Once the meeting of alternates has concluded, it's back home for the resident monarchs. Zevros grouses about his alt not being reachable yet. And then he grouses about his alt not being a man for - for reasons. Edarial tries very, very hard not to think about those reasons, and makes a face every time it's brought up. Zevros has mercy on his twin, and Edarial doesn't have to make many faces before Zevros's desire to screw himself isn't brought up again.
He also tries very hard not to think about how all of his alts have killed someone. This time, he's not as successful. Edarial's not sure if Prime's killed someone before the fiasco that was finding him, so he might be absolved for that, but the other two certainly chose to. Neither of them regret it in the slightest. He knows this because he asked, quietly, privately. It was in the defense of their matching Bells. That's - he doesn't know how to feel about that. That's worrying.
Obviously, the solution is math. He asks both alts for their - mental numbers, the factors behind them, and then he scurries off to crunch his own and compare with what they have. Iobel didn't want to have a competition, but - this isn't that. He's comparing notes. If he's - likely to kill someone in defense of her, he'd like a heads up first.
Copious amounts of math is completed. Edarial is - kind of frightened by the results. He gets up, and he goes to find Iobel. Because according to Adarin-math, he is probably capable of killing people in her defense.
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Iobel glances around her room. She doesn't have a sofa, but she has a bed, and it is sittable-on. There she goes. And sits on it.
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Edarial does the same, and - shyly holds out his arms for more hugs.
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Iobel tucks herself into his embrace and puts her head back on his shoulder.
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Snuggly.
"If somebody were spying on us and didn't know better, they'd think we were flaunting," she murmurs.
"If somebody were spying on us and didn't know better, they'd think we were flaunting," she murmurs.
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Edarial does not care! Look at him, not caring about what the cat thinks of him.
(Okay, maybe he still does. A little.)
(Okay, maybe he still does. A little.)
Well, Cricket isn't saying anything judgmental or otherwise.
He lies back down again and closes his eyes, apparently satisfied that Iobel doesn't need her cat to spring to her defense against the horror of snuggling.
He lies back down again and closes his eyes, apparently satisfied that Iobel doesn't need her cat to spring to her defense against the horror of snuggling.
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Good. Cricket can keep on not saying judgmental things. That is the solution that makes Edarial happy, here.
Back to the horror of snuggling.
Back to the horror of snuggling.
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