genessia | [ action | closed ] I don’t mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya

"I got eyeballs in me head, that's scientifically impossible, Tannusen."

But he does pop those glasses on his own face after taking off Tannusen's.

For second.

Before jamming them back at Tannusen very, very quickly.

"Christ, that's feckin' awful, that is, mercy!" He scrubs his eyes for a moment, grumbling.

Well here's a fun thing; the pooka's laugh through Cassian's vocal chords.

"Yeah, I tried that once when you were asleep. Never again." Tannusen puts the big thick glasses back on, which is at least an improvement for these poor eyeballs.

"Don't know what caused this; I don't have any spells that move souls around. But at least it's interesting, isn't it?"

"Bet ye almost lost your dinner."

It wasn't really the same dynamic, normally at this point Cassian would be snuggling into Tannusen. But now that the size difference was the other way around...

He fixed his arms, and went to gently pull the other man nice and close.

"'Tis interestin' enough, I can't remember the last time I felt..."

... Well.

"This good. Warm, aye. Nice and warm, feel like I've got all of summer locked up in me."

"Yeah, this body is freezing," Tannusen, reminded thusly, was perfectly fine with being pulled in. Was he supposed to feel weird about cuddling into what was usually his own shoulder?

As someone who could remember several different lives in several different bodies, his perspective was perhaps a little skewed. Plus he had a preserved part of one of his old corpses stowed away in Velvet's basement. That pelt and skull were legit.

"No wonder you don't mind me hanging all over you, this is like hugging a space heater. A comfy, padded one."

"You're the most comfortable seat in the house, Tannusen." Nice and soft and warm and big. Plenty to just sink against and fall asleep on.

Add on top of that the warm rumble of his voice in his chest when one laid their head upon it and the security of being held and it was really no wonder Cassian never argued much when Tannusen cuddled with him, even by surprise.

Yeah, that was pretty nice, too. Tannusen was aware he had a nice voice, but experiencing it from the other side was still something else. He relaxed even further.

And this body was so damn tired. Probably the lack of oxygen saturation in the blood; he knew full well Cassian got plenty of sleep these days, often wrapped around Tannusen for at least half the duration.

"So you're comfy? In my skin?" A pause to let Cassian consider that, and then, "...Well, now you know the collar isn't a problem." Whelp. Forgot that existed for a bit there, didn't you Cass? At skin temperature and perfectly-sized, the smooth metal really was incredibly unobtrusive.

It honestly was, deeply soothing and relaxing. There was nothing about this that was even vaguely uncomfortable. From his feeling to his very scent, the tiger was very, very comfortable.

Plenty of sleep, so indeed it was related to that lack of oxygen. Frankly it was surprising the little man was as active as he normally was.

"Aye, quite comfy." No he hadn't considered- Oh! His eyes darted down, and he rested a hand on the collar quite suddenly. No he'd never even noticed it, to be honest. It was as if it wasn't even there, he'd become so used to the clerical collar on his own neck that it was all too easy to ignore this one.

"Ah... Well... Aye, I suppose you have me there."

There was that grin again, weird as hell that face. Tannusen reached up and hooked a finger under the metal loop and gave a little tug. No pinching, no bite, there were no corners to dig in anywhere.

"See? Perfect fit." Even with one of Cassian's usual fingers stuck in there.

You know, specifically.

It was weird as hell to see that look on his own face, he could hardly imagine his face could even assume that position. A gentle tug, barely there. Not at all akin to the tight, biting collar he'd recalled in his past.

Tannusen's fingers, or rather, his own fingers, fit perfectly under the metal. No discomfort.

... it honestly did do a lot to ease any sort of remaining uncertainty he had with the collar itself.

"... Ye really put a lot of thought into the craft of this thing." After all, even after he'd quickly tried it on himself, his own neck was much too scrawny in comparison to Tannusen's. The fit wouldn't be right.

"Of course," Tannusen rested the side of his head against Cassian's current shoulder again. It was weirder for him to be small enough to sit in someone's lap and do this, than it was to rest against his own mortal form. His hand just sort of dangled from where the finger stayed hooked in the collar.

He wondered, for a moment and a touch wistfully, what that might feel like if this was happening with them in their proper bodies.

Ah well. The pooka let go of the collar with the faintest sigh.

"I spent a few years in the scene, you know. And as for this thing in specific, it's all proper measurements and machining, that's all."

Cassian found it odd, pleasingly so however, to hold someone smaller than him this close. It seemed really that no matter what shape Tannusen happened to be in, they always snapped together just right.

No cemented dynamic.

They just fit. The sigh was noted, and quietly shuffled away to be examined later.

"Truly isn't at all uncomfortable." Still not something he'd wear personally, but Tannusen... well he knew now for a fact it could not nor ever would hurt him. That was all he needed to know.

"... Tannusen..." A thought had come to mind.

"... Tannusen I ain't gonna be able to run your club, luv." After all, he looked like Tannusen right now, Tannusen was who everyone listened to over there.

But he clearly was not Tannusen.

That earned a startled laugh out of the tiger, which still sounded weird coming out of Cassian's usual vocal cords. "Why not? They'd all assume I was just fucking with them -- that shit sounds hilarious to me."

Another thought occurred to him and his laugh turned into a painful wheeze, from trying to take in too much air again. Goddamnit--

"Just don't drink."

Wheeeeeze.

"Tannusen, I ain't holdin' a single conversation with that man upstairs. The one in the red? Aye. Not dealin' with him, I'll feckin' kill him first."

Or at least smack him around as best he can before he realizes Wade doesn't die.

"And that awful, cacklin' blind parrot will be there and I will kill him. Get me gun and shoot his smug birdy face off I will."

"Is that before or after he tries to sit in your lap?"

Help, Tannu can't breathe.

"TANNUSEN DON'T YE DARE LET THAT MITE RIDDEN CROW SIT ON ME!"

Holy hell that was loud! Tannusen clapped his hands over his ears and just wheezed for air.

Cassian that body has proper lungs you tit. And a voice that rarely has to be raised at all!

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Okay look, he usually has to work a lot harder to make that much noise! He's a bit surprised to hear all that sound himself, so he goes quiet pretty fast, eyes the size of dinner plates.

".... Ye know, it just occurs to me, I ain't ever heard ye yell."

Tannusen eeeaaases his hands off his ears, brushing thick white hair out of the way of a pointy tip as he does so.

Yep. Yep, Cassian's body is currently sporting elf ears.

"I don't normally need to." For so many reasons.

A look he'd never imagined he'd see on himself either. He had to touch them, and as he spoke he reached out to trace a tip.

"Get real loud awful fast now, don't it? Takes me a lot of air to get up to the usual volume..."

"Don't know how you do it in this body," another wheeze, "I can barely get enough to talk."

And he'd murder a whole fucking subdivision right now to be able to pull a full breath.

The ear tips were as real as they ever were on Tannusen's proper body, each ear a little differently shaped now even below the additions, to accommodate the pointiness.

"Don't know how you have the energy, either." Just existing seemed to drain this body so much faster than he was used to.

"A lot of concentration."

And anger. Anger really helped. If he got himself going, his bad mood alone could sustain him for quite a while.

He finds himself fascinated with the ears though, smoothing his thumb over the tips again and again.

"And focus."

They were very pointy! And maybe still just a little more sensitive than when they were round, going by the hint of color hitting Tannusen's currently even paler than usual skin.

Whelp.

"...You're really into the ear thing, aren't you?"

"Hm? Oh yes I suppose I am, it's interestin' to see 'em on me own head."

The tone was idle. Innocent.

... But it's Tannusen's goddamn face and Tannusen should know that smile anywhere.

Really? Really, apparently.

"I know that body's tells, you know." Jackass.

Cassian trolling, and Tannusen being cranky -- shit really has been swapped around!

"Aye, I'm aware." His thumb slid along the ridge of that ear again, gently and carefully.

"I'm just smilin', tisn't a thing wrong with smilin'."

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