and then changes for bed.
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
(Trouble declines to watch that last thing.)
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
If he comes back a couple minutes later, she will be in pink pajamas with a red swirl pattern, flopping into her hammock for the night. (There is also a bed in the room, but seeing as it's neatly made, it doesn't seem she uses it.)
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
(Of course she doesn't. She has a hammock!

He kind of loves her.)
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Flop. Eyes closed. She gets up a minute later when her dad yells to ask if she brushed her teeth, and comes back, presumably with cleaner teeth, after that. This time she is not disturbed.
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
He waits for a a while, to make sure, and then tucks himself into a corner of the roof for the night.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
If she sneaks out of the apartment building to disgorge a brainslug during the night, she does not do so in a way that disturbs Trouble!
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
There is no good reason for her to do it in the middle of the night.

(Which doesn't mean he doesn't wake up three or four times to check that she's still sleeping.)
megale: (now i'm sad)
Author: megale
She is still sleeping.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Yeah, he figured.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
The next day, should he watch her consistently enough to find out, Rhea:

- Talks on the phone some more.
- Goes to the pool (the regular, chlorinated, swimming pool) with two of her friends. Looks very nice in a bikini.
- Buys a new (to her) pair of jeans at the thrift store; dithers over but does not get the cute shoes.
- Gets about a third of the way through her second summer reading book ("The Great Gatsby").
- Appears for her brief shift at the paintball place, renting out equipment.
- Goes out with her parents to dinner at Burger King, where they eat burgers and fries and she is able to wheedle them into getting her a milkshake.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
He watches her extremely consistently. If he didn't he'd just have to do this all over again.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
And in the evening she goes to bed. Well, to hammock.
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
He owls his way to the Swans' place to leave Bella a note explaining that he was out all day, because otherwise she'll worry. It's nothing he hasn't done before.

Then he returns to watching Rhea.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Rhea sleeps. In the morning, after seeing her parents off to work and adding an empty bowl of cornflakes to her dish graveyard, she, er. Might want some privacy, which she thinks she has.
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
He doesn't watch her do that, either.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
Later, she meets friends at the movie theater. They see Pirates of the Caribbean and come out arguing about whether Will Turner or Jack Sparrow is cuter. (Rhea's on the latter team.)

They get lunch, then split up, and Rhea takes the remaining free tortilla chips and goes to the park.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Her chatty pigeon buddy is there! Coo coo.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
Rhea feeds him and all the other pigeons, who have mostly forgiven her for the earlier lunge-and-capture.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Her tortilla chips are tasty. She is very forgiven.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
She talks about the movie (she liked it) and about how she would like more shifts at the paintball place for the extra cash but she likes having free time too and about how her parents aren't that bad really but she cannot keep track of Mom's work schedule and about how they are out of Fudgesicles.
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos a lot.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
She runs out of chips. She goes home. She reads three pages and then dances to her music instead.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
She is really great. And totally not a Controller. But he's going to check anyway.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
That evening she has a paintball game. Her team wins! She gets paint on her anyway and has to take a shower.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Showering is among the things Trouble does not watch her do.
megale: (gleeeee)
Author: megale
Perhaps she would appreciate that if she had any idea she was being followed.

Next up: dinner. The family gets pizza. She apparently likes Hawaiian.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble feels unreasonably affectionate about her inconsequential preferences!

Awww, he liiiiiikes her. He's so pleased. He will be her talking pigeon friend and she will probably freak out and hide and then he'll be sad! But maybe not.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Who knows?

Not Rhea. She does not even know that talking pigeon friends are a possibility.

She watches TV with her parents for half an hour after pizza, and then she plays video games until her desk lamp burns out, and then she changes the lightbulb and goes to hammock.
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble leaves another note on Bella's couch, assuring her that he has survived another day, and then he goes to sleep on Rhea's roof and checks once or twice in the night to make sure she is still in hammock.
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
She is!

Wait, no she isn't. She comes back while he is at the window, though, barefoot and in her pajamas, looking groggy. Got up to pee, maybe?
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Very likely that she got up to pee. Comparatively unlikely that she is just coming back from a trip to a Yeerk pool.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
And then she is back in hammock, fast asleep.
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
And then Trouble is back on roof, likewise.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
And in the morning she staffs the paintball place for the morning, and then gets curry for lunch and only eats half her naan, and brings it to her pigeon friends.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Coo coo.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"Hi, featherdusters," she says. "Indian food today! Are there pigeons in India? Maybe there's a different kind or something."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble walks right up to her to grab a crumb that fell at her feet.
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
"Man, you guys are like, flying, warmblooded goldfish, you do not even slightly remember that I grabbed one of you the other day."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne


He pecks her shoe.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
"My shoe is not made of carbs, birdy."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<How do you know?>
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
Rhea sits up, looking around in confusion, although to her credit she does not kick any of the birds.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<Nope, down here,> he says, cooing.
megale: (titaness)
Author: megale
...Rhea looks at her feathered friends.

"What."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<Talking pigeon is what,> Trouble says cheerfully. <Hi.>
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale


"Okay, for some reason it's stranger to talk to a pigeon who talks back. How do you be a talking pigeon?"
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<It's a long story.>

He flutters up onto the bench and coos again.

<Short version? I'm a guy who can turn into animals and I'm hanging out as a pigeon a lot because I'm in hiding.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"So you're like - a wosscalled, a pooka or something?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<I dunno, what's a pooka?>
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"I think they're supposed to turn into horses? They're a kind of fairy."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<I have never turned into a horse.>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"Well why not?"
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
<Pigeons are less conspicuous,> he suggests. <And I've never felt like it.>
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
"You're pretty inconspicuous. How long have I been feeding you bread now? I can't tell you guys apart except for ones with unusual colors."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<A few days. I'm the chatty one you caught the other day.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"Oh my god, I just grabbed and petted a talking pigeon?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<I kind of maybe let you,> he admits.
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"Why?"
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<Because you're really cute,> he sighs, and steps closer on the bench to nibble a bit of naan out of her hand.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
She eeps and giggles when he eats from her hand. "A talking pigeon thinks I'm cute. I'm having a really, weird dream."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Adooooorable,> he assures her. <And you're totally not dreaming, I swear.>

Peck peck! Mmmm tasty bread bits.
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"Well, but a dream talking pigeon would say that, too."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<Okay, but it's broad daylight, you didn't just fall asleep in the park, if you're dreaming now then when did you start?>
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"Goooood question. Huh. Okay. Why does a talking pigeon think I'm cute and want to talk to me? Have you got a name?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Kinda sorta,> he says. <Might be a bad idea to use it, though, what with the 'in hiding' thing.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"Okay, what about a nickname, I can't really just keep calling you 'talking pigeon'?"
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<I dunno, what do you want to call me?>

He nibbles some more bread out of her hand.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"I seem to be going with 'talking pigeon' so far, what am I gonna do, use my prospective puppy name on you, what if I actually get a puppy?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<Nah, I don't think I wanna be a Kendall,> he says. <And I've never been a puppy, either. I've been a kitty! A soft fluffy kitty cat.> He coos.
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
Rhea laughs helplessly.
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<They can too love you like you're made of sunshine,> he adds.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
"Maybe if you're being them! Regular cats are just kinda 'oh you exist'."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<Cats are like people; they won't love you just because you're there,> he explains. <They need to get to know you first, and then they might not like you. But I like almost everybody, so I'm the cuddliest kitty imaginable.>
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"Well, I still want a puppy. I don't want to get a kitten that might decide it doesn't like me and then have to either keep an animal that won't love me or give it back to the shelter."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble coos, nibbles up the last bit of bread, and hops onto her knee.
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"Can I pet you?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<Yep!>
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
Pet pet pet pet!
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble has soft pettable feathers. And he coos a lot. <Aww, snuggly,> he says happily.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
"You're the best pigeon."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<You are pretty great yourself!>
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
"Yeah, but I'm not a pigeon. I'm completely not thinking of any good talking pigeon names, by the way."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<How about bad talking pigeon names?>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"Iago."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<...That's kind of brilliant, I love you,> he giggles.
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"You're a very forward talking pigeon, Iago."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<Yeah, well, you're just really lovable.>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Pet pet. "And here I thought all the birds just put up with me for my bread."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<I can get bread lots of places, but only one of them comes with such adorable chattering.>
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"Oh my god, a person has been listening to me talk about random crap, that's actually kind of embarrassing."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<Awwwwwww, but it's so great,> he says, cooing. <You're so great.>
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"You are a very flattering talking pigeon. I bet you get all the talking pigeon girls."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
He giggles. <How do you know the talking pigeon girls are who I'm after?>
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
"Who else? Talking kittycat girls? Like the ones at anime conventions!"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'm an extremely bisexual talking pigeon, is what I'm trying to get at here,> he snorts.
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"A bisexual talking pigeon. Extremely, even. Well, sure, but are the boy talking pigeons as susceptible to flattery?"
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<I get as many boy talking pigeons as I do girl ones!>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"How many talking pigeons are there, anyhow?"
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
<Some. Maybe just one,> he says. <Maybe I'm lonely and have imaginary friends. Or maybe I'm in hiding and can't talk about who I know in case you get grabbed by an evil cult that's interested in talking pigeons.>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"Evil anti talking pigeon cult. So is this the part where tomorrow I meet a talking raven that tells me you're up to no good and then I have to choose sides and find a magic sword and fulfill a prophecy? Because I'm so there, let's do it."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
He giggles. <Sorry, I'm all out of magic swords,> he says, peck-nibbling her fingers affectionately.
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"Okay, but seriously, is a cult gonna grab me, I'm not actually there for that."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<You are not in any more danger of getting grabbed by a cult than you were last week. Also, if you were thinking of joining The Sharing, don't. Evil cult.>
megale: (titaness)
Author: megale
"The vaguely Scoutingish people who have all those barbecues?"
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<'Fraid so.>
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"Man, it's never the Sharing in movies, it's always the Freemasons."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<Well, the Freemasons have been around for longer,> he points out. <And as far as I know they're not an evil cult. Making movies about how an actual secret evil cult is secretly an evil cult is probably not a good move.>
megale: (won't let me)
Author: megale
"Ooh, good point. Probably that way lies kidnappings and blackmail and stuff. Um, how serious are you about them being a cult?"
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
<Really, really serious,> he says, really really seriously.
megale: (goddammit)
Author: megale
"Why, what do they do?"
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<Some really bad shit. You're probably safer not knowing the details for now.>
megale: (won't let me)
Author: megale
"If I meet a talking raven and the talking raven tells me more stuff I will be totally tempted to use my magic sword in the service of Team Raven," she warns.
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
<Yeah, I wouldn't blame you,> he says, cooing softly.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"Hey, how do you coo and talk at the same time?"
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'm not talking in, like, out-loud words, is how.>
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"Can't you?"
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
<Make human sounds with a pigeon beak? Nope.>
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"Do you sometimes be a human?"
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
<Sometimes, yeah.>
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
"Like it's a hobby."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Well, y'know, I am in hiding. Humans are way harder to hide. They're bigger, they eat more, they can't fly...>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"Oh man, flying, what's flying like, is it like in dreams?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<Nah. It's way cooler,> he says. <Harder, but cooler.>
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
"Eee," she squirms. "At some point do you offer to turn me into a pigeon pooka if I give you my soul or something?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<I am absolutely never gonna offer you anything in exchange for your soul.>
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"That's good, 'cause that'd be a hard one, flying or my soul."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'd totally take flying,> Trouble says cheerfully. <Lucky me, I don't have to pick!>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"So you have a soul, then, I didn't think pookas were supposed to."
aeskhyne: (Default)
Author: aeskhyne
<Well, I'm not a pooka, am I?>
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"I dunno what you are, talking shapeshifting pigeon."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'm soft and pettable!> He coos and gazes up at her with pigeony adoration.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
She snorts. She pets him. "And I'm Snow White, looks like."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Beloved by talking animals everywhere! Well, at least one talking animal. That's better than most people get.>
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
"Snow White's animals didn't talk, actually. Cinderella had talking mice but no birds..."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<I've never been a mouse. I was going to try it after something you said the other day, I forget what, but then I got distracted and didn't get around to it.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"You could be a mouse now. Mice are soft."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'm not shapeshifting in public! Hiding, remember? Hiding. Besides, have you ever seen somebody shapeshift? It looks really gross.>
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"I haven't, but I'm hard to gross out. And nobody's looking!"
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'm still not doing it in public.>
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"Aww. I could take you home! My parents are out."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<If you are just that desperate to see me shapeshift, then yeah, sure. I haven't learned any mice yet, but I have a couple of owls and those are way softer than mice.>
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
"Ooooh," beams Rhea, and she cuddles him to her chest and heads out of the park with him in her arms.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Cuddles! Trouble—or Iago, if you like—snuggles up and coos contentedly.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
Pet pet pet. She gets a couple odd looks on the walk home for carrying a pigeon, but people apparently assume he's a stuffed animal or something.
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Trouble doesn't do much to dispel this illusion. Rhea is snuggly and warm and he is totally fine just huddling up here as a soft fluffy pigeonball.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
Rhea and her talking pigeon eventually arrive back at the apartment complex, and she carries him right up to her apartment, lets herself in, and puts him on her bed. "There," she says.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<Okay. I have to go human before I go anything else, so like, don't be surprised. Also this is me reminding you that shapeshifting is gross.>

The pigeon starts growing.
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
Rhea watches. Apparently she is pretty hard to gross out.
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
It's more weird than gross at first; he grows until he is the world's hugest pigeon, and then his feathers and beak all slurp away and he is briefly a giant horrifying nightmare pigeon, and then his skeleton rearranges itself with a disquieting grinding noise and his hair sprouts all at once and there is a general wriggling of flesh into place, and a teenage boy is sitting on her bed in his underwear.

"Hi," he says, bouncing a little.
megale: (titaness)
Author: megale


"You're on a milk carton. I mean not a literal milk carton, you're in, like, the newspaper, missing person, Angel something."
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
"...Yeah, that's true, I am. But don't call me Angel, I like Iago better."
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"So you're not actually my talking pigeon guardian angel?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
He giggles.

"No. I'm just a guy who can turn into animals. Wanna see my fluffy kitty?"
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"Yeah."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
"Okay!"

Turning into the fluffy kitty seems to go a little bit faster than coming back from the pigeon, or maybe it's just that it all happens at once in a muddle instead of having that long growing stage first.

Then he is a tall spotted cat with a long fluffy tail, and he climbs into her lap and flops over and purrs.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
She pets him. "Good kitty," she giggles. "Could you always turn into animals and you went missing for some other reason or did the talking pigeon people recruit you?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Not telling,> he says. <Gimme tummy rubs, they're the best.>
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
She gives him tummy rubs. "So I probably should not call that hotline thing, huh?"
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<Don't call the hotline,> he says, purring up a storm. <The evil cult will get involved and it'll be bad. Also I ran away from home for, like, reasons, and they weren't even all evil-cult-related.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"The Sharing is involved in your missing person investigation?"
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
The purring trails off.

<Yeah, my stepdad's a member. But he's been evil since way before then.>
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"Evil stepparents and talking animals and my life is such a fairy tale right now." She scoops him in her arms for comforting snugs.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
He curls up and nuzzles her and purrs a little more.
megale: (now i'm sad)
Author: megale
Snuzz. She flops onto her side, still holding him.

"What happens if the evil cult gets me? Or gets you?"
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
<Well, depends. Sometimes they just kill somebody who knows too much. But most of the time they send in an evil cultist to take over your mind and walk you around pretending to still be you while you sit there in the back of your own head and watch. They wanna do that to everybody someday. That's what the Sharing is for - recruiting fresh puppets.>
megale: (now i'm sad)
Author: megale
"Ew, that sounds like a horror movie plot. A bad horror movie plot."

But she has a fuzzy kitty to snuggle.
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
Fuzzy kitty! Fuzzy purring kitty.

<It's happened to me,> he says. <I was lucky enough to get away. If they found out I'd showed up again this close to home, they'd want to drag me back in for sure. And if they found out I was connected to any kind of talking animal they'd get really serious about it. There's kind of a feud going on there.>
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"Evil cult versus talking animals. No talking ravens, huh?"
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
<Not as far as I know.>
megale: (titaness)
Author: megale
Rhea snuggles him.

"Why're you telling me? I'm nobody special."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<Yeah, but I like you,> he says. <I wanna be your snuggly talking animal buddy. And you asked.>
megale: (who're you)
Author: megale
"I mean any of it, why did you say hi at all."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
<...Because I like you and I wanna be your snuggly talking animal buddy?>
megale: (won't let me)
Author: megale
"Why?"
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
He rubs his fuzzy face against her arm and purrs. <Because you're really great.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"I'm just a random person, though, I don't get it."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<What's there not to get? I heard you talking to pigeons and I kinda fell in love a little and now I wanna be your friend.>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"That is not normal. But I guess neither is turning into animals."
aeskhyne: (Default)
Author: aeskhyne
<Oh, I've never been normal,> he says, purring contentedly.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
Pet snuggle pet pet he is the snuggliest kitty. "There you go, then, that's probably why you get to magically turn into animals and I don't."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Purr snuggle snuggle purr.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
Snugs. "What do talking animal buddies do? Do I present you to Mom and Dad and say you followed me home, can I keep you?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
He giggles. <Nah. I have to sleep as a human, so that could get awkward. But we can hang out and you can pet me, that seems to be working out really well.>
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
"You are super soft, you are the softest cat, talking or otherwise."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<I am! I made this kitty shape specifically to be really soft and fluffy and pettable. I think I did a pretty good job.>
megale: (are you serious)
Author: megale
"You made it? How do you make shapes? Eye of newt, toe of frog, three tablespoons laundry detergent and a mermaid's tear, salt to taste?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Mysterious shapeshifter things,> he says, mysteriously. <But no newts were harmed in the making of this kitty, I can tell you that much.>
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"That's good. Newts aren't cute or soft but they should keep their toes. Eyes, I mean. Toes too, eyes more importantly."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<I have never deprived a newt of any of its parts!> he promises.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
"Good kitty."

Snugglllllle. She is even snugglier than she looks.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
So snuggly. Best Rhea. Purr purr.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"You're purring. Like a real cat," she giggles.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<A real cat who loooooooves you,> he says, continuing to purr.
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
"Awwwwwwww. Are you sure I can't keep you? Mom and Dad said I could have a cat."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<I'd have to turn back human and sleep in your bed every night and somebody would probably notice,> he says. <Also, given the option, I'm not gonna go to the bathroom in a litterbox.>
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"It's not like I sleep in my bed. I have a hammock," she explains, waving a foot at her hammock. (Her arms are occupied. With snuggling.) "But fair enough about the litterbox thing."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Yeah, I saw the hammock. And your bed is way too tidy to be slept in, I bet you don't even make out on it.>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
She snorts. "With who?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<I dunno!>
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"But yeah, mostly it's just for sitting, I used to have stuffed animals heaped on it but I gave them to my little cousins."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<You're really cute,> he says happily.
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
She squirms happily and buries her face in his fluff.
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
It is even easier to detect the purring from there!
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
She's noticing that! "Sofffffft," she mumbles into fur.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
He purrs like a fluffy little motorboat. <I am, I'm soft and fluffy and I love you,> he says happily.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"Most affectionate flattering pooka ever."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
Purrrrr.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
"So you be a pigeon and be a cat and oppose evil cultists, you probably don't have a lot of time to have hobbies."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<Depends on the hobby. Is getting tummy rubs a hobby?>
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"Could be!" Tummy nuzzles. She then pulls back and sneezes into her elbow and resumes snuggling.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
<Aww, I hope you're not allergic,> he says, purring some more.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
"I'm not, I just inhaled a fur. A hair? Why is it only fur when there's lots?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
He thought-giggles again. <I have no idea but you're adorable.>
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"I think you like me more than anybody else likes me, and I'm not exactly picked last for dodgeball."
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<I probably do, I really like you.>

Purrrr.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"I don't even do anything interesting. I like it but I don't get it."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<You don't do interesting, you are interesting. I like the way you go around being you all the time. It's fun and cute and nice.>
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
"Silly pooka." Snuggle.
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
Snuggle! Purr-snuggle.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
Lots of snuggle.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
So much snuggle. All the snuggle.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
Rhea seems perfectly prepared to do nothing but snuggle her kitty buddy for the rest of the day.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
Her kitty buddy seems pretty much prepared to do the same thing!

After something like an hour, though, he nuzzles her elbow and wriggles himself right-side up and departs her lap. <Gotta go human again for a bit,> he explains. <Mysterious shapeshifter reasons.>
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"Aww, 'kay." She sits up, stretches.
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
Pooka kitty stretches too! He stretches right into being six feet tall. This time around he keeps the fluffy fur until almost the last moment, and then it all slurps back in at once. He giggles. "Wow, that tickled," he says, sitting up and wriggling a little.
megale: (wait that's bad though)
Author: megale
"It looks like it'd hurt."
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
"It doesn't at all! Handy that way. Well, I wouldn't mind if it did, but most people probably would."
megale: (pull the other one)
Author: megale
"You wouldn't mind feeling your bones squish and whatnot, really?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
He grins. "Nah, it'd be cool, I'd love it."
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
"Weirdo pooka."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yep!" he says cheerfully. "So hey, if I randomly kissed you right now, would that be fun?"
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
She blinks, then says, "Dunno, wanna find out?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yeah!"

He leans over and kisses her.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
Mmmkiss!
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
Mmmmm.

Well, he thinks it's fun. Does Rhea?
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
She's grinning, is that a hint?
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Yes. Yes it is.

Kisses! They are just as much fun as tummy rubs. But a different kind.
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
Kisses!

"You are totally in your underwear," she observes after a few of them have gone by. "Is that a pooka thing?"
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
"I am totally in my underwear! It's really hard to shapeshift clothes, but kind of awkward to be running around naked as a human, so: underwear," he explains.
megale: (c'mere)
Author: megale
"Makes sense."

Kisses? Snuggly ones?
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
Snuggly kisses are one of the best kinds. Pooka is totally on board for this.

...He is also, as she observed, totally in his underwear.

This may become relevant to snuggles.
megale: (don't look at me)
Author: megale
A little bit. She sort of winds up big-spooning him and propping her head up on her elbow so she can still kiss him. There, no awkwards.
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
It's very snuggly! He approves. Mmm snuggly kisses.
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
Yay!
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
Snugglyyyyyyyyyyy.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
"I'm making out with a pooka who left cat hair on my bed," she giggles.
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yes you are!" says the pooka who left cat hair on her bed. "And it's awesome!"
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"It kinda is! So I guess all those talking pigeon girls and boys you flatter constantly have left you a free agent for some reason?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yep. Free agent, that's me."
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
"Cool." Kiss.
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
Kiss! Snuggly kiss.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
Quite snuggly indeed.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
So snuggly. Happy and snuggly.
megale: (secret keeping)
Author: megale
After a while - rather a long while - Rhea looks at her clock, and says, "My mom will be home in like twenty minutes and I can explain a kitty but I can't explain you."
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
"I should probably head back to my secret pooka nest at some point anyway." He kisses her again. "So how about I turn into a soft cuddly owl and you cuddle me and I fly out the window and come see you again sometime?"
megale: (love and kisses)
Author: megale
"Sure!"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
"Awesome."

He turns into a soft cuddly owl, which for some reason involves his hair merging into giant feathers before anything else happens, and then the usual minute or two of other changes in apparently random order. But then he is a very sleek pretty barn owl, standing on her bed and looking huggable.
megale: (Default)
Author: megale
She scoops him right up. "Oh you're soft."
aeskhyne: (① loves to light the fuse)
Author: aeskhyne
<And cuddly!>
megale: (you and me)
Author: megale
"You're the cuddliest." She kisses his feathers and opens the window for him. "Come back soon, okay?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<You bet,> he says, and swoops off silently into the night.
megale: (priceless)
Author: megale
She waves, then closes the window.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
And Trouble owls his way back to the Swans'.
pandion: (Default)
Author: pandion
Different windows are open at different times of day. It's usually the attic, but right now, in the dark, it's the girls' bedroom. Andi is in it.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
In he swoops.

<Hey.>
pandion: (do tell)
Author: pandion
"Hi, Trouble. How goes?"
aeskhyne: (② all night cannonball)
Author: aeskhyne
<I made a friend! Where's Bella?>
pandion: (brow)
Author: pandion
"Kitchen, I think. Who'd you make friends with? Which of your excessive Frolis-humans?"
aeskhyne: (③ smile on my face)
Author: aeskhyne
<They're not excessive,> he giggles. <It's not like I don't have room.>

And then he is too far gone in his demorph to continue speaking, and he finishes up and heads downstairs with a wave.
instar: (Default)
Author: instar
And there is Bella, in the kitchen with Renée. Bella is writing (as always) and Renée is mincing an onion, presumably to add to the crockpot.
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
"Hi, Bella, hi, Renée. Bella, can we talk?"
instar: (rabbit)
Author: instar
"I take it Mom is not supposed to be involved in the talk?"
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yeah, it's not hugely private or anything but there's stuff."
instar: (shark)
Author: instar
"Okay. Basement's empty, Charlie's doing a stakeout kind of thing." She motions Trouble to follow and heads downstairs.
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
"So I met this girl," he starts, "she feeds pigeons in a park across town, and she talks to them, and she's really cute, so I followed her for three days to make sure she's not a Controller and then said hi. As a pigeon."
instar: (doe)
Author: instar


"Uh."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
"She's really cute," he reiterates. "We talked for a while and I didn't bring up aliens or use any sensitive vocabulary but I told her not to go near the Sharing and that I'm a shapeshifter, and she took me home and recognized me from a newspaper ad but she's not gonna turn me in 'cause I told her I ran away for reasons, and then we made out for like three hours, and can I make her an Animorph? Maybe?"
instar: (cat)
Author: instar
"Well, there's not exactly a lot of safe middle ground left, is there."
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
He shrugs.
instar: (spider)
Author: instar
"There was enough advance planning involved for you to follow her for three days but you wait until now to tip me off?"
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yeah," he says, "it's not like I planned in advance to follow her for three days, I just kinda started, and time spent figuring out how to tell you what I wanted to do and then telling you would've been time spent not doing it."
instar: (snake)
Author: instar
"You've left notes here in the past three days."
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yeah, so you wouldn't think I died or got caught, I do that."
instar: (cat)
Author: instar
"And they didn't say 'stalking cute girl to see if she's a Controller', let alone 'planning to thoughtspeak to cute girl', and now if you've made a mistake she knows you're a human and has personally identified you, and if she's a blabbermouth..."
aeskhyne: (④ without any plans)
Author: aeskhyne
He shrugs. "Yeah, I could've fucked it all up. But I don't think I did."
instar: (snake)
Author: instar
Bella drops her head into her hands. "Do you know if her parents or siblings or friends are in the Sharing? Do you know if her teachers or neighbors or clergyperson are Yeerks?"
aeskhyne: (⑨ nobody grows up)
Author: aeskhyne
"I'm pretty sure if she knew anybody in the Sharing she would've mentioned them when I said it was an evil cult, or like, anytime in the ensuing several hours, it's not like most people in the Sharing are quiet about it. She gets that I am a secret talking pigeon who is on the run from evil cultists. I pretty much left her in the dark about whether or not I have any talking pigeon friends. So, yeah, the worst thing that could happen is somebody's gonna find out I'm in Phoenix and I can morph. Pretty fucking bad, yep. I did it anyway."
instar: (spider)
Author: instar
"Yes. Yes you did."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
"I fell in love. It happens."
instar: (cat)
Author: instar
"It certainly seems like it, yep. Okay. Do you think she wants to be an Animorph? Is her lifestyle amenable to being helpful? Do you have any read on how good she is at keeping secrets even when they have been identified for her?"
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
"She definitely wants the cool shapeshifting powers, and is generally not on board with evil cults. I dunno exactly how she could help or exactly how she'd want to. And I don't think she's gonna be telling anybody she made out with a talking pigeon all afternoon."
instar: (owl)
Author: instar
"If she doesn't want to help, giving her shapeshifting powers is not necessarily a good idea. Makes her more useful if the Yeerks get her and a bigger security risk."
aeskhyne: (⑥ don't know what I want)
Author: aeskhyne
"You're the one with the box," he says, shrugging. "Practically speaking, it's your call."
instar: (rabbit)
Author: instar
"Does that mean its literal meaning or are you also implying that you will not hold it against me if I decline to Animorph Random Beloved The Third?"
aeskhyne: (⑤ okay boys)
Author: aeskhyne
"Her name's Rhea. I'm not gonna get mad about it," he says.
instar: (shark)
Author: instar
"Okay. I'm suspending judgment. Can you get her to come here without anybody particularly paying attention to her destination?"
aeskhyne: (⑩ i'll just play along)
Author: aeskhyne
"Yeah, probably," he says. "Dunno if she'll jump just for 'hey, wanna see my secret pooka nest?', though. Can I tell her my talking pigeon buddy wants to meet her?"
instar: (ermine)
Author: instar
"She thinks you're a pooka?" asks Bella. "Yes, you can tell her your talking pigeon buddy wants to meet her. For that matter, perhaps I should actually be a pigeon and we should meet elsewhere than here. A park or something."
aeskhyne: (⑦ i'll make you see)
Author: aeskhyne
"You can come to the park with me when I go to see her tomorrow."
instar: (shark)
Author: instar
"Okay. I will do that, then." She opens up her notebook, makes some marks that could be edits to her schedule.
aeskhyne: (⑧ nightly in the attic)
Author: aeskhyne
"I'm gonna crash," he says. "Haven't been sleeping well."
instar: (owl)
Author: instar
"Okay. Sleep well." She goes for the stairs, departs the basement.