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AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Dusty, crammed, stale — you've hit the real estate jackpot with your recent abode. And you're even #blessed with roommates.

o1. Post a top level with some of your character's quirky, funny, sad or standout domestic habits everyone can enjoy. ( "That fourth lizard tail's a bit awkward." "They're always stealing everyone's fancy conditioner." "That guy, watching you sleep." )

o2. Tag around with your character's IC reactions: questions, passive aggressive post-its, gentle encouragements to stop watering that plant, wholesome suggestions, etc.

o3. Threads can stay game canon — break the ice on some new CR. Why not?

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( he's found that the propensity for people to call wolves and dogs Good Boys transcends at least three worlds, which is more than one and thus amusing. then she initiates petting, and he gracefully, slowly, carefully...

... collapses into her lap like it's a fainting couch. yes, continue the grooming, thank you, it's wonderful! )

[wheezed out:] And also big boy. [he's heavy. He's also not a confirmed he, but she's not about to check and she'll blame it on Licyn for making her think about the wolf as a he. That is his fault.]

Okay, well, since you like it...

[she doesn't dare to go further than petting his back, practically combing long fur with her fingers, at the start. Eventually though, she goes back to a scritch behind his ear. Then, someone's suggestion at the back of her mind, a scritch under the jaw.]

( depending on how deep her fingers quest combing the fur at his ruff, the cord of his pendant for communicating can be found: beyond that, petting down his back is smooth but for some ridging of scar tissue, diagonal across his back, three neat slices from left shoulder down to above his right hip.

he huffs out a canine laugh, the silent lolling tongue and crinkled eye as he waits until she figures out she can just shove him off. until then, he's enjoying the casual contact, even tipping his head back and giving her easier access to his throat when she pulls out the jaw scratching.

here's a wolf never concerned with dominance dynamics in his life. his tail lifts and thumps down against the floor exactly once, the equivalent to either "good girl" or "yeah, repeat that please." maybe both at once. )

[Luck would have it that she misses the chord completely.

You know how there's research out there that letting dogs is good for one's anxiety? Same for wolves, apparently, since she gets in the zone for a bit and just enjoys the repetitive motions.

Until she hears the tail thump, and lets out a startled laugh.] Oh, is that how it is?

[She does it again, really scratches an itch, and with an amused huff, brings her other hand up to get the other side too. Maybe pinches his jowls together a little. Scrunches her nose. Cute stuff.] You lush.

( he huffs from his throat, which isn't a complaint, but a sort of acknowledgement he is indeed a lush for whatever grounds him. or seems to offhand at least please her, in the sense that much as her lap is partly occupied by Large Wolf, she'd been stroking his fur in the repetitive manner of someone calming down.

so all the pinching at his jowls earns an uplifted nose to look her in the face, then let his tail repeat the heavy, singular wag-thump. it's soothing for him. why else would he even let some of the children do this? it's not for the reward of tail tugs and ear pulls. )

[It goes like this, for a little bit longer, inwardly marvelling at the fact that she's allowed to do this to such a dangerous animal, and he's actually waggling his tail. It's better than the dozen ravens that followed her around demanding food in Ke-Waihu.

He has intelligent eyes, this wolf, she can't help but notice. They look knowing. It probably means nothing, but she whispers secretly,] Thank you for this.

( peering right back up at her, and lifting his nose at the last moment, to bring a wet, cold one booping against her dry, human one. then pulling his head back, huffing as he rolls off her lap and to his feet, before casually walking forward to leap up into her vacated bed, turn around three times to make it properly nesty, and plop himself down.

you do like gingers, right? not that a red wolf looks particularly ginger, but there you go, hermione. a wolf in your bed. )

[Cold nose. Cold wet nose. She lets out a surprised squeak first, and then she lets out an indignant one. After a while of just gawping at the wolf doing biscuits and curling on her bed.

Thankfully not on the notepad but close.]

Well I guess that answers my question of whether you have a space in this place. Huh.

[She comes to stand at the side of the bed, hands on her hips, just watches him. Taps her foot. Deliberates.

Crookshanks used to do this. She should know by now that judgement will not work.

She sighs, and shoos him, crawling up in the spot near the pillow.]

You have no right being such a large - oof - let me just.

[When she does settle, she picks up the notebook and realises that it's late and, honestly, the brain for studying is not awake right now. She looks at the croissant of a wolf and sigh.]

Fine, you can stay, but let me lie down. I want to sleep too.

( he huffs some sort of low, rumbling sound, then shifts the bulk of his body just right to leave space for her feet down at this end. having decided there's more than enough room for her, as long as she doesn't plan to be centred, he watches her with two quirked up collections of whiskers that pass for brows. )

Woo?

( content yet, love? good, it's a great time to sleep! )

[ That's just. Charming. You give a wolf a pet, he takes over two thirds of your bed.

She grumbles, and wriggles down under the blankets, muttering under her breath:] Woo yourself.

[Still, she curls up on her side, facing the beast, and reaching out to pet behind his ears and head until she falls into a deep sleep.]

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