[ Titans above, he really does look like a dog. The ears make the resemblance even more uncanny. Mydeimos gamely resists bringing his hand back up to pet them, instead letting Phainon lead him further into the home. ]
I choose whatever room is next to yours.
[ He says it unthinkingly but... it's true. He does look intrigued at the mention of the kitchen. ]
Is there space for more than one and a half of us now?
[ The kitchen is absurdly spacious compared to the apartment; it even has an island counter in the middle. Mydeimos's eyes don't widen much, but for him it's as telling as an explosion of sparkles appearing. ]
It looks more than passable.
[ To his second question, he emphatically nods. Yes, there is surely a point where he'll regret it due to partners, but he'd rather have Phainon nearby than not at all. Plus: ]
[ Mydeimos takes the device and looks at the photo. The picture looks like Phainon, though he's sure that he never sat for the picture in question. He squints a little bit at the text, before handing it back. ]
Maybe not you, lest you end up with a tail as well.
[ He pulls out his own phone, though, dialing the number and putting it on speaker. He gives his name when prompted, which prompts an odd squealing noise from the person he's talking to, before they start eagerly badgering him with questions. ]
'Who do I consider my most important person'? What kind of consultation is this?
[ Phainon edges closer, though, leaning in to try and listen to the questions as they come, desperately nosy. He frowns when he hears it all, though, shaking his head. ]
[ "Is that Phainon too!?" the voice goes up to an unholy screech of excitement. "Phanclub is never going to believe this!" ]
I don't think I should.
[ Despite his reservations, he does. ]
It is Phainon and Cipher, of course.
[ He swears he hears pouting, but they begin asking more questions. They seem benign but then get more intimate, such as "who do you enjoy sex with the most" and "do you get a funny feeling hanging out with Phainon?"
By the time he deigns to hang up, though, the damage is done. There's a faint puff of magic and then a set of pointed, terrier ears in the same colors as his hair. He doesn't immediately notice. ]
[ Phainon is listening along, eagerly enough, until the questions start leaning more and more towards him, and then he feels a little... On edge.
Funny feeling... Enjoying sex with...
Phainon and Cipher, of course.
Lead in his stomach.
He steps away to give his friend a touch more space, not quite sure how to manage the sudden, inexplicable feelings, until Mydeimos hangs up, and he turns his eyes back to him. Then, his mouth drops open, his brief flicker of irritated angst replaced by something like glee. ]
[ He raises his hand to touch his ears - or where they normally would be. They are gone, and it's only one agitated ear flick from the one his earring now resides on that clues him in. He raises both hands to touch the back of the terrier ears, staring ahead blankly. ]
[ Is it because of the ears at all, or is it because they're not cat ears? Both ears go back at Phainon laughing at him, while Fig Stew makes a curious awoo? from the ground. ]
It's some kind of trick, or glamour. You're sure this isn't Cipher's doing somehow?
[ Yeah he is, looking visibly sulky about the ears as Phainon reaches up to touch one. He doesn't flinch away, of course, as used to Phainon's hands on him as anything in this world and even beyond it. The fur, despite looking like a terrier's, is as soft as his hair, and he closes his eyes a little. ]
Mmm.
[ It's something between a rumble and a grunt; one might even call it a purr, were they willing to throw down in a kitchen. ]
[ Phainon has to bite his cheek to stop himself from beaming, glad that he, at least, gets to do this. As tempting as it is to keep playing, he relents, thumb brushing over the ear one last time. ]
They might go away with time. Let us hope so!
[ And then he's turning, ready to explore again, ignoring the heat on his face. ]
[ He barely keeps from making a disgruntled noise; he wonders if it feels as good for Phainon's ears to be touched as it did his. He ruminates over that as he follows Phainon further into the house.
The bathrooms are nice! We'll be sharing one, and there are at least two others. The attic room that the Cat King can have has its own en suite, it's just smaller.
[ So: decent. Good enough. ]
The bath might be bigger than the one in our apartment.
It might not be a bad idea. I know Cipher has different preferences, and I don't know enough about the Cat King yet to know if he'd enjoy the same things as her.
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I choose whatever room is next to yours.
[ He says it unthinkingly but... it's true. He does look intrigued at the mention of the kitchen. ]
Is there space for more than one and a half of us now?
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[ Tugging him along, he leads him into the kitchen, throwing open his arms. ]
There are two bedrooms that have a connecting bathroom. Do you want those?
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It looks more than passable.
[ To his second question, he emphatically nods. Yes, there is surely a point where he'll regret it due to partners, but he'd rather have Phainon nearby than not at all. Plus: ]
I'm already used to your bathroom habits anyways.
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[ Phainon translate Mydei into the common tongue, stepping over and leaning on him a little. ]
Wait, I don't have any weird habits, do I?
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[ Yeah, he likes it. He lets Phainon lean against him, Fig Stew running his way back to them to snuffle around the kitchen. ]
Nothing I'm not already used to, puppy.
[ He smirks - he's clearly teasing. ]
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[ His cheeks are heating up, a bright, brilliant gold as he refuses to look at him. ]
Stop teasing me.
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[ He gives in to the urge to reach back up and scratch behind one of the ears. ]
Was this another gift?
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[ He's a little pouty about it, because that nickname inspires certain memories he is trying to keep a lid on. ]
I woke to a large poster outside the apartment. Here...
[ He grabs his device, getting the photo up and passing it over. ]
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Have you tried calling the slate number on it?
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[ He was a little too worried about it, for obvious reasons. ]
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[ He pulls out his own phone, though, dialing the number and putting it on speaker. He gives his name when prompted, which prompts an odd squealing noise from the person he's talking to, before they start eagerly badgering him with questions. ]
'Who do I consider my most important person'? What kind of consultation is this?
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[ Phainon edges closer, though, leaning in to try and listen to the questions as they come, desperately nosy. He frowns when he hears it all, though, shaking his head. ]
Are you going to answer?
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I don't think I should.
[ Despite his reservations, he does. ]
It is Phainon and Cipher, of course.
[ He swears he hears pouting, but they begin asking more questions. They seem benign but then get more intimate, such as "who do you enjoy sex with the most" and "do you get a funny feeling hanging out with Phainon?"
By the time he deigns to hang up, though, the damage is done. There's a faint puff of magic and then a set of pointed, terrier ears in the same colors as his hair. He doesn't immediately notice. ]
What kind of questions were those?
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Funny feeling... Enjoying sex with...
Phainon and Cipher, of course.
Lead in his stomach.
He steps away to give his friend a touch more space, not quite sure how to manage the sudden, inexplicable feelings, until Mydeimos hangs up, and he turns his eyes back to him. Then, his mouth drops open, his brief flicker of irritated angst replaced by something like glee. ]
Mydeimos... Your ears...
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[ He raises his hand to touch his ears - or where they normally would be. They are gone, and it's only one agitated ear flick from the one his earring now resides on that clues him in. He raises both hands to touch the back of the terrier ears, staring ahead blankly. ]
What the fuck?
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Now I see why they wanted people to call!
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It's some kind of trick, or glamour. You're sure this isn't Cipher's doing somehow?
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[ Stepping closer, he leans up to try and stroke his fingers over one, gleeful. ]
They're very cute!
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[ Yeah he is, looking visibly sulky about the ears as Phainon reaches up to touch one. He doesn't flinch away, of course, as used to Phainon's hands on him as anything in this world and even beyond it. The fur, despite looking like a terrier's, is as soft as his hair, and he closes his eyes a little. ]
Mmm.
[ It's something between a rumble and a grunt; one might even call it a purr, were they willing to throw down in a kitchen. ]
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They might go away with time. Let us hope so!
[ And then he's turning, ready to explore again, ignoring the heat on his face. ]
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Although, relevant: ]
What is the bathing situation looking like?
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[ So: decent. Good enough. ]
The bath might be bigger than the one in our apartment.
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[ The bathhouse here is.... okay? But there's too much fucking going on in it. Sometimes a man just wants to wash down with his bro!! ]
I'll see to it that ours is well stocked, and ask the others if there's anything they need.
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[ In a totally not romantic way, of course. ]
Oh! Do you think we should keep a list on the fridge, so we can get things for each other?
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It might not be a bad idea. I know Cipher has different preferences, and I don't know enough about the Cat King yet to know if he'd enjoy the same things as her.
[ It's for those two, because he Knows Phainon. ]
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This is probably a good wrapping point but -