openmisc | Daniel/Emery

Daniel laughs. "Good. We can go tomorrow." It's already getting too late to make a trek out to the workshop today and he, frankly, wants to keep Envy all to himself, away from the world, for a while longer.

"Any other changes I should know about?"

He does sort of wonder where Daniel was going when Emery ambushed him, but if it was urgent, they'd know already, right? "Emptied the stone, no more noisy echoes of human souls, put weird dream wood in instead. Those are the important parts."

Ice cream is sometimes urgent, but not this time. That can wait.

He runs his fingers through his hair. "That's all important, yes. You'll tell me if something else comes up?"

"I changed what I needed to change," Emery says firmly, and, a little at a time, leans a bit more of his weight into Daniel. "I'm something else and it got me off the stupid fucking boat. And yeah, I guess you were right, because I'm mostly the same after I switched out all the important pieces. Nothing else has to come up."

Daniel hesitantly, very hesitantly, puts an arm around his shoulders.

"Of course I was right," he says with just a hint of smugness. "I always knew you would be."

No leaning in. No leaning away. In choosing neither he makes a third choice, of course, but he hasn't quite figured that out yet. "well, it wasn't based on anything but wishful thinking. So you're boring and kind of weird." Belatedly, his head tips back, leaning gently against Daniel's arm.

He doesn't pull back, either, but just lets Envy do whatever it is that he wants to do with this new movement. He's had a lot of time to listen to his new modern friends who go around saying things like "homoromantic" and "asexual" and "life partners" and he suddenly has a word for what he had with other people, and what his other self and Emery had in the breach. It puts a lot of things in perspective.

"I'm not boring or weird!" he huffs, knowing full well that he is both of those things.

"You're - hateful." It's not his best insult, but it's probably lessened even more by the laugh that follows.

"I knew what I was talking about."

"Sure, but you're the one who wanted me around," Emery says, sticking to the point for the sheer joy of being obnoxious. "Everything else that happens is your fault." They stick out their tongue. Also just for fun.

Daniel meets immaturity with immaturity.

He reaches over to flick Envy's nose. "You could have gone anywhere. But you're here. You're better off being a talking cat."

No hesitation. Emery bites his finger. Very gently, but there are teeth. "I can be a talking cat anytime," they say, letting go after a second has passed and the point is made.

"Ow!" he complains, narrowing his eyes at him. He's not actually hurt and he doesn't actually care about the bite, but he does his best to look ferocious.

"Then be a cat. At least cats are soft and furry before they bite!"

And so now Envy is a cat. It's a slightly different process than it was, but aside from a few lapses in barge rules, Daniel hardly had a chance to see him shift anyway. He pads with delicate pomposity into Daniel's lap. "Meow." It's not even an attempt at imitating a cat, just Emery's voice (a little higher pitched) speaking dryly.

Daniel wraps his arms around the little cat and holds it close. "Meow," he repeats with a smile. "Are you going to bite me?"

"Of course I'm going to bite you." She says it acidly, but also in that slightly too small voice and with the unnatural movements of a cat's jaw, so no matter what it's going to come across as absurd. Far too heavy for the space occupied, the skinny little Emery-cat just sort of... sprawls on Daniel. There's no cat instinct to curl up or make biscuits. It's just a slightly more neutral way to occupy space.

"Will you bite me if I pet you?" he wonders, already toying with the edges of her fur, the soft tufts at the tops of her ears. It's a difficult pull to ignore.

"That's not the reason I'm going to bite you." Which is probably as close as Emery is going to come to requesting pets.

He strokes his hand along the cat's fur. There's nothing he's wanted more than this.

"Oh? And why are you going to bite me?"

It lacks the warmth of a real cat, but otherwise the illusion is about right. Emery worked on it. "I'll think of a reason." Petting is easier to accept as a cat. He knows what to do with himself in a way they don't in the usual human shaped body. Cats just... Are petted.

Daniel laughs. "Just like a real cat," he remarks, calmed in a way that he hasn't been in a long time. Maybe since arriving. "Did you graduate yourself? I forgot to ask."

Emery shifts a little aimlessly. He's more aware of comfort in this body, rather than just the absence of pain. "No, they gave me a warden a little after I talked to you. He was... Fine. Didn't make me talk about my feelings or tell me what I couldn't do."

He can't help but giggle a little. "Do you want to talk about your feelings now?" he asks, fully aware of what the answer probably is. But if he's going to eventually get bitten, he might as well enjoy his teasing now.

Emery pretends to bite him immediately, but is a little leery of the teasing and tries to change the subject. "So what do you do all day, anyhow? You know what I was doing. That place is always the same."

He pulls his hand away quickly, but he's just as quick to return to petting.

"Well, it's Saturday, so I have no work. I was going to get ice cream when I found you. I do research for the University, so - at least my hours are rather consistent." He hums a bit. "I go to my workshop, as I said. I watch films. I go out with my friends. I have friends now. People who - don't know anything about my life before I came here, but friends all the same. Hazel was the only one who knew before you - you came here."

It's a human life. The kind he finally sort of understands, or at least can allow herself to parse what's worth envying and what doesn't matter. Ice cream doesn't sound bad. Some bits are boring. The interesting parts worth poking. The friends, the sister...

Emery really doesn't understand how to snuggle, not even as a cat. They sort of just put their front feet on Daniel's arm. "Not so bad, then."

"No, not so bad," he agrees, closing his eyes and enjoying the weight, strange as it is, and the soft fur beneath his fingers. "Hazel will want to meet you. She's heard all about you."

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