[closed] hey get your knives out

[prozaic]

WHO: Shalem + others
WHERE: Mostly in the Gallows, but there's something happening in Mirth too.
WHEN: Event time!
WHAT: Shalem is in jail, then he's not. Then he needs to make some money.
WARNINGS: Shalem's Shadow amplifying his bloodlust, some PTSD, lots of poetic waxing about dark things. More tba

[ a catch-all for people i've plotted with. feel free to respond to my plotting comment if you'd like a thread! ]

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[dissonyance]

[ he's quiet for a moment, not wanting to respond verbally. not yet, because it's true. a comfortable weight. that's what it is. something that doesn't put pressure on him. something that he'd probably miss if it was gone. ]

I... agree. Though, not to your point about shallowness.

[prozaic]

[shalem chuckles, and makes his tail waggle up and down, with leaks' fluff still wrapped up in it.]

That's too kind.

You're saying that because you feel the same.

[dissonyance]

[ no smiles, just a grunt and a huff. ]

You are right.

[ ugh! what a... unsettling sensation. not unpleasant though. ]

But I admit this under duress.

[prozaic]

Under duress? [perhaps leaks should not have said that, because shalem's smile has widened just a touch. still friendly, but now with a hint of mischief.]

How am I coercing you?

[the end of his tail wriggles, keeping both of them mostly still, but surely leaks will still be able to feel that.]

[dissonyance]

I think... you know.

[ he's embarrassed just thinking about smiling. feeling the corners of his lips rise just a little bit just because of someone else. ]

Come on. We should go, even if this is not what the man is looking for, I no longer care about the compensation...

[prozaic]

No, no, wait!

[shalem smushes his cheek against leaks' shoulder in a bid to keep him in his seat. he's not letting go of leaks' tail either, he's too comfortable with holding it in his own.]

Tell me?

[dissonyance]

Our tails are doing quite a bit of the talking.

[ as much as he'd like to push up and away from the cheek, he's not of the mindset to do something that would be this rude. especially to shalem. ]

I believe there are words that would best describe the kind of conversation...

[ he just doesn't have them in his mind right now. ]

[prozaic]

[is his tail sensitive, shalem has to wonder. are the tails of the furred races sensitive? to test, shalem slowly unwinds his tail from leaks', like the slithering of a serpent-beast.]

I can't think of a word, either, and I don't know what exactly you're thinking. [then he sits up properly, cricking his neck.]

But if you feel you're under duress, I'll have to just... pull it back some, hmm?

[dissonyance]

[ perhaps most cats have sensitive tails, but leaks would be more sensitive than others. not being around others... not having his own touched. so. in a way, he's not sure if he misses shalem's coiled his own right now. ]

... when we are out of this place, you may return your tail to where it was before.

[ leaks is trying not to melt into his seat. ]

If that is acceptable.

[prozaic]

Holding tails as we journey across the Tempest and the Shadowlands to our doors, hmm?

[shalem stuffs his phone into a pocket, and grabs leaks' wrist so they can finally get up and finish this mission.]

That sounds quite poetic. I never took you for such, Leaks.

[dissonyance]

[ yes, he would like to completely melt and disappear now. ]

It is simply another way that we can keep track of one another. To not get lost. Keeping our hands free is the best way to defend ourselves.

[ right? makes sense to him. ]

I am not... poetic.

[prozaic]

I would call you poetic. [he's a child of the stage, he knows what's poetic and what's not...!]

You think up of things that people would not expect from you, and there's some hint of... sentimentality to them.

Worry not. [he smiles, bright and happy.] I'm not going to bully you for it.

[dissonyance]

[ both of his ears go stiff, then immediately bend at the tips. ]

... please do not bully me for that.

[ leaks wouldn't know what to do. he can't possibly get angry at shalem. ]

[prozaic]

[shalem's tail wriggles as he tugs leaks up, up, stand with him.]

Of course not. I only reserve bullying for those who deserve it. For you... [he flashes a bit of fang in a rare expression of mischief.]

For you, I'll simply tease.

🎀

[dissonyance]

[ hmph. that fang. ]

I will accept that in lieu of anything that is... more than bullying, I suppose.

[ always be nice to the catte! ]