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[black_black_heart]

Who: Cassian Lynch and Tannusen
What: Tiger shenanigans, now with 100% more tiger!
Where: The rectory sub-arch.

Tannusen hadn't warned Cass that he was going to do it, he just picked a flat and clear space in the subarchway and fucking did it, setting up an above-ground pool with a ramp in and out of it, and then filling it with a combination of a hose, a lot of time, and a good deal of primal magic. By the time it was full, there was still several huge chunks of ice floating in there like miniature glaciers.

That was fine. Tannusen went in search of his fiance. Was he in the house? Let's find out. Tannusen stuck his head inside and called out, "Caaaa~aaass~ are you in here?"

He really needed to sneak air conditioning into this place somehow... the damn priest insisted on wearing throat-to-toe black clothing, was it any wonder he halfway died in the heat?

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[feckinboomstick]

"Mate, I don't think I'd be sorry if I ate Ted.

... Me stomach might, but I'd have nary a regret."

[black_black_heart]

"He wouldn't stay dead and then you'd have to remember putting your mouth on him," Tannusen countered, "and we don't have any good therapists around that I've heard of."

[feckinboomstick]

"I hear shootin' trees is great therapy." But hey, he can't really argue against the fact that Ted avoids him now all the time anyway.

He doesn't have much against the man if he just stayed the hell away from him.

"I won't eat the great feckin' idiot, but that's all I'll promise."

[black_black_heart]

"...We could scare him real good though."

[feckinboomstick]

The smile that appears is quite damn near devilish.

"Aye.

That we could.

To be true though, that wouldn't be terribly Christian of us."

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen grins right back.

"Good thing I'm not one, then."

TERRIBLE INFLUENCE IS GO.

[feckinboomstick]

"That's right, ye aren't! Why, almost forgot about that, I s'pose the rules don't apply to ye, now do they?"

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen chuckles at that, and it's a nice deep one starting down in his chest.

"I'm Dakshin Rai reincarnated and you're my priest. People who don't respect tigers get eaten -- he's getting off the hook easy if he only gets scared."

[feckinboomstick]

There's a chuckle, and he cards his hand through Tannusen's hair, gently working out a few knots that have managed to appear while in the water.

"Someday, we'll take to the town like cats. I promise."

[black_black_heart]

"Good. For now, it was fun just running around in the sub-arch," Tannusen loops his other arm around Cass' shoulders too, linking his hands. This is pretty damn comfortable for all that they're on a stone ledge in a pool in full clothes! "And yes, the forest's going to be a thing in cat form. We might want to put all the pokemon in the house for that, just in case."

Hunting instinct was a big one.

[feckinboomstick]

"What, even the ghosts? They're already dead."

Well, he thinks. They are ghost pokemon, he can only assume they're dead.

"I'll lock Tuna in the greenhouse, but he ain't particularly want to wander." The seal doesn't have any legs after all, he's very inelegant.

[black_black_heart]

"The ghosts are probably safe as long as they don't zip around like prey, they don't smell like food."

But, you know, anything that moved in an interesting way might get jumped for the same reason the housecats would leap at the laser pointer.

"I suppose the Stantler and Tek would be fine in the greenhouse as well. They're both a bit big and clumsy for the house."

[feckinboomstick]

"Least they can become invisible and pass through the walls." That might end in a few flat cat faces, but hey! The pokemon would be okay. It's not like Cassian hasn't taken an arrow to his dignity before.

"Right, next time we'll do a round up, anythin' that can't play with a tiger goes in the greenhouse."