Teja son of Tagila (
ostro_goth) wrote2013-12-29 11:51 pm
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OOM: Christmas dinner with Pyrrha and Egil
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Teja opens the door, laden as he is.
His usually comfortable, creatively untidy room is still that -- there is even Ferdinand the cat, sprawling all over Teja's bed, fast asleep. There are simply two new doors, one of them leading to a kitchen that provides all the modern comforts and appliances as well as a space to comfortably sit and eat, the other leading to Egil's room in Loki's apartment on the 12th floor.
One better should not think about how that works.
Teja opens the door, laden as he is.
His usually comfortable, creatively untidy room is still that -- there is even Ferdinand the cat, sprawling all over Teja's bed, fast asleep. There are simply two new doors, one of them leading to a kitchen that provides all the modern comforts and appliances as well as a space to comfortably sit and eat, the other leading to Egil's room in Loki's apartment on the 12th floor.
One better should not think about how that works.
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"It sounds like a good place to go, adventuresome and colourful," he says. "And he is one of Ganymede's lovers?"
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She taps her forehead. "Apparently they're really close too, he gave him tongue lessons--really? Not a euphemism. He's got a snake-tongue, and if you can shapeshift, you can give yourself one and walk around licking things and looking cool. So weird."
She's mostly just amused.
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Pause.
"Is Egil supposed to be asleep in his chair, with a cat on the table," he then says, looking around her, "or is he merely drowsily fascinated by Ferdinand licking his paws?"
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Teja gets up as well, to clear things off the table that they no longer need.
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She changes him into his skeleton-patterned pajamas, and puts him in his bed. He settles in contentedly, already mostly-asleep; she tucks him in, kisses him on the forehead and then returns to the kitchen, leaving the door slightly open on her way out.
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"I hope they don't try to pester him to feed them, in the morning," she grins as she returns. "He kinda can't. Unless he changes shape to get out of his crib, and then back again to--well, he's got opposable thumbs but he doesn't know how to use them well yet. We're still safe."
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"We are safe a little bit longer," he says. "Before he starts pulling things off tables, and hitting his head on corners."
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He has learned that.
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