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@uberwulf
[[ If anyone would like to bother Dietrich (or have him bother them) let me know ]]
[ Caught that tense of muscles and clamped down on a warning growl that had wanted to start. Easier since he was human-shaped still. ]
Is reality. What are current threats, mmm?
[ Knew she did have quite a few real ones, full of sharp angles and recursive worries as he knew her mind sometimes got. There were things that went bump in the dark and Devang was often the thing that bumped back. But at least if they were more concrete, well. He could help some of those. ]
[She didn't exactly grow out of being a punky, violent, anger driven idiot. Only got better at curbing the impulses that led to action.]
Envy remains top of the heap. They left artwork nearby.
And i'm having an emotional thing with Lark that I'm...tired of talking about.
[ She's gonna get a nuzzle. Because it seems like it's needed. ]
Going to move, then? Pick new territory? Or stay and fight?
[ He'd follow her regardless. ]
Know how emotional things go for you. Is fine. If could be talked about, am sure you fix already, ja? With talky people around.
All I know is do what is liked, or do what is best for Pack.
Excuse his dubious snort. "Mhm. Of course not. Silly of me. Must be... mm... getting older."
He did let out a soft snort at Charlie's vivid description. "Hah-- well, you have more excuse. Wolves not hibernating, I am just lazy and pampered."
He'd give a more careful pet along Charlie's spine, tail wagging. "We would miss, but they do also have boats." Planes, he knew, were probably more difficult for someone like Charlie to access. But the boats he'd been on seemed much easier to sneak around on still, or at least more open or experienced with the odd.
"Sleep not too bad, at least. Probably good for you to get rest, since rest of year you tend to go fast."
Blinking, Charlie realized -
Why hadn't he thought of a boat? It would take longer, probably, but...
"...Maybe I'll get a boat."
Probably a bit of a pipe dream, given everything else he was trying to do just then. But he'd make a note of it for later exploration. For next winter, maybe. If whatever new responsibilities he'd have by then wouldn't get in the way or otherwise keep him from expressing interest in leaving to begin with.
"Go fast?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I feel like I've gotten much slower. Hah."
"Shipping boats also usually too busy to notice much. Have hidden on many when needing to travel."
Since it was so tracked now and you couldn't exactly just paddle your own wooden longboat from land to land any more, the pack had found other alternatives, when they'd needed them.
"Maybe just fast in comparison to me. These days... well. Not needing to go hunting much. Easy to curl up on rug like pet hound." Huffed a sigh, but it wasn't like he disliked it. Once upon a time it would have been too stifling, but for now, he supposed he'd earned a bit of rest.
And things could always change again.
[ He'd squeeze her hand back. ]
Ja. Feeling, mmm-- vulnerable?
[ Hazarded a guess. He was still figuring out what was behind the more erratic or paranoia driven things she did at times, but he could figure a few things a grabbable and sensitive appendage might contribute to. ]
[Her nose scrunched up and she had an impulse to lash out. Puttered out quickly.] Always. [Stink faced remained. Never had been more vocal in her life. Not sure if that was from trying or inability to keep it all pack in anymore.]
[ Caught that tense of muscles and clamped down on a warning growl that had wanted to start. Easier since he was human-shaped still. ]
Is reality. What are current threats, mmm?
[ Knew she did have quite a few real ones, full of sharp angles and recursive worries as he knew her mind sometimes got. There were things that went bump in the dark and Devang was often the thing that bumped back. But at least if they were more concrete, well. He could help some of those. ]
@disasterghaster
Mm, but I know it's there.
If I dock it, then no one can like it. [Slipped out of the more deranged pockets of her brain. Not in the hot-topic I'm so crazy and quirky way. But the same part that sometimes saw loose bullets and ate them.]
[ Gonna get the old man concern look and reach for one of her hands. Giving her the space to withdraw or ignore it if she's having a no-touching kind of episode. ]
Not very fair to ask what I like then say will get rid of it, Skara. You never mention issue with tail before.
[Sort of in the hedges around a full blown episode so he got her to take a deep if hitched breath and ground a bit.]
Sorry. Nothing wrong with my tail. Per say. Just...ya know. [Her. Gave his hand a light squeeze.]
[ He'd squeeze her hand back. ]
Ja. Feeling, mmm-- vulnerable?
[ Hazarded a guess. He was still figuring out what was behind the more erratic or paranoia driven things she did at times, but he could figure a few things a grabbable and sensitive appendage might contribute to. ]
@disasterghaster
Mm, but I know it's there.
If I dock it, then no one can like it. [Slipped out of the more deranged pockets of her brain. Not in the hot-topic I'm so crazy and quirky way. But the same part that sometimes saw loose bullets and ate them.]
[ Gonna get the old man concern look and reach for one of her hands. Giving her the space to withdraw or ignore it if she's having a no-touching kind of episode. ]
Not very fair to ask what I like then say will get rid of it, Skara. You never mention issue with tail before.
@disasterghaster
Mm, but I know it's there.
Ja, becomes like-- mmm, feedback loop? Just keep doing more and more.
[ Unfortunate that she was one of the beings capable of smacking them with a rolled up newspaper, metaphorical or literal. ]
Wow, really? Never would guess.
[ He is so very dry about that. Good plans? He didn't know them, and neither did Dev. ]
Danke. Kitten getting hurt always makes heart hurt. Not even have charity to make donation to for you.
[She only mustered up the bare minimum of offense and gave him a light smack on the arm.] Far as plans go, saying I'm going to fuck shit up has been pretty reliable. Not including the worst of my flounders.
[The 'k' word got a pursed mouth and a light glare, but she'd been...slowly warming up. Between certain people using it lately. Just wouldn't fly in other parts of her life.]
There's paperwork about. If it becomes relevant by some fucked up miracle.
[ He could accept that smack. His tail was still brushing back and forth over the tiles. ]
Mm. Most who are hearing of you usually know they are accepting risk when you turn up to fuck things up for them.
[ He let out a little snuff of a laugh at the look-- he was sparing with the endearment, but let his muzzle fall open in a lupine grin. ]
Hopefully not. Organising donation much hassle.
[ Her hair was up next for his attention, lathering and rinsing, careful with his claws not to scratch too hard against her scalp as he worked. It was a soothing kind of repetitive motion, the sociability of it pleasing the pack-oriented part of him. ]
Next time you do silly fuck up though, will call PETA and they can take sad, manipulative photos to play with that one song from ad.
[ He could indeed manage to keep things going, taking up cloth and various bathing products to see to her hair, and then her body, slow and gentle as he went. ]
Hm. Well. Sins good to deal with... never right idea to leave to own plots for too long.
[ He did pause a minute, eyebrows up at the 'knocking up' bit. Hummed his surprise. ]
Mm. Is good you were there to help, but... perhaps not smoothest execution. But, ah, is what it is.
Glad it is not worse.
[ He'd lean in to brush a little against her cheek. ]
Try not get more holes in body, hm? Not needing more holes to go faster.
They get uppity if you let them fester and bark too much. [She agreed about the Sins. And most Big Bads, really. She never gave any around her much of a moment's peace if they started getting too sure of themselves.]
I, um, more of a...Hm. I don't know. Never go in with much of a concrete plan. Never seems to work if there's a plan before hand.
[Sobered when he came in gentle and soft on her.]
I'll...try. [Best she could do. Given who she was and how she got things done far too often.]
Ja, becomes like-- mmm, feedback loop? Just keep doing more and more.
[ Unfortunate that she was one of the beings capable of smacking them with a rolled up newspaper, metaphorical or literal. ]
Wow, really? Never would guess.
[ He is so very dry about that. Good plans? He didn't know them, and neither did Dev. ]
Danke. Kitten getting hurt always makes heart hurt. Not even have charity to make donation to for you.
Still a weird little snack for him, and he'd appreciate it anyway.
"I not mind even if I am just bed. Or blanket." Get cuddled, Charlie. Dietrich wasn't letting you get away that easily. He'd drag the dragon-morph against him, draping his warm limbs over, just a little obnoxious.
He was, at least, usually quite chill, overall. "Ja, has been a quiet season. Hibernated mostly. Is nice to be around people again, though, I think." When you were effectively immortal, well. Sometimes the months just didn't feel as long. "Get up to any mischief?"
Letting out a little bit of a grunt, he allowed himself to be pulled into that nest of fur and fuzz. Mm. Warm. No complaints to be given.
"Mischief? Me? Never."
Far as he figured, things had been... mostly quiet. Save for his fight with Roka, but... That was still a tentative situation. Tentatively on the mend? He was working on it.
"Mostly sleeping, like you. The older I get, the worse winter seems to grab me by the throat and forcibly stuff me into a bed." He sighed.
"I could migrate like my brother, but flying that far over the ocean while blind isn't exactly the safest thing to do. So sleeping is preferable, I guess."
Excuse his dubious snort. "Mhm. Of course not. Silly of me. Must be... mm... getting older."
He did let out a soft snort at Charlie's vivid description. "Hah-- well, you have more excuse. Wolves not hibernating, I am just lazy and pampered."
He'd give a more careful pet along Charlie's spine, tail wagging. "We would miss, but they do also have boats." Planes, he knew, were probably more difficult for someone like Charlie to access. But the boats he'd been on seemed much easier to sneak around on still, or at least more open or experienced with the odd.
"Sleep not too bad, at least. Probably good for you to get rest, since rest of year you tend to go fast."
[ When wasn't he one, these days? ]
Mhm. Following whims as needed.
[ He'd be careful lifting her back up, making sure to be aware of her knee as he placed her down into the bath, groaning quietly as he folded himself down to kneel beside it. He was also old. But it was fine. He'd let her soak a bit, enjoy the heat, cupping handfuls of water up to pour through her hair, tilted to avoid it going over her face. ]
What was fight over?
[Gave up a little brain power for the moment. Trusting Diet enough that he'd keep things figured out and managed in the short term. Might even allow herself a small rumble-chest purr. Pliable and calm.
Blinked eyes back open to the question.]
Eugh. Lark. Erm. Currently catman. [Diet might remember better with that descriptor.] Was tied up with Envy. Envy was...doin' some shit I couldn't stand by for to Lark. Result of which included knocking up Lark. And I got...you know...Me about it all. Last head-butting and dick measuring got my leg shot with a gun.
[ He could indeed manage to keep things going, taking up cloth and various bathing products to see to her hair, and then her body, slow and gentle as he went. ]
Hm. Well. Sins good to deal with... never right idea to leave to own plots for too long.
[ He did pause a minute, eyebrows up at the 'knocking up' bit. Hummed his surprise. ]
Mm. Is good you were there to help, but... perhaps not smoothest execution. But, ah, is what it is.
Glad it is not worse.
[ He'd lean in to brush a little against her cheek. ]
Try not get more holes in body, hm? Not needing more holes to go faster.
The foliage would get an interested sniff from him, though if it was anything edible it was probably going in his mouth. He's in one of those kinds of moods.
His fur was still thick with the winter undercoat, so easy for those claws to grip into without risking his (if still somewhat thicker than usual) belly.
"Ahhh, I see. You are just looking for soft heated bed, hm?" He knew he produced body heat well and truly in excess of what he needed. Always warm to the touch, which was less of a blessing in summer, but for now was still mostly welcome.
Most of it was just floral buds. Didn't really taste like anything. But it was... plant matter anyway. Wouldn't hurt him.
"Not just a heated bed. What do I look like, some kind of moocher?"
From his perch atop, Charlie eventually hopped down and off, preferring instead to flatten himself on the floor next to the other. Not fuzzy at all. Much more smooth and scaly. Flat. Like a pancake.
"I missed you too." Dietrich was always much more stable. A nice, comforting presence. Made him feel a lot less crazy, sometimes.
Still a weird little snack for him, and he'd appreciate it anyway.
"I not mind even if I am just bed. Or blanket." Get cuddled, Charlie. Dietrich wasn't letting you get away that easily. He'd drag the dragon-morph against him, draping his warm limbs over, just a little obnoxious.
He was, at least, usually quite chill, overall. "Ja, has been a quiet season. Hibernated mostly. Is nice to be around people again, though, I think." When you were effectively immortal, well. Sometimes the months just didn't feel as long. "Get up to any mischief?"
"Nooo... Is, mrm, global weathering. Still time for old men to be napping." Especially old men being used as a bed.
Snuffed out some warm air at Charlie and reached one of his big ol' paw-hands up to affectionately-- if roughly-- pet through that ginger hair and his big scaly ears.
He yawned in turn, a full body thing, and Charlie was probably lucky not to see the way his jaw unhinged and tongue stuck out during it, before he collapsed back down in a huff.
"Cruel little predator," he dubbed Charlie.
The paw smothering itself against his head and ears definitely made a bit of a mess of it - but he had no real complaints, save for a small shake of his head once it was free of that petting. And Dietrich might get a few leaves or flower petals stuck in his fur for his efforts.
He clung a bit as the other yawned too, keeping himself rooted with a light hold of his claws before Dietrich settled again.
"Very cruel," he replied. "The meanest." But it was said with another little chuckle.
"Too mean to have a nap with you though?" The thought getting more enticing the longer he warmed into that fur.
The foliage would get an interested sniff from him, though if it was anything edible it was probably going in his mouth. He's in one of those kinds of moods.
His fur was still thick with the winter undercoat, so easy for those claws to grip into without risking his (if still somewhat thicker than usual) belly.
"Ahhh, I see. You are just looking for soft heated bed, hm?" He knew he produced body heat well and truly in excess of what he needed. Always warm to the touch, which was less of a blessing in summer, but for now was still mostly welcome.
Dietrich was quite a large wolf, larger as he was in his mid-shift form, draped on the floor in a sunbeam like a cat. Having an indulgent start to Spring while it was still a little chilly and damp outside.
So long as Charlie didn't overshoot height-wise, he'd easily land on the werewolf. Who would, of course, make a very undignified noise from the unexpected awakening and the air being driven out of him from the chimera's sudden weight.
"Why...?" came his pitiful wheeze shortly after. More of a plea to his gods and the universe at large than anything.
The hybrid gave a laugh, burying himself into that fur soon after once he was happily perched atop the other.
"It's spring. No more hibernating for the both of us," he reminded, as though Diet needed a reminder. "You have to wake up now and exist in the world again, old man."
Though even as he said it, he was yawning, resting his head there. Mm. Like a really large fluffy bean bag.
"Nooo... Is, mrm, global weathering. Still time for old men to be napping." Especially old men being used as a bed.
Snuffed out some warm air at Charlie and reached one of his big ol' paw-hands up to affectionately-- if roughly-- pet through that ginger hair and his big scaly ears.
He yawned in turn, a full body thing, and Charlie was probably lucky not to see the way his jaw unhinged and tongue stuck out during it, before he collapsed back down in a huff.
"Cruel little predator," he dubbed Charlie.
@uberwulf
He is being ever so sneaky, recognizing the scent of an old wolf when he smells it, whether or not he can see the other anymore. His tail whips a bit behind him as he creeps like the predator he is, focus intense -
Until he coils his legs beneath him and pounces, hoping that Dietrich is large enough that even being blind can't keep Charlie from landing somewhere on him. Whatever form he's currently in. Not saying anything, but giving an eager little growl all the same.
Dietrich was quite a large wolf, larger as he was in his mid-shift form, draped on the floor in a sunbeam like a cat. Having an indulgent start to Spring while it was still a little chilly and damp outside.
So long as Charlie didn't overshoot height-wise, he'd easily land on the werewolf. Who would, of course, make a very undignified noise from the unexpected awakening and the air being driven out of him from the chimera's sudden weight.
"Why...?" came his pitiful wheeze shortly after. More of a plea to his gods and the universe at large than anything.
Ahhh, yes. Need to be careful of that. [ He would drop his tail down, though it would still waggle back and forth. ] Only one of us needs to be bedraggled for now, Kätzchen.
[ In her space was one of his favourite places to be, and he took advantage of it when he could. Diet would let the little teeth between his canines delicately nibble and drag through the hair at her temple, another grooming gesture, before he'd place a hand on her thigh above the knee, carefully rubbing into the flesh. ]
Bipedal body bad for both those. Can give back massage after bath if you like.
For now we de-stink you and let heat sink in first, ja?
[A tail wagglin' fool, it seemed.
Smiled in wirily at the grooming nibble. Both a couple of creatures. Disarmed by now. The rub was nice. Worked loose some overworked muscles.]
Tub time then we'll figure out other things, yeah. [Agreed while looping arms around his shoulder in anticipation of being moved.]
[ When wasn't he one, these days? ]
Mhm. Following whims as needed.
[ He'd be careful lifting her back up, making sure to be aware of her knee as he placed her down into the bath, groaning quietly as he folded himself down to kneel beside it. He was also old. But it was fine. He'd let her soak a bit, enjoy the heat, cupping handfuls of water up to pour through her hair, tilted to avoid it going over her face. ]
What was fight over?
[ He'd save that full phrase for later once she was more relaxed. But just a little teasing was always fun.
Dietrich did try and make it efficient, even as he yanked her about. Short-lived indignity. But he'd huff at her suggestion and lean down to turn off the taps. ]
Ja, ja, I am watching, fuss-cat. Will not flood house.
[ He'd stand back up and shift to place his hands either side of her on the counter, standing between her legs, bunting against the side of her face. ]
Full of aches and pains? Anywhere I need more care?
I was saying you'd paddle the water out the tub with your tail goin' like that. [She shook her head, but was glad the tub didn't overflow. Annnd then he was in her space. Really, really, in it. Couldn't stop the shiver that passed through her before the bunt. Rubbed her cheek back into his before answering.]
Mind the knee. It got fuckled in a fight recently. Rest of me is alright. Aside from, ya know, my back doin' back things...
Ahhh, yes. Need to be careful of that. [ He would drop his tail down, though it would still waggle back and forth. ] Only one of us needs to be bedraggled for now, Kätzchen.
[ In her space was one of his favourite places to be, and he took advantage of it when he could. Diet would let the little teeth between his canines delicately nibble and drag through the hair at her temple, another grooming gesture, before he'd place a hand on her thigh above the knee, carefully rubbing into the flesh. ]
Bipedal body bad for both those. Can give back massage after bath if you like.
For now we de-stink you and let heat sink in first, ja?