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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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[reparo]

[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.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( 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! )

[reparo]

[ 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.]