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Fifth Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Afternoon

Anders had just barely dragged himself out of bed, showered, and gone out in search for food after . . . well, a very nice night. He didn't make it very far, though, as evidenced by the fact that he was now sprawled out on the couch in the common room, a dopey grin on his face and no small number of bruises -- ahem -- on his neck and arms that hadn't been there the day before.

Food could wait. For now, there was just going to be happy, lazy lounging around.

[OOC: Open common room post is open.]

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A bored Savannah was known to be a very bad thing. A bored Savannah in the ADD-esque body of a baby Panther cub? That was even worse. So, after waking up in the room alone, Savannah deciding to go wandering -- looking for anyone that she knew or for Johnny.

Somehow she made it up to the fifth floor. She was investigating the hall when she wandered into the common room.

Anders didn't notice the panther cub at first, since his eyes were closed.

But his arm was dangling off the side of the couch, and his fingers twitched in a way that was probably way too inviting to an energetic and bored little feline.

Savannah stilled and then flattened herself close to the floor. Her tail whipped back and forth as her ears twitched. She stayed like that for a moment before leaping forward and tackling those fingers.

"Augh!" Anders yelped and sat upright -- which pulled at some very sore muscles. "What the frak?"

A brief moment of disorientation later, he spotted Savannah and laughed. "Oh, hey, little sis, is that you? Gods, you'd think I'd be used to this stuff by now, but no . . ."

Savannah did a little hop as she pounced at him. "Mrorow?"

Anders laughed and eased himself up into a sitting position. "Hey, little sis," he said, scooping her up and setting her down on the couch beside him. "Whatcha up to?"

Yes, he was talking to a panther. Clearly he'd been in Fandom too long.

Savannah cocked her head at him.

"Johnny told me how he felt about me yesterday."

"Mrowr meor yowl yrrr mrrr."

"Yeah?" asked Anders, not that he had a clue what she was saying. "Good to hear. You look like you're in a good mood today. Glad to see you're in one piece and unscathed and all that."

She let out a whuf of air, knowing that he had no clue what she was saying.

She mrowed a bit and she head-butted him.

Good-naturedly, Anders oofed and let her knock him over, reaching up to scruff her ears. "Yep, same old little sis, all right. Hey, listen, if you can understand me, Eve's been looking for you. You should probably track her down at some point, let her know you're okay."

Beat.

"Relatively."

Oooh, ear rubs!

She let out a contented purr and when he mentioned Eve's name...

"Mrrff?"

"Yeah, your cousin's worried about you," Anders said. The ear rubs seemed to have had a good effect, so he kept it up. "You little goofball . . . how'd you end up like this, anyway?"

She mrrr'd and pointed at one of the decree posters on the wall and gave a fierce growl.

"I was wishing I didn't have to deal with her shit and then I was a cat."

"Grrrr mrowr mewl hiss growl yowl roar grrrr... grrrrr..."

"Yeah," Anders said, nodding sagely; though he still had no clue what she was saying, the posters were a pretty good clue. "Riiiiiiiiiight with you there."

Well, except for the cat part.

Savannah "Mrrrr"'d again and nudged his had.

Anders laughed and hugged her. "Listen, little sis, about last night, you know I didn't mean anything at all about Johnny, right?"

He was hugging her very carefully as he spoke, making sure to keep any and all sensitive areas away from panther claws.

Savannah stopped with the playing and leaned against him, nuzzling him.

There was no way for her to explain to him that although Johnny had said he wanted her to be only his, he had said nothing about being only hers. She wasn't upset with either one of them.

She nuzzled him again, purring.

And yet, there was something universally, innately soothing about purring, so even if Anders had no way to understand what she was thinking, he did feel a little bit better about the whole thing.

"He better be good to you, little sis, or I'm gonna have to open a can of whoop-ass. Even if I'm not exactly flame-retardant." He sighed, and skritched under her chin. "I don't want you to have to go through all the weird relationship messes I've had to go through. I'm happy right now, but . . ."

Well, there was a time limit on that.

Savannah craned her neck so he could scritch her better and she purred.

She knew that he wanted to make sure that she was well taken care of by whoever she was going to end up making an exclusive commitment to. He would definitely want to try to protect her and keep an eye on her.

When he let his words trail off, she nudged his chin. "Mrrr?"

"I should probably stop thinking about it, huh?" asked Anders, tilting his head thoughtfully as he petted her nose with one fingertip. "It's just . . . it's killing me to know I'm going to have to say goodbye, and I don't want to tell them just how much it's going to hurt."

Savannah nuzzled him. "Enjoy the time you have left. Of course it's going to hurt, they love you."

"Mrrff... mrowr meow grrrl mewl... mewlll..."

Mewing was such a comforting sound, somehow. Anders rested his chin against the top of Savannah's head for a moment, running a hand absently up and down her back. "Sometimes I almost wish I'd never gotten involved with them . . . just because this is going to hurt so damn much. But then I think about that, and I think I'd regret it even more that I never got to have the past few months. You have no idea how much I love them both, and I don't want to say goodbye. I wish I could go with them, or make them stay, or something."

He fell silent, concentrating on the calming sensation of silky fur beneath his fingertips. "I really shouldn't be dumping all this on you. Shouldn't be thinking about it this much at all."

It was pretty interesting how everyone seemed to be comfortable talking to her about serious things when she was a baby panther.

She "whuffed" and nudged his chin, purring and mewing at him. She was trying to encourage him to talk.

The gesture drew a slight laugh from him. "No, I don't wish that, actually. I do want to stay with them, but I'd never ask them to hold themselves back for me. They're cut out for amazing things, y'know. Real world needs them. They're gonna be amazing, and I'm gonna be so proud of them . . . and I'm gonna miss them so. Frakking. Much. You're probably going to have to put up with hearing that a lot from me, y'know. Though hopefully you'll be able to talk back later, and whap me in the head and tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself."

Savannah stretched her head up to look into his eyes carefully and she patted his cheek gently with one of her paws.

"Mrrwrr?"

"I know, I know," Anders said wryly. "Suck it up, emo boy, and deal. Not like I didn't know what I was getting into when I got involved with them . . . but I didn't realize I'd end up falling so hard, either."

He batted playfully at her paw with one finger. "I really hope I'm not discouraging you from the relationship thing, going on like this."

Oh, it was him that was making her worry about relationships and she gently caught his finger between her teeth. Love was a good thing... and how did one know they were in love, anyway?

"Hey, be careful with that, I need it," he said lightly, tugging just enough to put up a token resistance without hurting either of them. Continuing with his semi-soliloquy, he added, "I wish I'd figured out how I felt a lot sooner, maybe we would've had more time. But it was complicated. Really complicated. I hope like hell you never have it that complicated . . . which means I hope you turn human again soon. Even though you are way too much fun like this."

Ooooh! Tug-of-War!!!

She gave a soft little growl as she gently tugged at his finger again.

She was wanting to be human again, too, just so she could at least talk.

"Hey." Anders laughed, which felt pretty damn good, and tried again to extract his finger. "No shredding my hand, fuzzy little sis. It'll hurt."

He was starting to feel the slightest bit silly for spilling his guts to her while she had four paws, but this was the cutest damn thing ever.

He wondered if she'd smack him for saying so, later.

"Mine" "Mrrr..."

Savannah was making cute little sounds in her throat as she pretended to fight him for his finger.

This was fun, and she doubted she's hit him later.

This was officially way too cute, and Anders ~~not like his player at all, really~~ was hard-pressed to refrain from making gleeful and undignified little squeeing noises.

"Hey, now, my finger. Mine!"

Savannah stood on him, gently tugging at his finger and moving her head back and forth a little bit.

"Can I get you to turn back into a cat after they leave?" asked Anders, trying to make a joke out of it -- and assuming she'd be back to human shape before that. "I could really use the extra comfort then."

He was careful to give her plenty of freedom to tug at his finger, and not a whole lot of resistance to it, since even with the most innocuous of intentions, panther teeth were pretty damn sharp.

Considering that this was Fandom, it was pretty much a given that she would end up being a cub again at some point.

She kept a gentle hold of his finger, enjoying this game and made her version of comforting sounds at him.

"Goofball," Anders told her, blissfully ignoring the pot-kettle-black nature of that particular assessment. "You're having way too much fun in this shape, you know that?"

She stopped and looked up at him, still holding onto his finger, and gave him the most satisfied look a panther cub could give.

She had cheered him up, hadn't she?

He was definitely feeling much more cheered up now, as the smile on his face could attest. "You gonna claw me if I try to give you a hug?"

Savannah stood up on her back legs and put her front paws on his shoulders, looking him in the face.

"I'll take that as a no, then," concluded Anders, who proceeded to wrap his arms around the little panther cub and cuddle her for as long as was strictly dignified.

. . . and then a little more.

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