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<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

[He sees where this is going, therefore his first instinct is to get defensive.]

yes, how observant of you to notice

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

it's okay, i know it's kinda subtle

the way a bellowing stampede is a minor disturbance

[ hence why rafe is staying in his room and not going up there with mr. claws and horns. ]

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

a testament to your observational skills

[Can we be done talking about this now???]

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

[ yeah, you wish. ]

so why didn't you just say no

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

because he asked me to go

action;

[chardismastic]

[ Fenris may think that the radio silence that follows means he's out of the woods on this, that Rafe has decided discretion is the better part of valor and respected his partner's obvious wish to just drop the whole thing.

Fat fucking chance.

No, Rafe has just been a bit busy reading some other content on the network this evening. ]

Hey, you want to hear something else crazy going on today?

[ Called as Rafe ascends the stairs into the garret attic that Fenris has made his own, laptop balanced on one arm. ]

There's some dumbass right on the network, stole your username and everything, says he's going to be leaving the house to see Javert at the prison.

[ And he shuts the laptop with a quiet click while staring down at a certain pile of blue stupid. ]

I mean, obviously that's not you because did we not just make a fucking plan to not go out and thus avoid this particular pot of crazy?

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris was right in the middle of closing his laptop and removing himself from his nest of blankets and stuffed mabari in the corner when Rafe ascends the stairs. Like a teenager caught trying to sneak out before they can even make a move he rolls his eyes and huffs out a sigh, knowing full well how ridiculous he's being, to be completely honest.]

The plan as changed, [he offers simply.] I must check on Javert.

[chardismastic]

Oh, you must.

[ One moment, opening his computer again to read: ]

"Why would you go alone?"

[magicalglowstick]

That was different.

[Because it's not important what happens to him.]

If his mind is not his own then I can't stand by and do nothing.

[chardismastic]

[ Yes. So clearly different — because it's about Fenris instead of Rafe, because Fenris is so much more capable and thus would be fine as a solo act but Rafe needs babysitting? Is that it? ]

...Uh huh. So then clearly the option is to stand next to him and do... [ He pauses, waiting for Fenris to tell him what exactly he plans on attempting in this bullshit crazy scheme. ] What, exactly? Scowl him back to sanity?

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris scoffs, turning to face the nearest window with his arms crossed.]

Don't be foolish. I would do whatever must be done. But I would need to see him first to know what that is.

[He pauses, knowing that doesn't exactly answer anything.]

If something took his mind and body as I suspect then there is one mercy I can grant him.

[chardismastic]

[ Yeah, sulk harder. Maybe that'll find you a leg to stand on. ]

So you're going to go over there and if in your infinite wisdom of dealing with weird shit you can't find anything else, you'll stab him. [ Snapping his laptop shut again. ] Solid idea there, partner.

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris huffs indignantly — and for a moment he could swear that the flow of air leaving his nostrils left them burning slightly.]

That is not what I'm saying at all. I'm going over there to assess the situation and if he becomes dangerous only then will I do what needs to be done.

If not, then perhaps I can talk him back from this madness.

[chardismastic]

And if you get caught up? Who's going to talk you back?

[ Do not count on him leaving this house and getting drunk on whatever's out there in the air. ]

Way a partnership works, in case you're forgetting? Needs two heads sticking together on a goddamn plan rather than splitting up to do some stupid shit. Like this.

[magicalglowstick]

[Of course he doesn't have an answer for that, solely reacting on his first instinct which is to act. That being said, while his hackles are definitely raised and where he looked about ready to charge past Rafe any moment, his posture deflates in defeat.

The more he thinks on it the more he's ashamed that he was going to blatantly disregard Rafe's objection to his plan.]

I...fine then.

[chardismastic]

Thank you.

[ And a modicum of tension uncoils from round his shoulders, as he tucks the laptop under an arm and leans a hip against the bannister of the stair. ]

Was honestly concerned you wouldn't see sense and then. [ A shrug. ] Pretty obvious by now that if you wanted to bull through, it's not like I could hold you back.

[ Other than death and darkness, Rafe still looks more or less himself even as his skin peels away in sections. Meanwhile Fenris has gone from twink to a fucking linebacker, muscles packed onto a frame that now demands he look up a few inches to have any kind of conversation. ]

[magicalglowstick]

I wouldn't have.

[He admits quietly, moving over to the corner covered with various sheets and pillows (and his stuffed mabari). His claws paw and grab at whatever's in his way until he makes a hole of comfort right in the middle to settle himself down in. At this point he doesn't even realize he does it.]

I...will try not to be so rash in the future.

[chardismastic]

Would appreciate that. You may be the obvious brawn now but it'd be a real hassle to gain that at the cost of the brain you brought into this.

[ It's kind of a compliment. Maybe. He observes the nesting with a skeptical eyebrow before exhaling sharply through his nose— Or meant to, anyway. He'd forgotten to inhale so there's nothing doing with it.

It's happening more and more often these days.

He chooses not to think about that. ]

We really have to get you a bed.

[magicalglowstick]

[It's weird. Part of him wants to take it as a compliment — that he even has a mind of his own, let alone one that Rafe values. But the other part of him feels a creeping shame about it. About the fact that he dares feel pride for thinking without his master.

His little nest of pillows and cloth is set just so, even if it doesn't look it, so after his initial working with his claws he's able to settle with ease, his back against the wall in which he has more padding set up.]

I see no reason to. It is quite comfortable.

[And given that he's far used to sleeping in worse conditions (save for the ten years he spent in a nice bed, even if said bed was in a mansion full of dead bodies and demons at some point), he doesn't find anything odd about his choice of comfort.

Or maybe it's more accurate to say he's ignoring it.]

[chardismastic]

[ A perfectly fine house of denial. Everything's good here, everybody's totally fine with what they're turning into. ]

Suppose it follows then that you also don't see how the whole rest of this house is starting to get like a hoarder's wet dream.

[ He gets it, it's probably some other part of their particular monster thing (or at least he really fucking hopes it is rather than just a baseline trait) but it's getting to be an awful clutter and Rafe's really starting to get peeved. It's a better, more actionable peeve to focus on than everything else going on outside their door and within themselves. ]

A bed, and some storage.

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris takes a look around his space at Rafe's accusation, ready to be offended. Except he isn't wrong. Even beside his "bed" there are piles of stuff that he hasn't sorted, and the piles he has sorted still clutter the area. Empty bottles of varying colors, metallic buttons and candleholders, pieces of metal that likely belonged to broken technology that he doesn't understand.

He barely fights back a wince. When did this habit get so out of control? When did he even acquire this habit?]

I...[Oh he sees it. He sees it and he's a bit peeved at Rafe for pointing it out so that he couldn't continue to ignore it.

He sighs.] Right...

[chardismastic]

Yeah.

[ Said to the tune of no shit, but if there's anyone on this peninsula he can temper his sarcasm for and who deserves the effort, it's the elf who's saved his ass more than once.

An elf who also tried to drunkenly make out with him a couple weeks ago— But that's besides the point. Rafe caught him before he could and nothing's been said about the matter since. He'd almost asked the next day whether or not Fenris even remembered that night but...he's refrained. Either he had which was its own luck and thus would've only invited questions, or he hadn't and was acting like had in which case asking would be pointing straight at the eight-hundred-pound lizard in the room. ]

Can go shopping or something after all this dies down. Not like we're paying rent here.

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris definitely remembers. It's part of why he doesn't give too much of a fuss about his sleeping arrangement, or why he doesn't fight to continue ignoring his hoarding. The last thing he wants to do is become a burden. It didn't work so well for him last time and he's not going to go down that road with Rafe. He's lucky he's even talking to him after what he tried to do at the party. He doesn't want to be a mistake.]

To be honest, I'm not sure I would find a regular bed much comfort anymore.

[The idea of a pile of soft things seems way more appealing.]

But you are right about the storage. I hadn't realized how out of hand it has become. I'm sorry.

[chardismastic]

I'm sure there's got to be beds made to satisfy.... slightly transformed tastes.

[ Can't hurt to go looking as opposed to this nest with zero lumbar support which will eventually fuck with his back. ]

Look, you don't have to apologize for it. No harm, no foul. [ Totally talking about the imitation magpie act. Yep. ] Just— Something to fix for the future.

[magicalglowstick]

I suspect there are a lot of things that need fixing for the future.

[He's not sure what changes, psychologically speaking, that Rafe may be dealing with at the moment, but whatever they may be he's handling them well. To Fenris, Rafe still remains the same as he had been when they met on Brasa. Obviously not physically, but that matters very little, if at all. But himself?

Not much to say on that aside from he knows he's not handling it as well as he should be.]

I'll try my best.

[Definitely not talking about any one specific thing. Nope.]