Third floor common room [Saturday morning]

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Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

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[myownface]

"Bet you could probably get a leash and a peg and tie it up outside," Sparkle offered. "I tried dumping the weasel-"

"Ermine!"

"-outside, and it just ran up my pant leg and informed me that I didn't want to wander too far from it today."

[suitably_heroic]

"I tried to lock the wolf in my room, but apparently it knows how to open doors," Atton groused, as the wolf in question stuck her nose against her rump and began to pull at some of her unkempt fur.

Large chunks of hair were hanging loose, here and there.

[myownface]

"How the hell did it manage that? It doesn't even have hands."

Sparkle was full of ever-astute observations, you see.

[suitably_heroic]

"You asking me?" Atton asked him incredulously.

"Yes, he's asking you," the wolf sighed. "Guess there's always space for the obvious in your brain..."

[myownface]

"I could ask the weasel-"

"Ermine!!"

"-but we're not talking," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders and giving the bag another shake. Just because. "It's never too early for booze on weekends like this, at least. Bet we could out-drink them both and then ditch them at the bar."

Never mind that he had plans with Alec today to learn archery, which was not exactly a learn-while-drunk sort of activity.

[suitably_heroic]

"I think I still have some of the expensive stuff lying around my room," Atton mused.

"Bring a bowl."

[myownface]

"Sweet."

"This isn't going to do you any good, you know," the backpack informed Sparkle. "I can out-drink you any day of the week."

Sparkle merrily ignored his weasel.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "Well, if you're that set on it," he told Sparkle's backback, "You can run up and get the bottles."

The wolf gave him a pointed look. "That's not how it works."

[myownface]

"So, how does it work?" Sparkle was now giving Atton's wolf a wary little side-eye. "Because if I'm stuck with this damn weasel-"

"Erm-"

"I know! If I'm stuck with this skinny rat for much longer I'm going to flush it down the toilet, I swear to god."

[suitably_heroic]

"We're part of you," the wolf explained tiredly. "If we get separated..."

The wolf gave a hitherto-uncharacteristic shiver.

[myownface]

"I am not part weasel," Sparkle protested sharply, earning a snicker from the depths of his backpack. "Last I checked? Totally no weasel-shaped growths or anything like that."

Honest!

[suitably_heroic]

"I don't know," Atton said, tilting his head up. "I mean, who knows what's hiding in that hair of yours..." The wolf guffawed.

[myownface]

"Oh, like you're one to talk," Sparkle informed the wolf, giving a pointed look to that mangy coat. "One word for you. Fleabath."

Yes, Sparkle. Pick a fight with Atton's soul.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton's soul, the mangy, bitchy, and slightly vicious thing that it was, gave Sparkle a pointed look. "I'll go if you go first."

[myownface]

"Yeah. Right. Once I start itching in uncomfortable places, maybe I'll consider it," Sparkle countered, rolling his eyes. "Like I need anyone's help telling me how to groom myself."

"Well, actually..."

Bag? Shaken.

[suitably_heroic]

"Tell me about it," Atton muttered. "She got on my case for not showering this morning!"

Because you rarely showered, Atton.

[myownface]

"Like I said? Mangy mutt-thing? Totally not one to talk," Sparkle sighed, shaking his head. "None of them should be, really. Talking animals don't happen."

That was one of those firm truths that Sparkle had embraced long ago, damn it.

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, they're happening," Atton said, kicking back. "They can just go happen somewhere else." He eyed Sparkle. "We should go get that booze."

[myownface]

"Let's do that," Sparkle agreed, because he could think of nothing he wanted more right now than a bottle in his hand. Maybe he could stuff the ermine into the bottle....

No. Probably not.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton got up... and of course the damn wolf followed him. "Nrgh," he muttered, deciding he was too sober to deal with this, and began the slog towards his room.