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Honeysuckle Rose is rearranging her furniture.
The band is learning a new song, which is always adorable — hearing the instruments falter and pick up again tickles her every time, when they’re usually so consistent. She’s trying out new cushions for the chairs and figuring out where to put a new door for a kitchen. All is quiet.
He growls, a much less intimidating sound coming from a mere six feet four inches of human than the previous forty feet of lizard. ...still a little intimidating, though.
"Ehhh," he says, or at least vocalizes; the tone is impatient, sarcastic, a 'what's it fucking look like?' sort of thing.
The doorknob turns a little.
...She stops to think it over. For all she knows this could just be a semiarticulate bear or something.
The maybe-bear utters an impatient rumble that probably isn't very reassuring as to his species.
He is not a bear! He is in fact a tall, handsome, extremely naked man. He grins as soon as he sees her face, because it is a nice face.
"Mm!" he says affirmatively, gesturing at her with both hands. Look at her, who wouldn't be?
She opens the door the rest of the way.
...She is indeed as naked as she appeared through the window.
"Where'd you even come from?"
She turns around and heads back for the bread, gesturing for him to follow her.
(She's pretty from the back, too!)
Aaah. She is so nice to be near.
He catches up to her and runs a hand down her back, just to see what it feels like. It feels nice! He hums happily and does it again.
"Ehhmmmm," he says, possibly reminding her of his extremely limited ability to ask questions, and then he pets her some more.
...well...this isn't so bad.
She picks up a piece of bread and butters it.
"Guess it's kinda hard to ask questions if you can't talk–what's up with that, anyway?"
"...right, you kinda can't tell me."
She opens a jam jar and scoops some out onto the bread.
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