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New apartment huh? The answer came. Eventually. He had been caught up with that sale going on after all-

Will arrive at noon

And so.... he did. There was no reason not to visit Tannusen, and hearing that the fae had finally found his own place here was rather nice.

In short order, at noon exactly, there was a rap on the door.

"Ye do somethin' to scare me, I'll knock yer head in, Tannusen."

Well, in that Tannusen was no longer technically homeless living on someone's couch, that was true. But he was still living with the tree, lest said tree get too sad on his own.

The blond opened the door and stepped out of the way to let Cassian in. "What would I possibly do to do that? Damn, what a missed opportunity..."

That reply text had surprised him, but that in itself wasn't a surprise. And Cassian's punctuality wasn't a surprise at all.

"You're the master mind here, you tell me." For all the appearances of his usually humorless self, there was a not of joking in his tone, and he walked in quickly, bringing with him a small tote.

"... Aye, tis a nice place ye've hunted down, haven't ye?"

Tannusen shut the door behind him. "It was actually a joke I made, and then Trahearne took me up on it, and now we're renting a damn penthouse. The little cats are pleased, at least."

Right on cue, one of said 'little cats' ran up to see the priest, the other walking up much slower. They'd had time to get used to at least half of Cassian before, after all, when he'd been stuck at the old apartment for several days.

Even if it was just half, he had a full memory of the cats, and he did, in fact, stoop to try and brush his fingers over one of them. Whichever would allow it.

"Tis a great deal of room for ye here, ye ain't gonna complain about a penthouse suite, are ye?"

"Me? Complain? Never."

Both little cats were hoes for attention, the slower one trotting to catch up as soon as he saw the other getting pets. Him, too! Tannusen watched this with some amusement, not having seen any earlier interactions. He'd been busy avoiding that half, after all.

"Want some tea? I put some oolong on a little bit ago," the blond moved on into the apartment proper, so that Cass wouldn't be stuck by the door. He went for the kitchen, which was... big. Of course it was. And yet Trahearne had to have cans of cold ravioli confiscated right out of his hands on any given day.

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Well that meant he had to deploy both hands for this, scratching at little heads and tail ends here. Kitties!

"No nae not ever, yer a right sufferin' saint, ye are." He finally stood once he'd had his fill of kitties, taking his tote and moving further inside.

"Of course, of course. And look at this a right proper kitchen too. Made it big now."

This pleased the kitties. Cookie, the extra friendly tortoiseshell, trotted along right after him. Brian, the big silver bengal, stayed flopped over on the floor, content for now... and also probably plotting something ridiculous. Most likely involving a box he couldn't quite fit into, but not for a lack of trying.

Cats.

Tannusen poured them both cups of steaming tea, and passed Cassian's over to him. "Yes, we're regular rock-stars now, with a big kitchen only I even vaguely use. At least it's easy to keep clean."

He just watched the other man for a moment, still a little dumbfounded by the situation. The whole situation, not just right now. It still simply refused to sink in properly. To him, Cassian was still so far out of his league it wasn't even funny. Tannusen took a drink of his tea to help cover his own shy silence.

"...Hey, I uh, have something for you," he finally said, and gestured over into the living room. "It's in the bag on the couch."

And indeed, there sat a black duffel bag, right in the middle of the couch. The better to transport its contents safely and unseen, whether by motorcycle or by foot.

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What good kitties.

He took the offered cup, taking a small sip from it before answering. "Tis a lovely apartment, Tannusen. But then, I liked your tree's house as well." And being easy to keep clean was always a benefit.

Keep thinking that, Tannusen, but one of them here is a five foot five asthmatic and one of them is a tan blond motorcycle enthusiast.

"Aye? Do ye now?" He picked his head up and away from the tea to glance at the bag. So he did. "I've got a thing for ye as well." Not nearly as big as the duffle bag, he nudged the tote a bit, before going to hand it over.

"Do I get a hint to what it is?"

It was true, Cassian only came up to Tannusen's chin and that fact was honestly very slightly adorable. Was there supposed to be a down side to that?

The tiger blinked, and set his tea aside to take the tote and peer inside.

"A hint. Uh, it... barely could be shoved into the bag, and it's not a dick?" That was a good hint, right? Or maybe that was more of a disclaimer.

He gave a long look at the bag.

"... Tannusen, if that was a dick, I'd have to ask ye why it's in a bag and what on earth it came from." SHIT'S BIG, YO.

He goes to open it as Tannusen opens the offered tote.

IT IS... what appears to be a small box for a piece of jewelry, a plate of lumpy, but still distinctly tasty looking cookies wrapped in plastic, and a tightly wrapped scroll.

"Don't read that scroll. Tis filled with explodin' runes. Figured what with the antics ye get up to, ye'll need it one day."

Tannu pulled the scroll out gingerly and set it on the counter, then the cookies, and finally the curious box. "Honestly, I can't argue with that. It would have come in handy when we had to blow up the house in Toronto, I'm sure. Roande's bombs were pretty good, but a lot harder to sneak in past our wanna-be 'assassins'."

Of course, his eyebrows went up when he opened the little box. "...You like it so you're putting a ring on it?"

TANNU.

And Cassian pulled out... a tiger plushie! He looked genuinely surprised and... perplexed for a moment. He'd never, in his life, even as a child, gotten a stuffed animal before. His mother had made him a small, human shaped doll to play with as a little boy, and he'd loved the thing, but it had no face and was made of rough burlap and twine, filled with seeds and beans.

This was a lot... different. It took a second for it to sink in, and for a moment, his expression softened into a warm, awkward smile-

And there it goes. Gone. TANNU.

"It's a charm. Think of it like the ultimate set of bright and shiny keys when some dimwit wants to harass ye about fairies. Or God."

Ted.

"Temporarily wipes the mind, distracts and silences for a good few minutes."

"Huh, that's handy," and not just because it goes on the hand. Shut up, these bad jokes just happen naturally sometimes. He wasn't wearing his gloves, for once, being in his own apartment and all, so he started trying to figure out which finger it'd fit on. "I don't think I've had anyone harass me about god, probably the fact I'm not a priest helps. That, and everyone knows I run a gay bar."

So... probably not a conversation that'd get very far.

God though, the fairies bit about made up for it.

He'd seen that brief smile, though. And had relaxed minutely. Getting someone a six foot long anything was kind of a gamble. If they liked it, great! If they didn't, it was six feet of obnoxious. "That's the only white tiger plush I could find with stripes that didn't offend me."

Tannusen finally stepped into the living room, privately amused at how the fake tiger almost dwarfed the guy. As for why he'd gotten him a tiger plush to begin with...

"I know you don't like sleeping alone, and I can't always be there. So, now you've got that, too."

"I figured Ted would have at least tried to tell ye you're goin' to hell once. Little prick seems to enjoy remindin' me every now and again, lord knows I need the constant reiteration of that." Fucking TED. "But I know ye get the occasional pain in the arse stoppin' by to ask ye where your Tinkerbell wings are and why ye don't fit in a high ball glass, so I thought this would be helpful."

Everyone in this city is a moron.

"It's lovely, Tannusen." He'd become quite interested in it too, taking the plush to a seat to get a better look at it because... yeah it's a bit big for him to just haul around. Tail included, it was a few good inches bigger than he was.

There was a thoughtful pause as Tannusen recalled that little fiasco, the smile appearing once more.

"... Aye. I see. Thank ye, Tannusen."

"Mm, yes, every time I mention what I am, in fact. Do I have bug wings? Aren't fairies supposed to be tiny? Gosh, mister fairy, I've never cracked a book in my life -- what's 'banal' mean? As for Ted, he's usually far too busy running away."

That smile was certainly an encouragement against Tannusen's perpetual shyness. It was funny, he could be so incredibly bold with a total stranger, including with Cassian when they'd first met. But the more he liked someone... the more difficult it got! The difference was that it actually meant something. And meaning? Meaning was some scary shit. It meant vulnerability, and risk, and everything else Tannusen tried to avoid.

But he drew closer, and reached to brush a bit of the priest's hair back with his fingers before leaning down to attempt a kiss on Cassian's cheek.

"... How can a person be over the age of fifteen and not have heard the word banal before." Flat. Flaaaat as an iron. "Ye should eat him. Not pushin' or nuthin.

But ye should eat him."

Meanwhile... Cassian just seemed genuinely happy. It's not really a common look on his face, and for a moment it was almost enough to lessen the heavy lines under his eyes. Almost actually look like a real twenty six year old man for a moment.

The kiss was unexpected though, and he jumped, if only slightly, surprised as color bloomed across his face for a moment. No of course he wouldn't swat Tannusen away, but there was a quick, awkward wheeze as his brain attempted to get the rest of him to cooperate.

".... Thank ye."

Tannusen chuckled quietly at that reaction, or rather at the strength of it. The wheeze, not so much. The blush though, that was adorable. So was Cassian just... looking happy, to be honest. "What, for the kiss?"

His hand was already nearby from the earlier gesture, so Tannusen dared to set his palm against one blushing cheek. "I'd do that all the time if I could get away with it. It's almost like I like you, or something."

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Look, the wheeze just comes with the territory. At the very least, it's only once, and he regains his composure enough to not worry about that happening again.

"For... yes. That." He fusses with the plush next.

"And this."

And well...

"And everythin' else so far." The general good feeling really was all Tannusen's fault.

"Aye, almost like we're seein' each other or somethin'."

"Well, I'm very glad you like it," which part? All of it. Tannusen ghosts his thumb across Cassian's cheekbone. "For the record, I'm not taking the ring off anytime soon. Can I kiss you again?"

Probably not the cheek, if he's asking.

All of it, all of it was good. The gift, the kiss, the being here. It's good. He is... content.

Very content.

Ridiculous amounts of content.

There was a hesitation, but not due to having to actually ponder if he wanted it. He did.

"... Aye. Of course ye may."

Tannusen smiled at that, and leaned in again. This time he tipped his head to the side and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to Cassian's lips, his eyes falling closed.

Kissing was... still awkward, and honestly Cassian was still at a complete loss of what to do when it happened.

Again, it wasn't like he didn't want it!

He just didn't know how to do anything.

After a point, there was an awkward, but earnest attempt to return it.

The Fae didn't mind teaching by example, as it were. Tannu went ahead and climbed onto the couch beside him, not breaking away as he did so. The hand on Cassian's cheek dropped to his shoulder, and his other hand slid into place to cup the back of the other man's neck.

Tannusen's kissing itself was very patient, very leisurely. There was no rush, no pressure except of the literal variety. It took a while before he broke away from it, and even then only because he thought he might give into temptation to go too far if he didn't.

He offered Cassian a smile, still quite close. On his knees on the couch, he wasn't exactly just sitting next to him like any 'ol pal. "...I even like the way you taste."

For once, there was no awkward, sudden tensing, no pulling back or any sort of usual, nervous reaction. It all just.... happened. Happened on it's own, kind of like what he told Tannusen.

It may have taken a while, but it still only felt like a moment before it was broken, the smaller man looking a touch dazed-

Not that this stopped the instant response of:

"Potatoes and beer your thing, is it?"

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