[DRP] It Just Works [Twins/Merry]

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Rest

Nahm whispered in his sleep sometimes, long and hissing sibilants that were not quite language, breathed across the edges of sharp teeth on a long tongue; when it happened, as it sometimes did, his hand tended to travel slowly across the bed, a clawed and spidery explorer, looking for the warmth of a body. When he found soft, warm fur, the hand would settle; slowly, drowsily, never waking, he would move across the bed to curl intimate and close, breathing against the pulse in her neck, and sometimes, sometimes, his tongue stole out to taste.  

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Tame

Mr Snappy had taken a little time to reconcile himself to the presence of someone else he could not bite, but after several sharp flicks to the nose, he confined his resentment to a low grumbling growl whenever Merry was nearby. He tolerated her as he tolerated the other minipets he was not permitted to eat.  

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Family affairs

The brief flicker of light from the curtains over the door subsided, and Nahm dropped a bag beside the table, folding himself down onto a cushion in a rustle of robes. "What've you got, babe?" he asked, curious, but made no effort to look just yet. She would show him, or tell him; if she was reading it in their room, she must feel no need for secrecy. Or, at least, not from them.

Beejoux

 

[Syrie]

Tame

They had warned her about Mr. Snappy, right from the start. Mr. Snappy didn't like much of anyone and treated most creeple as over-sized snacks needing a take-down (which the devourer foxfire could provide, if given the chance). And Merry, despite her lofty status with the twins, wasn't afforded any special consideration.

Ahm enjoyed watching the ghoul try to win Mr. Snappy over with spookies. Sitting cross-legged on his bed with a book, he observed the arc of the spookie from her hand to the beanbag before cutting his gaze to one side, to Nahm, before offering one little bit of advice: Best offer one to Maws too.

Not that the boafox would growl at her or bite the way Mr. Snappy would - but it was best to cover one's bases, and Maws was the only other creature that could curl up near the devourer foxfire without losing a limb.

That said something.

And it was a lot easier to make nice with Maws than Mr. Snappy.  

[Syrie]

Rest

Ahm never fully woke when Nahm whispered in his sleep anymore. Instead he would rouse only enough to slide from one bed and into the other, limbs tangling in familiar patterns and the warmth of his body and scent soothing the sibilant sounds to silence.

On the nights Merry slept over and the whispering began, he would often rouse only enough to reassure himself that all was well before drifting back into a deep, contented sleep, escorted by the ghoul's soft purring and secure in the knowledge that Nahm would settle soon enough.  

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Candy

A coffin-shaped box wrapped with a ribbon sat on the table, which had been cleared off, for once, and Nahm was busying himself with a bottle of something-or-other, humming low and amused as he waited for Merry to take up his holiday invitation.

Beejoux

Syrie

 

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Candy

Nahm set the bottle and glasses down on top of the minifridge so that he could properly greet Merry with an embrace and a kiss, a stroke of the bright wings bared by the cut of her dress. "Happy scarentine's," he drawled, once the formalities had been attended to. "Got something nice to share, didn't even eat your candy."

He grinned. "Ahm'll be back soonish. Make yourself at home, yeah?"  

[Syrie]

Candy

A quick text to Nahm and information was shared. He would be back to their dorm room shortly, but had to stop and do something first. Well, not had really. The intent behind the gesture was a lot less insistent and far more self-serving.

Though he was being nice, in doing it. Ahm's task was stopping by Foehn's dorm to drop a pair of very sharp scissors (a gift for his pet?) off before returning to his sanctuary - to Nahm and Merry.

The chimera's candy had survived only because they cared so much.

And because they'd put it out of Mr. Snappy's reach.