[ you know how usually wriothesley wakes you up most mornings with breakfast and tea, rousing you out of your lazy slumber so you don't waste the entire day away by just staying in bed?
yeah it should be like that this morning too.
but instead of the usual knock and quip of 'time to get up, lazybones' or something of the like there's.
[ she has gotten so used to wriothesley waking her up in the morning, used to the smell of freshly cooked breakfast and a cup of tea. she has gotten used to his voice coming from the other side of her door rousing her from her sleep that it is... startling when she doesn't hear it.
but scratching.
loud incessant scratching.
followed by a thump.
groggily furina climbs out of bed, clothes disheveled and her hair a mess, and pads over to the door. she is mid yawn when she opens it expecting to see wriothesley standing on the other side-- ]
Wriothesley? Has something--
[ hang on a second, where is he? normally he is right there holding out a tray with her breakfast waiting expectantly for her and now he isn't. ]
[ ....and looking up at her is a fuzzy, mostly black and grey husky. It's a big dog, flopped over on the ground looking every bit like it's having the worst day of it's life. ]
...
I can't make tea like this.
[ and then he lets out the longest, most pathetic whining groan he's ever made in his life. ]
[ there is a dog? a black and grey husky. there is a big black and grey dog flopped on the floor looking as though it is experiencing the worst thing that could have ever happened to him. and then he speaks... with wriothesley's voice?
wait...
wriothesley?
furina just blinks rapidly before falling to her knees before the poor animal, taking his head between her hands to look him directly in his eyes. it takes less than a second for the realization to fully sink in, that her dear duke is, in fact, the creature she sees before her. ]
Wriothesley you're... [ cute? yes, he is definitely cute but that isn't the most important thing right about now. ] You're a dog???
[ he's going to decide that this is the answer. it's the only answer, it's a good answer, and that's all there was to it. he's dreaming. a nightmare. he's got bigass paws and walking on the linoleum floors was a task he didnt feel up to doing anymore.
so he's gonna lie here outside of furina's room and just whine. ]
Bad dream, I'll wake up and I'll be a normal person again, I'm sure of it. Just leave me here on the floor.
[ the whine is ever cuter? how she is supposed to deal with this???? she's been awake for not nearly long enough to be even slightest bit functional enough to deal with this!! her duke, her wriothesley, is a dog!! she isn't equipped for this!! ]
It isn't - No, I'm not going to just leave you here on the floor! There is a way to fix this I'm certain! [ furina knows exactly 0 ways of fixing this but it's fine... ] Maybe we can... [ do what exactly? ] If it makes you feel any better you're a cute dog??
[ the lack of tea is a true crime, although if he calms down she could possibly make some for him?? she is perfectly capable of tea making after all. ]
Exactly, Neuvillette sometimes turns into an otter but he can managed to return to normal. So I am sure the same should be able to happen for you!
[ oh no, that isn't the best idea at all. especially become the motion itself is incredibly adorable, doubly so with the way his ears flop to the side. ]
You are a handsome Duke, Wriothesley. [ it's so tempting to just... reach down and scratch his belly and she resists the urge for about .5 seconds before she does just that. ] And you're a cute dog. There is nothing wrong in being both.
[ he shouldn't laugh. especially not, given the fact, that he's a dog. and he should not laugh at someone for becoming an otter. but he still has to let a little rumble escape him. ]
Alright. So it's... just a matter of letting it get better.
[ he should definitely laugh she thinks, especially knowing the true identity of their dear iudex. a being so fearsome and powerful sometimes likes to become something small and adorable as one of the many otters that grace fontaine's waters. ]
Perhaps, it could also be a mental thing? I've read a... few stories where the protagonist is stuck in another form and they have to focus on their human one to return to it.
[ you know what, she is going to press a quick kiss to the top of his adorable head before standing up. ]
Yes, let us start with that. I'm not the most skilled at cooking, but I can make tea!
[ he's gonna huff like a very put-upon dog again, but he's slowly gonna foist himself up to his feet with a so put-upon expression in those big blue doggy eyes. ]
Mental thing, huh. So the more I think 'Human Form', the easier it'll come to me.
...Hopefully?
[ he looks... very focused for a moment, but. Nope. still a dog, even after she kisses his forehead. Dammit. He'd almost hoped it might be a princess and the frog situation. ]
Any sort of skill is easily attained with practice. At the very least you could make toast.
Hard to mess up toast.
[ he's gonna pad after her, all the while focusing on having human legs. ]
[ oh, she hoped that maybe the problem would be easily fixed with a little bit of focus. it always worked for the people in the stories. ]
You say that but I have burnt toast before.
[ it was one of the few things she tried to cook not long after she moved out of the palais. it took days worth of open windows to get the smell of burning bread out of the kitchen of her apartment. ]
But I will try.
[ entering the kitchen furina exhales, looking about before moving to fill the kettle with some water. ]
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Morning of March 10th
yeah it should be like that this morning too.
but instead of the usual knock and quip of 'time to get up, lazybones' or something of the like there's.
Scratching.
Loud, incessant scratching.
And then a thump. ]
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but scratching.
loud incessant scratching.
followed by a thump.
groggily furina climbs out of bed, clothes disheveled and her hair a mess, and pads over to the door. she is mid yawn when she opens it expecting to see wriothesley standing on the other side-- ]
Wriothesley? Has something--
[ hang on a second, where is he? normally he is right there holding out a tray with her breakfast waiting expectantly for her and now he isn't. ]
Wriothesley? [ and then she looks down. ]
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...
I can't make tea like this.
[ and then he lets out the longest, most pathetic whining groan he's ever made in his life. ]
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wait...
wriothesley?
furina just blinks rapidly before falling to her knees before the poor animal, taking his head between her hands to look him directly in his eyes. it takes less than a second for the realization to fully sink in, that her dear duke is, in fact, the creature she sees before her. ]
Wriothesley you're... [ cute? yes, he is definitely cute but that isn't the most important thing right about now. ] You're a dog???
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[ he's going to decide that this is the answer. it's the only answer, it's a good answer, and that's all there was to it. he's dreaming. a nightmare. he's got bigass paws and walking on the linoleum floors was a task he didnt feel up to doing anymore.
so he's gonna lie here
outside of furina's room
and just whine. ]
Bad dream, I'll wake up and I'll be a normal person again, I'm sure of it. Just leave me here on the floor.
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It isn't - No, I'm not going to just leave you here on the floor! There is a way to fix this I'm certain! [ furina knows exactly 0 ways of fixing this but it's fine... ] Maybe we can... [ do what exactly? ] If it makes you feel any better you're a cute dog??
[ that isn't helping. ]
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I'm sure it'll wear off eventually. I've heard of ... curses being a thing here in Kaisou, so maybe it's just.
If I stay here and just wait I'll wake up and be human-shaped again.
[ this isn't the best idea. he's gonna roll over and look at furina as she calls him cute. his ears flop to the side. ]
I think I like cuter as the Duke.
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Exactly, Neuvillette sometimes turns into an otter but he can managed to return to normal. So I am sure the same should be able to happen for you!
[ oh no, that isn't the best idea at all. especially become the motion itself is incredibly adorable, doubly so with the way his ears flop to the side. ]
You are a handsome Duke, Wriothesley. [ it's so tempting to just... reach down and scratch his belly and she resists the urge for about .5 seconds before she does just that. ] And you're a cute dog. There is nothing wrong in being both.
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[ he shouldn't laugh. especially not, given the fact, that he's a dog. and he should not laugh at someone for becoming an otter. but he still has to let a little rumble escape him. ]
Alright. So it's... just a matter of letting it get better.
...
[ his tail flops. ]
I could guide you through making breakfast.
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[ he should definitely laugh she thinks, especially knowing the true identity of their dear iudex. a being so fearsome and powerful sometimes likes to become something small and adorable as one of the many otters that grace fontaine's waters. ]
Perhaps, it could also be a mental thing? I've read a... few stories where the protagonist is stuck in another form and they have to focus on their human one to return to it.
[ you know what, she is going to press a quick kiss to the top of his adorable head before standing up. ]
Yes, let us start with that. I'm not the most skilled at cooking, but I can make tea!
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Mental thing, huh. So the more I think 'Human Form', the easier it'll come to me.
...Hopefully?
[ he looks... very focused for a moment, but. Nope. still a dog, even after she kisses his forehead. Dammit. He'd almost hoped it might be a princess and the frog situation. ]
Any sort of skill is easily attained with practice. At the very least you could make toast.
Hard to mess up toast.
[ he's gonna pad after her, all the while focusing on having human legs. ]
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You say that but I have burnt toast before.
[ it was one of the few things she tried to cook not long after she moved out of the palais. it took days worth of open windows to get the smell of burning bread out of the kitchen of her apartment. ]
But I will try.
[ entering the kitchen furina exhales, looking about before moving to fill the kettle with some water. ]
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But the interesting thing about this world is its gadgets. And Neuvillette's apparent delight with buying gadgets--these toasters have smart timers.
They'll pop after 60 seconds so your toast won't burn.
[ he's gonna follow on behind her with a little scuttle of nails on linoleum...
....
Maybe he should just lie down instead of dealing with this. ]