His fur feels like a mix between downy feathers and long-haired housecat. The griffin leans into Cobalt's scritches greedily, eyes squinting in bliss as a deep, rumbling purr emanates from his throat again.]
He pets him with more confidence, then, working his fingers into the fluff at his cheeks, massaging his ears, kneading his way down to Griffin's shoulders and then back again. He's drawing on his experience with both owning cats and being one to do what he suspects will feel the best, paying attention to Griffin's body language to do more of whatever's getting the most positive response.
[ Eventually Shrike shows up, looking extremely harried, and carrying a large dish of spaghetti with an equally large heaping of meat sauce—it's mostly premade, but with spices and a good amount of basil muddled in it for good measure.
And also just like... a tiny amount of sleeping potion, stirred into the sauce. ]
[Okay, the griffin was loving the attention it was getting from Cobalt, but the second spaghetti entered the picture, he stood up and beelined for it like a pasta-seeking missile.
Without a word, he starts wolfing it down ravenously, as though he hadn't been fed all day (somehow). His pace doesn't slow until halfway through, when he starts getting... a bit drowsy........
Probably... because he was so full, right...............
[As they speak, the feathers start molting off his body. In fact, his shape just kind of crumbles into piles of downy white, revealing a long-haired, sleeping Griffin underneath.
Ah—thanks. I'll get it back to you soon, and—thanks for the emotional support, too.
[ she tucks the coat around Griffin's torso for modesty, and experimentally tries to see if she can lift him without disturbing him to get him back inside—it's cold, after all. ]
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time to really speed cook some spaghetti ]
If you don't mind... trying to keep him occupied, or something, then. This shouldn't take very long to cook, if I'm not doing anything fancy.
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[he salutes and heads out to the balcony]
[When he gets out there, he says to Griffin:]
You're right, I don't get to tell you what to do. Sorry about that.
Shrike's working on the spaghetti now. It'll be done in a minute.
[he sits down beside him]
Snacks first, and then you go look for him? How's that sound?
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...Very well.
[At the very least, he seems to approve of Cobalt's respect. He tilts his head a little as he considers the man further.]
Who are you. You're not one of mine.
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My name's Cobalt. I'm a friend of Shrike. I don't know if you consider me a friend, but I like you very much.
Who are those you consider yours, if I may ask?
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She's mine. The one who offers herself. The five-as-one. And the one with burnt hands.
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Just out of curiosity, what kind of things make you happy?
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To be without chains. To destroy what threatens me. To protect what is mine.
Power controls all things. And to have power is to own your own freedom.
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Wow, damn]
That's a good answer. I can't really argue with that.
[He's just going to sit here and be impressed for a beat or two, looking out at the scenery. (The third floor has nothing on this.)]
You look really cool, by the way. Would it be okay if I touched you?
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...Yes, you may.
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[he reaches out and gently strokes his hand down the back of Griffin's neck.]
Soft...
[quiet for a moment as he continues to pet, smoothing down the feathers on his head, scritching behind his ears, as if he were a cat.]
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His fur feels like a mix between downy feathers and long-haired housecat. The griffin leans into Cobalt's scritches greedily, eyes squinting in bliss as a deep, rumbling purr emanates from his throat again.]
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He pets him with more confidence, then, working his fingers into the fluff at his cheeks, massaging his ears, kneading his way down to Griffin's shoulders and then back again. He's drawing on his experience with both owning cats and being one to do what he suspects will feel the best, paying attention to Griffin's body language to do more of whatever's getting the most positive response.
This is awesome ✨]
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And also just like... a tiny amount of sleeping potion, stirred into the sauce. ]
Here we are... I hope this is good?
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Without a word, he starts wolfing it down ravenously, as though he hadn't been fed all day (somehow). His pace doesn't slow until halfway through, when he starts getting... a bit drowsy........
Probably... because he was so full, right...............
Zzzzz]
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...hopefully he can sleep the rest of it off. I'd best get him a blanket in case he turns back out here, though.
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Completely naked, of course.]
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[The nudity doesn't bother him, but he averts his eyes for the sake of Griffin's privacy, shucking his jacket and passing it to Shrike.]
Here, I'll leave this to you.
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[ she tucks the coat around Griffin's torso for modesty, and experimentally tries to see if she can lift him without disturbing him to get him back inside—it's cold, after all. ]
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well, anyway, she's going to tuck him into bed for the time being, and leaves him with a gentle kiss on the forehead. To Cobalt, when she reemerges: ]
...I think I need a bit of a nap, myself.
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[He gathers up his bag and starts heading for the door]
—Oh, before I go, do you want any more talking potions to hang onto?
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