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[altusimperius]

tell him how pretty he is

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[sulahnan]

[ imitating mumbling, ] you're a toxic baby.

[altusimperius]

I could drop you.

[sulahnan]

I could kill you.

[altusimperius]

And then fall down the stairs anyway-- pick up your feet--!!

[sulahnan]

Pick up yours.

[altusimperius]

ATHESSA,

[sounds of light scuffling, likely as he tries to both catch his own balance and make sure she keeps hers.]

[wythersake]

[ they'll probably figure it out ]

[sulahnan]

WALNUT.

[ more scuffling ]

Don't you know how t'properly carry a body?

[altusimperius]

I've never had to!

[scuffle, then a pause as they catch their breath.]

...all right, one more.

[sulahnan]

One more what?

[altusimperius]

[defeatedly,] flight.

[sulahnan]

[ Uuuugh. ]

I need a nap. I'm gonna take a nap right here.

[altusimperius]

No--

no,

[sulahnan]

[ some incoherent whining about not being allowed to nap right here ]

Maybe I should carry you up the stairs.

[altusimperius]

[He's getting so frustrated that his voice cracks when he says:] Athessa PLEASE, COME ON.

[sulahnan]

Why are you being so meeeean to meeeee?

[ because it's totally mean to have someone try to make sure you sleep in your own bed instead of the hallway, right ]

back in prose because I'm mean

[altusimperius]

When they have finally, finally ascended the staircase and Benedict has wrestled Athessa to her room, he elbows the door open, picks his way through the various kittens winding against his legs, and deposits her on her bed.

He's worked up quite a sweat, and stands there looking at Athessa like he might just smother her with a pillow now that she's here.

"Sleep," he commands, pointing at her.

Re: back in prose because I'm mean

[sulahnan]

Athessa sprawls on the bed, and might've just passed out were it not for that command. She blinks at his pointing hand, then reaches to grab it. Not his finger, but his hand or wrist, whichever she can get a hold on to pull him onto the bed with her.

[altusimperius]

"No--"

If he weren't trying so hard to keep from treading on a cat, Benedict might actually manage to keep his footing; but he is, so he doesn't. He topples across Athessa, catching himself on the opposite side of the bed with his hips resting over her stomach.

Taking a moment to get his bearings, he looks crossly over his shoulder at her.
"I'm not sleeping here," he remarks.

[sulahnan]

"Here," is all she says, patting the mattress next to her. Of course he's not going to sleep here, draped across her like that. Though he will have to move Ser Percival off of the pillow if he expects to use it.

[altusimperius]

He moves off her and over to the spot indicated, situating himself such that he can hang out here and keep an eye on her until she goes to sleep.
One idle hand moves to pet Ser Percival, because it's physically impossible and also illegal to have a cat in one's reach and not pet them.

[sulahnan]

For a few seconds after he situates himself, she keeps patting the mattress. But then she stops and wriggles a bit to find that perfect, comfortable spot and mumbles some explanation of the cat situation, incoherently waving towards the floor at Clever Lunete and Myria (or whoever that one is).

"S'Percival," she says, booping the named kitten's nose and getting playfully swatted at in return.

[altusimperius]

"Go to sleep," Bene says again, pawing halfheartedly at Athessa's face as if to make her eyes close. Stop fooling around!!

[sulahnan]

Mistake! Athessa gets hold of Bene's arm again, this time to hug his arm as if it's a teddy bear, pressing his palm against her cheek with a contented Hmm.

[altusimperius]

"You're the worst," Bene whines, but nonetheless allows this, doing his very best not to smile.