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It's an ordinary, quiet night. The . . . patrons, or whatever they are, of the lab equipment shop downstairs, took off about forty-five minutes ago.
There's silence, mostly. You can only be out at night in Sothis if you have business. But there's some business. Every so often a party passes under Katie's window. Their conversation is mostly what Katie has become accustomed to thinking of as "focused", though occasionally some is just downright tense or revelrous.
Wind. Distant insects. Dogs.
Something shuffles downstairs.
And continues to shuffle.
"Are we good?" The voice is insistent, alto, and right underneath Katie. And it's female.
"Yes, fine". Higher. If Katie knows what female halflings sound like, it sounds like that.
The shuffling moves deeper into the shop. A glass clinks. Laughter starts, whispering at first, then merely hushed.
"Oh my god." A third voice.
"All this stuff is fake, you know. This and this and this used to be one bespoke fixture."
"Fuck."
Whoever it is is going through the merchandise.
Expensive, heavily regulated merchandise. Katie's parent have only been in Ulunat for two weeks, but she's picked up that the proprietors of this place have gone to a moderate effort to secure it against thieves.
Lick. Chomp.
Aaaaaaugbfgbhf feeds herself more wolf feeds herself more wolf feeds herself more wolf
"sorry"
She strokes Katie's upper arm, most of which she can wrap her left hand around, to emphasize her repentance.
She holds Katie snugly, being careful not to disturb any food, and rocks side to side a little.
"You eat so slow. Are you scared of the practice room?"
Mmmmm soft and warm and cozy woman. "Why would I be scared of a room? Is it, like, a really big mimic or something?"
"I know I say this like once a minute, but you are incredibly tender and caring for an Evil person."
"Do you?
I guess I am.
You're, uh, incredibly person, for a person."
She hopes her hotness will momentarily free her from the obligation to make sense.
Feed.
"I'm a cat and I am purring at you and nuzzling you and rolling over so you can scratch my belly."
"Absolutely." She rolls over and exposes what could be very loosely called a 'belly'.
"I guess it shouldn't be a surprise how infectious your optimism is, considering you're a cleric of the goddess of disease."
"I don't have that effect on most people.
Do you find that people find you inspiring?"
"Childlikeness, I guess? The sense that maybe being a person really was that simple, after all."
Little tummyscritches.
Yes, being a person is very simple.
She waits until Katie is unoccupied and holds her tight and kisses her mouth. Moves one arm down Katie's side, careful not to play xylophone with her ribs again.
Katie reciprocates the kiss eagerly, putting her arms around Tazich's sizeable middle and squeezing as tight as she can, which is, frankly, not very.
Smirk. Squirm.
She squeezes Katie a little tighter.
"I could seriously eat you . . ." wait fuck that's not a normal thing to say, never mind that it's a serious understatement
". . . If, uh, circumstances were different."
Nuzzle. Fuck she really wants to nibble Katie's neck but she doesn't.
