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xp_logsAs she continues to learn to cook, Alani sits Sharon down for her opinion.
Alani's journey of cooking had been a long and tedious one, as the woman was more ready to question if something was outside of her abilities, she'd gotten better at presenting meals to people. Sharon, and her boys, made it pretty easy by having a list of dietary restrictions she could use to focus on specific dishes that were cleared. And what could go wrong with salmon, rice and veggies. Surely even she couldn't fuck that up.
That she'd also been helping meal prep for the boys' raw diet, was just for fun.
"Should I send you home with the rest of the salmon?" She asked Sharon, fingers light as she stroked her head, between her cute ears.
There was a brief, answering purr at the stroke. Sharon's pink tongue darted out to lick her whiskers, which would have been cuter had her hybrid form not sported thumb-sized incisors. "Or I eat right here," suggested the great cat.
Alani's smile was, unfortunately, that of person who thought the hybrid form was adorable, and if she cooed, that was between her and her gods. "Of course, you're welcome to it." For the phrasing was better than opening up some fae-like bargain of 'what's mine is yours'.
Then a thought popped back up, and she gave Sharon a very level look. "Sharon, darling, may I ask you something?"
Sharon, her eyes still on the salmon on the counter, flicked her tail. "All may ask. Answers shall be given to the worthy."
Unwilling to let her attention remain diverted, the older woman, simply took the opportunity to pause their conversation and get the fish for her precious dear. "I'd love to hear your opinions on the your fellow Generation X students."
The younger girl began to attack the salmon with an appetite Alani would probably call "robust" but normal people might more accurately classify as "terrifying." Mercifully, it was over soon.
"A culling is planned?" Sharon asked, licking the grease from her muzzle now that her attention was no longer otherwise engaged. "Several recommendations I would make. Red hair is overrepresented. This trait is found in less than seven percent of the population, but here there are many. Only two Oranges does my peer group require. Rictor and Shatterstar are not to be separated, and Kitten is not to be trusted without supervision. This is Logic." She paused. "Emily may be allowed to stay also, maybe."
"Not a culling," she was quick to clarify, brow raising as she gave the purple werecat an overall amused look. “They can’t help there have red hair, and they all require our help.” Did that our include Sharon as well? She left that up to interpretation.
“And your other recommendations?” This question was accompanied with a curiosity, finger tapping as she fought to not reach for her notes.
Sharon considered this as she licked at the back of one hand and began to swipe it across one cheek.
"The fast one must slow to a socially acceptable pace," she concluded. "To be present but move too quickly for perception, this is rude. A curfew should be imposed on singing also. Performance hours should be agreeable to all residents. Two 'theater kids' are now in attendance. The situation grows dire."
“Ah, Tommy,” Alani murmured with a nod before tackling the concept of the curfew. “Did we ever have your room sorted with sound dampening, so your senses weren’t bothered?” That they could all benefit from renewed sound insulation was something she’d have to bring up to Madin so a project could be started.
“Hmm, do think they could all benefit from focused Generation X time?” Which would recourse specialized focused mentors, but… well, Alani was sure she could get that rolling.
Sharon had rolled onto her side, where she began to paw languidly at her face. "A dangerous path. Many strong personalities are present. Chaotic results are possible. However, theory is sound. Bonding opportunities are created through shared hardship." Beneath her clawed fingers a single yellow eye cracked at Alani. "I am bored, also."
"Well, it could be a fun chaos," the mumbled thought trailed, before she brightened up at the admission. "Speaking of focused. How would you like to head outside and we can work on using our powers together. I need to work on using my chainsaw hands with someone whose reflexes I can rely on. A few more trees need some trimming, and I need to blow off some steam."
Sharon was not averse to manual labor as long as it was couched in very specific terms. At the mention of sanctioned destruction her eyes lit up. "Shredding is required? I am the best at shredding," she announced, flexing claws that laughed at the petty challenges of sisal.
"You are the best at shredding, this is true, and why I can only trust such an important task to you." Alani nodded along, quickly grabbing her sweater so they could make short work of mulching. "I've never asked, but do you have a preferred tree to claw? Any feel better than the others, or smell nicer?"
"You think to ask for preference? Alani is kind and wise." The cat rolled to her feet, tail thrashing. "Is a type of juniper, I think. Coniferous, with fibrous strips of bark that peels like skin. Injury provokes resin production." Sharon pressed her cheek to the side of Alani's thigh to give her an affectionate rub. "Is like a tree which bleeds."
That pulled a smile from her, amusement clear at the cat's bloodlust knowing no bounds, before she gently pet the top of Sharon's head. "Only for you, and we'll have to find some for the future if there isn't one in the forest. It's no good having monocultures." And having something to look forward to clawing would do her good. "Let me grab some wipes for your claws after? Or do you like the way sap tastes?"
"Wipes. Resin, this is the bane of fur." The purring increased as Sharon leaned into Alani's hand. She glanced up at the other woman, her look sly. "And this destruction, it shall be only you and me?" And not, her tone implied, you and me and Someone Else?
An understanding nod, though she had no fur to speak of. "Of course... uh? Oh." Alani laughed, doing nothing to stop herself, though she paused to hold Sharon's face in her hands and stroke the soft fur at her jaw. "Just us. No Namor, no Hope, no Sooraya. Just us letting loose."
The shapeshifter, accustomed to a world where attention was bequeathed rather than demanded, purred louder. This time there would be no competition. Content, she wound around Alani's legs, ending with a gentle curl of her tail around the woman's knees.
"Just us," said Sharon.
Alani's journey of cooking had been a long and tedious one, as the woman was more ready to question if something was outside of her abilities, she'd gotten better at presenting meals to people. Sharon, and her boys, made it pretty easy by having a list of dietary restrictions she could use to focus on specific dishes that were cleared. And what could go wrong with salmon, rice and veggies. Surely even she couldn't fuck that up.
That she'd also been helping meal prep for the boys' raw diet, was just for fun.
"Should I send you home with the rest of the salmon?" She asked Sharon, fingers light as she stroked her head, between her cute ears.
There was a brief, answering purr at the stroke. Sharon's pink tongue darted out to lick her whiskers, which would have been cuter had her hybrid form not sported thumb-sized incisors. "Or I eat right here," suggested the great cat.
Alani's smile was, unfortunately, that of person who thought the hybrid form was adorable, and if she cooed, that was between her and her gods. "Of course, you're welcome to it." For the phrasing was better than opening up some fae-like bargain of 'what's mine is yours'.
Then a thought popped back up, and she gave Sharon a very level look. "Sharon, darling, may I ask you something?"
Sharon, her eyes still on the salmon on the counter, flicked her tail. "All may ask. Answers shall be given to the worthy."
Unwilling to let her attention remain diverted, the older woman, simply took the opportunity to pause their conversation and get the fish for her precious dear. "I'd love to hear your opinions on the your fellow Generation X students."
The younger girl began to attack the salmon with an appetite Alani would probably call "robust" but normal people might more accurately classify as "terrifying." Mercifully, it was over soon.
"A culling is planned?" Sharon asked, licking the grease from her muzzle now that her attention was no longer otherwise engaged. "Several recommendations I would make. Red hair is overrepresented. This trait is found in less than seven percent of the population, but here there are many. Only two Oranges does my peer group require. Rictor and Shatterstar are not to be separated, and Kitten is not to be trusted without supervision. This is Logic." She paused. "Emily may be allowed to stay also, maybe."
"Not a culling," she was quick to clarify, brow raising as she gave the purple werecat an overall amused look. “They can’t help there have red hair, and they all require our help.” Did that our include Sharon as well? She left that up to interpretation.
“And your other recommendations?” This question was accompanied with a curiosity, finger tapping as she fought to not reach for her notes.
Sharon considered this as she licked at the back of one hand and began to swipe it across one cheek.
"The fast one must slow to a socially acceptable pace," she concluded. "To be present but move too quickly for perception, this is rude. A curfew should be imposed on singing also. Performance hours should be agreeable to all residents. Two 'theater kids' are now in attendance. The situation grows dire."
“Ah, Tommy,” Alani murmured with a nod before tackling the concept of the curfew. “Did we ever have your room sorted with sound dampening, so your senses weren’t bothered?” That they could all benefit from renewed sound insulation was something she’d have to bring up to Madin so a project could be started.
“Hmm, do think they could all benefit from focused Generation X time?” Which would recourse specialized focused mentors, but… well, Alani was sure she could get that rolling.
Sharon had rolled onto her side, where she began to paw languidly at her face. "A dangerous path. Many strong personalities are present. Chaotic results are possible. However, theory is sound. Bonding opportunities are created through shared hardship." Beneath her clawed fingers a single yellow eye cracked at Alani. "I am bored, also."
"Well, it could be a fun chaos," the mumbled thought trailed, before she brightened up at the admission. "Speaking of focused. How would you like to head outside and we can work on using our powers together. I need to work on using my chainsaw hands with someone whose reflexes I can rely on. A few more trees need some trimming, and I need to blow off some steam."
Sharon was not averse to manual labor as long as it was couched in very specific terms. At the mention of sanctioned destruction her eyes lit up. "Shredding is required? I am the best at shredding," she announced, flexing claws that laughed at the petty challenges of sisal.
"You are the best at shredding, this is true, and why I can only trust such an important task to you." Alani nodded along, quickly grabbing her sweater so they could make short work of mulching. "I've never asked, but do you have a preferred tree to claw? Any feel better than the others, or smell nicer?"
"You think to ask for preference? Alani is kind and wise." The cat rolled to her feet, tail thrashing. "Is a type of juniper, I think. Coniferous, with fibrous strips of bark that peels like skin. Injury provokes resin production." Sharon pressed her cheek to the side of Alani's thigh to give her an affectionate rub. "Is like a tree which bleeds."
That pulled a smile from her, amusement clear at the cat's bloodlust knowing no bounds, before she gently pet the top of Sharon's head. "Only for you, and we'll have to find some for the future if there isn't one in the forest. It's no good having monocultures." And having something to look forward to clawing would do her good. "Let me grab some wipes for your claws after? Or do you like the way sap tastes?"
"Wipes. Resin, this is the bane of fur." The purring increased as Sharon leaned into Alani's hand. She glanced up at the other woman, her look sly. "And this destruction, it shall be only you and me?" And not, her tone implied, you and me and Someone Else?
An understanding nod, though she had no fur to speak of. "Of course... uh? Oh." Alani laughed, doing nothing to stop herself, though she paused to hold Sharon's face in her hands and stroke the soft fur at her jaw. "Just us. No Namor, no Hope, no Sooraya. Just us letting loose."
The shapeshifter, accustomed to a world where attention was bequeathed rather than demanded, purred louder. This time there would be no competition. Content, she wound around Alani's legs, ending with a gentle curl of her tail around the woman's knees.
"Just us," said Sharon.
