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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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"That's a pity," repeats Isabella. And then she looks up at the sky and smiles. "Oh, there go those irritating clouds."
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"...Oh," says Petaal. "Oh."
She spins around in a circle, flinging her arms out and then hugging herself. Then she snuggle-attacks Kas, but he is insufficiently cuddlable with his coat on. She spins in the other direction, almost falls over, catches herself, giggles with absolute delight...
...and hugpounces on Isabella.
She spins around in a circle, flinging her arms out and then hugging herself. Then she snuggle-attacks Kas, but he is insufficiently cuddlable with his coat on. She spins in the other direction, almost falls over, catches herself, giggles with absolute delight...
...and hugpounces on Isabella.
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Isabella shrieks and lurches away; Path divebombs Petaal and seizes a knot on her silks and tries to drag her in the other direction. "What are you doing?!" exclaims Isabella. "Let go!"
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"It's so nice," chatters Petaal, leaping away again and taking Kas's hands and whirling him around, "don't you feel how nice it is, if I settled I'd settle as a witch, sweetie I wish you could feel it, look, look, the moon's out—" and she sits down dizzily on the ground and hugs Kas's legs, causing him to fall over half on top of her, whereupon she immediately hugs him again. And then sits on top of him and rains kisses all over his face.
Kas reacts to all of the above with bewildered laughter.
Kas reacts to all of the above with bewildered laughter.
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"What the fuck, Petaal?" Isabella asks, sitting down hard on the ground and barely reacting to Path's fussing with her hair and nuzzling at her face.
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"Moonlight!" cries Petaal, throwing herself down on top of Kas and curling up familiarly.
"...Um, are you okay?" says Kas. To Isabella, although the question could also be fairly asked of his daemon.
"...Um, are you okay?" says Kas. To Isabella, although the question could also be fairly asked of his daemon.
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"Just a little - shaky - and weirded out - we are not that close, at all, I've never even tried mindreading spells because mind-affecting magic weirds me out but it felt like I imagine one of those would - I'm not harmed, are you okay?" she says. "It is not supposed to make her drunk, and even drunk daemons don't usually fling themselves on people, is she okay?"
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"Honey," Kas murmurs, wrapping his arms around Petaal's waist and nuzzling the top of her head.
"'mfine," says Petaal, "sorry, I didn't know it'd be bad for you I just knew it'd be okay for us and I really wanted to hug someone and my sweetie's all wrapped up and puffy and you're not."
"'mfine," says Petaal, "sorry, I didn't know it'd be bad for you I just knew it'd be okay for us and I really wanted to hug someone and my sweetie's all wrapped up and puffy and you're not."
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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?"
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"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.