DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[vecna]

[He’s already inside by the time she catches up with him, and he’s set the two mushrooms down — they’re following him into what might pass as an area to properly heat some water for tea.]

I can’t make tea for you if you murder me—

[velluminous]

[ you mean the kitchen??? ]

You are lich. You come back.

[vecna]

[Don't they live in a shoebox, tho. Kitchen is too generous; maybe a corner for a kitchenette. I DON'T KNOW JAY]

Are you sure you want to test that?

[velluminous]

[ she calls it the kitchen :sadcat: ]

... Chai. Brew it double-strength.

[ as she sets the mushroom down and again pats its little bottom to urge it to its kin. she looks soaked; the powdery snow coating already melted ]

[vecna]

[The mushroom goes to join its siblings, yawning. Seems like their activities outdoors have made it sleepy.]

...I think we need to dry you off first. Come here.

[And he will grab a towel amid their mess.]

[velluminous]

[ she snaps her fingers, and just like that—bone dry. ]

First time I am hearing those words.

[vecna]

[Her and her magic... Well, he tosses the towel at her, anyway.]

Just trying to take care of you. Can tieflings even catch colds?

[velluminous]

[ hits her face. flops onto the floor. she's doing this pose. ]

Of course we can be getting sick. Why would we not?

[vecna]

[help,

He’ll just return to tea duties, then.]

It was a joke. Though I do sometimes wonder if there are other differences between a human and a tiefling that I still don’t know about.

[velluminous]

[ and, after a moment, she steps over the towel and creeps up next to him. peering. ]

What are you imagining?

[vecna]

[Peering at him diligently boiling a kettle? By now, it’s an easy and rote task for Henry to undertake… and his tea is demonstrably better than his coffee, too.]

Oh, nothing in particular. Just if there are still any little tiefling secrets you’re holding out on me. [“Tiefling secrets.” Clearly this is not a serious wonder. Especially with the following tease.] Though… physically, you can’t possibly be hiding anything I haven’t already seen.

[From a mushroom across the room: eww.]

[velluminous]

[ don't say that in front of THE CHILD!!! ]

Oh, so very sure of himself, Mister Creel.

[vecna]

[this is the man who had them deliver pornographic drawings to her]

Well, you’re free to prove me wrong anytime you like.

[velluminous]

Why don't you look after my massage?

[ there is, still, the need to compensate for being unable to be intimate in public, for hating his gift.

his gift—still so close to her reach. and all that that means... ]

[vecna]

[That deck is going to be a hazardous item for them, considering how easily they're both tempted.

But.

For now, this is a fine enough apology. Promise of spending time with her, as always, supercedes all. He's probably forgotten about his rejected attempts at intimacy, long swept away by an outdoor snowball fight.]

Hm. I think I will. [He knows his mushroom sons, anyway. They'll be asleep soon after so much activity. One is already yawning, settling down onto the floor.] Hold onto that thought.

[As we gently timeskip to properly brewed tea, now scenting the air. Wherever Sprezzatura has found herself now, here approaches Henry with two mugs in tow. He offers her one.]

Just like you like it.

[velluminous]

[ she will hold onto it, with a guilty thrill. she has developed a love for being posed and examined and bared to the room.

once the tea is made, he will find her curled up on the loveseat, a blanket about her lap. she, too, looks more tired than she did before the snowballs flew, and now has one of the mushrooms beside her in the crook of her hip and thigh, fast asleep. ]

You are getting better at this.

[ as she reaches to take the mug. ]

[vecna]

[Oh… the mushroom. That’s both adorable and extremely paternal, but Henry has better sense than to say as much. Instead, he hands her the mug, freeing up his hand to cup his own with both and bring it to his lips.

Too hot. But a human-looking body is more tolerant of the heat, so it’s fine. He’ll let it cool for a little.]

Thanks. Soon I’ll be as adept in the kitchen as you.

[probably never]

[velluminous]

Mmh. You have other strengths.

[vecna]

Oh? Like my very talented hands?

[For foot rubs :) ]

[velluminous]

[ sticks a foot out from beneath the blanket. ]

[vecna]

[He thought so.

Henry takes a seat next to her, gingerly. The little mushroom still murmurs in his sleep as he settles down, then sets his mug aside for now.

He takes her foot in both hands and begins to massage gently. His thumbs working small circles along the top of her foot to acclimate her to the touch.]

Seems like our snowball fight wore everyone out.

[velluminous]

[ it's her sides which are ticklish and not her feet, which are clawed and thick-skinned. she wiggles her toes at him. ]

More excitement than we are usually having.

[vecna]

[Once upon a time, he had semi-clawed toes, too. Hers are more suited to her sharp-edged everything, he thinks.

Eventually, he works towards those toes.]

That's true. Maybe we should have more outings together in general.

[As a weird psychic-tiefling-mushroom family.]

[velluminous]

[ wiggle wiggle. she sips her tea, gazes sidelong at the slumbering mushroom. she doesn't know where the others have gone. ]

I suppose it is due time I reenter society...

[vecna]

[They could be playing elsewhere. Maybe napping, too. Maybe looking for a card deck they shouldn't be touching. The possibilities are endless.]

With me at your side.

[Proudly, because he'd love to be the one seen arm-in-arm with her, should she begin to make her presence known in everyday social circles.

But, a pause. He realizes that might sound like he's saying it'll be easy simply because he's there, as though she couldn't manage on her own, and he knows her pride would balk at it. So, an addendum:]

The places you like to visit... I want to see them, too.