The Onsen, Sunday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

After several days of increasingly less subtle hints from the squirrels (which given their general lack of subtly to begin with...), various checks of the calendar, and what was definitely not any kind of panic attack, Cara had made plans for the evening. Very good, not overly complex plans.

However she had failed to account for the fact the island hated her. Personally.

"Seriously?"

[For the girl!]

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[harpy_daughter]

That was one time!

Surreal just laughed, leaning in to let Cara steal that kiss, and gladly. Though was it really stealing, if she was willing?

[wrongkindofsith]

One time was generally enough for most people. Though they weren't most people.

Cara nipped gently at Surreal's lip before pulling back slightly. "We could always just stay in." Try and figure out the answer to the question her narrative had posed.




Naturally, this would be when she turned into a chipmunk.

[harpy_daughter]

...why was there no kissing going on? Then Surreal felt air against her skin where Cara had have been, and a knife appeared in her hand almost instantly as her eyes flew open. "Cara?!?"

There was no girlfriend. Surreal was not pleased.

[wrongkindofsith]

Technically there was still a girlfriend, she was just a lot shorter. And furrier. And chattering furiously down near Surreal's feet.

[harpy_daughter]

Surreal looked around for the source of the chatter. Then down, and--

"Sugar, please tell me this is a very bad practical joke."

[wrongkindofsith]

If it was, Cara wasn't the one pulling it.

Cara scampered up onto Surreal's foot, sounding very indignant indeed.

[harpy_daughter]

Surreal sighed and crouched down, putting out her hand so Cara!munk could climb on to it. "You know, there's easier ways of convincing me to stay for a few extra days."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara knew that, but all of those ways were decidedly unworkable now.

She curled up in Surreal's palm in a fuzzy sulk.

[harpy_daughter]

"I swear by the Darkness, if I end up teaching for you, I refuse to be held responsible for whatever trauma your students undergo," Surreal informed her, bringing her hand up to her shoulder. "You want to ride or be carried, sugar?"

Surreal knew how frustrating it was to lose agency, for any reason. At least she could give Cara choices while she was stuck being cute and fuzy.

[wrongkindofsith]

As far as Cara was concerned, they'd deserve it for the crime of having opposable thumbs while she didn't. Cara was sometimes a terrible person.

Cara hopped across to Surreal's shoulder and nestled into the crook of her neck. The way things were going tonight, they'd probably be attacked by something on the way back to her apartment, and Surreal'd need her hands free for stabbing.

[harpy_daughter]

If they were lucky they'd be attacked by something that needed stabbing. Surreal really really needed an outlet for her aggression right now.

Oh well, at least it wasn't raining flowers. That might be the only thing that would make poor Cara even grumpier.