Must be his magnetic personality.

[feralfanatic]

Who: Disciple and Darkleer
Where: Darkleer's Hive
When: Current
Style: Action
Status: Closed (Except for Nepeta to stumble in on)

[Disciple was in a good mood, Things had been going well with Darkleer, and she had even gotten him outside his hive for an entire day. She thought she would check up on him and make sure he was holding up alright.]

[Part of her knew another curse would be incoming, it had been awhile since the last one. She had failed to noticed the strange glowing of her tattoo, seeing as hers was located on her left shoulder-blade, and was felt reasonably safe.]

[The path to his hive was becoming ingrained into her, with as much as she was traveling it these days. Within minutes she was at the familiar doorstep, knocking.]

Comments

[aim_exorable]

I suppose one could make the joke that I am already stuck to him.

[Ha ha, he... made a funny? He doesn't know, just like he doesn't know Nepeta is in his hive. his life is so hard.]

That sounds good. Are you sure you can manage with one hand?

[bestestfurrend]

[The furocious purrbeast slinks around corners and picks up the scent of her prey! And such familiar prey it is! She keys herself up for a gigantic tacklehug to her adopted parental-figures, rounds a final corner and...

Her mouth drops open.]

Oh my paws!! [The excited cry of the rabid shipper rings out!]

[feralfanatic]

[She caught the familiar scent too late. Just as she realized they were being hunted, Nepeta spoke.]

[Disciple freezes, her surprised look flashing first to Darkleer, then to the hallway behind him where the voice came from.]

[She did not mind her daughter seeing them like this, but she knew how Darkleer felt about it, and... this was not good.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh no.]

[Darkleer stiffens up for a moment before his shoulders slump in defeat. The look on his face is one of pure exhaustion, and his ears droop sadly.]

Nepeta. Nepeta no. This is not what it looks like.

[bestestfurrend]

[Ah hah, if those aren't the guilty expressions of two people caught in the very act of papshooshing, well, then Nepeta doesn't know what else they could be!]

Heehee, oh, no, of course it's not, I'm furry furry sure! ...don't look so sad, though, Dadleer, I can leave to give you some privacy if you need me to!

[feralfanatic]

[Oh my, the timing of her daughter. She needed to try and salvage the situation for the sake of Darkleer's sanity.]

He is correct, it was entirely incidental. I had just stopped by to make sure he was doing well, and the curse triggered at the worst time. I was simply being playful; not conciliatory.

[Right?]

[aim_exorable]

She was making fun of me, in a way that many completely relationships engage in. There is no need for privacy.

[Sigh. Sigh! He just wanted to spend his day doing what he had done for the last few weeks, which was being a sad wreck in his room while watching over Summoner.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Disciple's explanation almost has her believing them for a moment...and then Darkleer points out that she'd been teasing him, and Nepeta is quite sure that he wouldn't have allowed that from just anyone!

Biggest wall update ever.]

Heehee, well, if you say so! I'll stay fur a while and the three of us can have lots of fun together.

[feralfanatic]

[She had to laugh inwardly at the situation. Getting ambushed halfway through the door, Nepeta certainly had a strong hunter's instinct. Second only to her shipper's instinct.]

Well, [She turns her gaze back to Darkleer.] what do you think, then?

[She had stopped herself from making a joke, as she did not figure it would help Darkleer's mood. Her two favorites were mentioning the proverbial cat was out of the bag, or saying they were caught olive-handed. She hides the smile that her thoughts were provoking, which also would not help his mood.]

[aim_exorable]

I think that Lysunder's neck is going to get show if I keep him in this position for much longer.

[No fun? A Zahhak? Don't be silly.]

[bestestfurrend]

Let's take him into your block and tuck him into bed and make him all comfy, then!

[Yep, don't mind the tiny greenblood as she shepherds both you adult trolls along.]

[feralfanatic]

Looks like the bed it is. We can make sure he is good and comfortable.

[She resumes the attempt to get Lysunder through the door. Oh my her daughter certainly was determined... and adorable. Always adorable.]

Alright, [Smirk.] ...give me his legs.

[Her playful mood was slowly returning, it seemed.]

[aim_exorable]

We were doing so until you interrupted!

[Seriously, gosh! Still, he tries to shift as well as he can with her hand on his face, aiming to give one leg to her free hand.]

[bestestfurrend]

I only came over to see how you were doing...

[Some of her enthusiasm fades and she wilts a bit as she follows them, being careful not to bump into either of them by mistake. She doesn't think Darkleer would be very happy with her if she got stuck to them too.]

[feralfanatic]

[Danger: Daughter's feelings hurt. Engaging Mamacat mode.]

She was just trying to help, Darkleer. I am the one who got stuck to your face, do not take it out on her.