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

[black_black_heart]

Who: Cassian Lynch and Tannusen
Where: Ye olde rectory.
When: BACKDATED to the bodyswap event on August 4th. l m a o
What: Shenanigans and tomfoolery.
Warnings: Nah.

Tannusen woke from a mid-morning nap on the couch, listening to the sound of... hopping? from the kitchen for a moment before he got to his feet and went investigating.

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[black_black_heart]

"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.

[feckinboomstick]

"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."

[black_black_heart]

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?"

[feckinboomstick]

"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.

[black_black_heart]

Really? Really, apparently. "I know that body's tells, you know." Jackass. Cassian trolling, and Tannusen being cranky -- shit really has been swapped around!

[feckinboomstick]

"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'."

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen let his eyes slip shut, tipping his head to one side a bit to sort of lean up into the touch. You know what? Hell with it. "So, about that libido." Welcome to a healthy body, Cass.

[feckinboomstick]

"Stuff it, Tannusen."

Lovingly mumbled as he leaned down to press a kiss to his temple.

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen huffed out a near-silent laugh and just relaxed, leaning his head against Cassian's shoulder. This should have been a lot weirder, but it wasn't really. "If we stay stuck like this, you are not stuffing that body into a priest costume. I'll lose a bet."

[feckinboomstick]

"Oh no a bet, heaven's above forbid ye lose one of those."

Give him a better reason or he's gonna try.

[black_black_heart]

The real reason is Tannusen's going to mock him forever for being afraid of t-shirts and jeans. The tiger just snorts, resting tiredly against him. "Well, it looks good on your usual body, but I'm not so sure about that one. I have some shirts that don't have anything written on them." It's closer to a compromise? Although... "But I'm definitely getting your measurements."

[feckinboomstick]

"I ain't wearin' any of that filth covered graphic tee-shirt crap ye got." He saw that Mountain Dew Me shirt. He judges you so, so hard for that, Tannusen.

It's either respectable clothes or nothing, and he knows for a fact he has absolutely nothing in his room that he'd be a lot more comfortable with.

"Me uniform fits just fine, goddamnit. Ye look right handsome in it." Or rather Cassian... looked handsome-

Look, just don't wear anything DUMB.

[black_black_heart]

Ah-ha. "See? Told you you're gorgeous."

That wasn't what Cassian had said or meant, and Tannusen knew it, but watch him not care a single bit!

[feckinboomstick]

"I didn't say me, I meant you, ye daft-"

Ooooooh no, you're not turning this around on him, sir. He huffs sharply.

"Ye don't gotta change a thing."

[black_black_heart]

That's damn near a flail, for Cass. The tiger loops his arms 'round Cassian's neck. "I'm in your skin, Cass; if I look handsome now that means you always do." You're trapped!

[feckinboomstick]

"Maybe ye wear it better."

Fight him.

[black_black_heart]

There's that weird grin again, flashing teeth that currently contain just a hint of the otherworldly. "Nonsense, and you know it. You can just see better right now, that's all."

[feckinboomstick]

"Nae, ye give that body such a charmin' grin. I told ye, ye could wear a burlap sack and still be perfect, and look at that I was right."

[black_black_heart]

"Charming, is it?" Did Cassian know his voice could do flirty? Because it apparently can. "And just what am I charming you into doing, hm?"

[feckinboomstick]

"Right now? Charmin' me into not dumpin' ye on the floor."

Don't you talk to him in that tone with that voice, it's weird.

[black_black_heart]

"Fair enough," Tannusen just relaxed where he was, arms loosely draped over what were usually his own shoulders. How fucking weird, this was. "I expect this is temporary, like other random weirdness that's happened here."

[feckinboomstick]

"I hope so. As nice as your body is, I enjoy it twice as much when I'm lookin' at it and holdin' it, not sittin' in it."

[black_black_heart]

That reminded him! "Shall we see what the stripes look like on you?" Why not, right? Sure, Tannusen could paint Cassian's face sometime -- and that sounded like a good bunk for any Elder-Form shenanigans they got up to -- but this would be the full effect with the black sclera and the hair streaks and all.

[feckinboomstick]

Oh!

Well... Well he saw no reason to say no, honestly. The idea was a fascinating one so-

"Aye, sure. I'll admit I'm a bit keen on seein' what I look like as a pooka."

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen's magic had nothing to do with his body, of course, except in the changing of it. The pooka still had his full glamour pool, and he certainly hadn't forgotten how to use it. The same exact markings he always had spread out across pale skin, and those eyes when he blinked had gone black and grey. Inky streaks leaked into that mane of white hair, everywhere the scalp was striped beneath it. The world changed as it always did, and even clothing did as usual; Cassian would find himself suddenly in that familiar white coat of Tannusen's, the too-black feathers at the neck and the impossibly fine chainmail lining the whole of it. Because of course, the chimerical armor had stayed with the body even if its current inhabitant couldn't generally perceive it.