fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

[he already realized that setting things on fire would probably kill him from oxygen deprivation OR create a vacuum which makes the glass implode on himself so it's a trump card

anyway he tumbles onto his ass]

Oh? What exactly would you apologize for?

Oh no, I'm afraid I can't hear you like this at all.

[picks up the pan with booker and glass and everything, and he does consider the barn door in the common room for a second, but takes him to his room instead]

[braces himself against the glass as he is carried, this does not FEEL very steady when you are tiny]

Then you better take this off so we can chat.

[luckily he left his bedroom door ajar, so he just bumps it open with his hip and then closes it with his back]

Please stop talking, I can't hear you at all.

I'm not going to stop talking so maybe you should lift off the glass.

[does not lift the glass.

leaves him on a little table and gets back to bed.

and turns off the lights.]

[promptly starts scooting the glass toward the edge of the desk]

[HE CAN HEAR THAT]

[idk why you thought he would sit there nicely. you have five seconds before he escapes the glass]

[nah it's funnier to see what Booker does next]

[well he gets the edge of the glass over the edge of the desk enough that he can slip out, and drops to the floor. There is a bit of hesitation before he jumps but if falling a few feet doesn't hurt a mouse it's not going to hurt him. And he has wings! They give him a little bit of help slowing his fall.]

[watching him, now that his eyes are getting used to the dark.

also now that Booker has escaped his glass prison, he will notice that aside from Shura's usual cologne, the room smells like alcohol. it's exactly the same as all standard D.V. Dreamdrift rooms, except for the addition of a small window seat that's covered in pillows and a window (though the curtains are closed right now).

but also, since he's on the floor, he might notice there's something under the bed. looks like some kind of ... pet bed...? weird]

You know, I could just get up and leave the cabin...

Sure, if you want, we can keep this up all day. I'm not tired yet, are you?

[tiny little pause from being electrocuted but you wouldn't notice that, right]

How much have you been drinking?

[he is, going to go inspect that bed]

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[it's a flat square pillow made of black satin with a side that opens like a pillow case, smells very faintly garden-y.

and there is, of course, a lot of black fur sticking to it everywhere.]

Not enough to deal with you right now.

Well I have bad news about your near and possibly extended future.

Have you been going fox-mode a lot lately?

If you're looking at my bed, I've had that for a while.

That doesn't actually answer my question.

[finding some bedsheets and digging his claws into them to climb up onto the bed]

It's none of your business.

[he feels his weight tugging at the sheets, so just pulls them up along with him. whatever.]

[whup, holds on until he's on able to stand on the mattress

and then walks into Asura's line of sight and sits down because standing on a mattress still feels weird]

Not minding my own business is basically my whole deal.

Well, that doesn't mean you're entitled to any answers from me. Much less at this hour.

I'm not going to argue about entitlement. I don't have any problem admitting I'm being unreasonable. But so what? So are you.

Except I'm not demanding anything from you nor inconveniencing you at every possible opportunity.

Sorry, do you think deciding our relationship is simply over with no warning after lying to me for weeks isn't a constant inconvenience?

[shrugs]

You can find someone else to look at your "visions", I'm sure.

[DIGS HIS NAILS INTO ASURA'S KNEE THROUGH THE FABRIC AND STARTS TO CLIMB HIM LIKE A FURIOUS KITTEN]

This is about me caring about you and knowing you since I was six-fucking-teen you gargantuan asshole.

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