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So this is a strip club, apparently.
It looks an awful lot like a tacky bar with ads of assorted people in heavy makeup all over its surface. Also, Isabella is getting the impression that witches must not be common patrons, even taking into account their absolute rarity - she'd be an uncommon sight at a pawn shop too but no one would be liable to look at her like so.
Oh well.
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"I just feel like - like I - wait, how did you know it'd be okay for you? I know couples play with that sort of thing - established couples - but we're not. That."
The sense that she now knows Kas and Petaal more deeply than she has ever known anyone else settles somewhere on the back of her neck and won't be shaken off. She knows it's not true, however true it feels.
The sense that she now knows Kas and Petaal more deeply than she has ever known anyone else settles somewhere on the back of her neck and won't be shaken off. She knows it's not true, however true it feels.
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"Maybe it's different for us," shrugs Petaal. "I don't know how I knew, it wasn't a thing I thought, it just was. Sometimes I snuggle with Augustine and that's okay too."
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"She's a bear, isn't she? I don't know if bears count. Witches count. You're okay? You don't feel like I... pried you open and looked at your brain?"
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"I'm okay," says Kas.
"We're okay," Petaal confirms. "We're fine, it wasn't the bad kind, we're fine."
"We're okay," Petaal confirms. "We're fine, it wasn't the bad kind, we're fine."
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"Okay. But no more unexpected leaping. Even during a full moon at midnight in an area with no light pollution on a clear night. Okay?"
truthwright
"No more unexpected leaping," Petaal assents.
A slight pause.
"...Can I hug you if I ask nice?"
A slight pause.
"...Can I hug you if I ask nice?"
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Isabella examines that question for barbs.
"With the understanding that Path is off-limits? If you really, really want to? Maybe. Not in front of anyone. I don't want to deal with awkward questions."
"With the understanding that Path is off-limits? If you really, really want to? Maybe. Not in front of anyone. I don't want to deal with awkward questions."
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"Off-limits to what—?" says Petaal, puzzled. "Oh, that. Well, of course. I want to hug you." She grins at Path. "I can hug you, too, if you want. You're really fluffy."
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"Nothing odd happens if we touch each other," Path says levelly to Petaal. "I am indeed fluffy."
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"Uh, do you want the no-pokey-talons spell?" Isabella asks, before Path goes anywhere. "Comes in handy."
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"I can try to be careful, but sometimes the choices are between me squeezing hard enough to break skin or falling off and not necessarily having a chance to catch myself," Path tells her.
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Isabella looks quizzically at Kas. "Can one of you explain this?"
truthwright
"...It's kind of the same thing as the moonlight?" he says uncertainly. "We just like feeling stuff, it doesn't make a huge difference whether it's snuggles or sharp things, as long as it's stuff we want to be feeling right then."
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Path shrugs his wings, swoops over to Petaal's shoulder, and holds on as tight as he has to. He pecks at her hair a bit, arranging it behind her ear.
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"Awwwww," giggles Petaal. "You are fluffy. Fluffy and cute and huggable and lovable."
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"All of those things," agrees Path.
"Okay, that's just ridiculously cute," Isabella says.
"Okay, that's just ridiculously cute," Isabella says.
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Isabella laughs. "So I guess the verdict on celestial light is that yes, it is pleasant, huh?"
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"...What's it like?" Isabella asks Kas. "Having someone touch your daemon."