[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

Charon scoots back over toward the bed, not wanting to interrupt her.

CHARON: Flor-

 

[image description: Charon wakes up next to Kettle, who stares at him with a silly expression. She has stolen his glasses, which give her the illusion of cartoon circular eyes.]

 

A chirp, Kettle having taken their place while he was gone.

Another clatter of something onto the tile sounded clearly, uh-

Like she was either struggling, over-eager, or some mix of both.

CHARON: ...Kettle, can you float over and-

 

The proxy's already zoomed over knocking on the door with a gleeful smile.

MAES: AH-
MAES: I'M, DON'T-
MAES: I, AH-

 

More clattering, but definitely panicked this time.

Kettle chirps again, a canine-like whine.

MAES: K-kettle, I-
MAES: It's not-

 

Her voice cracks, just a bit.

Kettle makes another noise as she flops her head, playing dumb as to what could possibly be the matter.

MAES: It's-
MAES: ...S...sorry. 
MAES: I thought you might- 
MAES: -stay asleep for a while longer.

 

Another chirp, relaxed and non-judgmental.

Maes seems to understand it enough, not confused in the slightest.

MAES: I-
MAES: How much time have I wasted, we- we need to get ready for work-

 

Kettle makes a reassuring whistle, pressing her face against the door.

MAES: ....
MAES: I-
MAES: Hgh...
MAES: M-maybe you can just-

 

The proxy pleas for her to let her in.

Maes is quiet for a moment, the door finally unlocking and opening a crack.

The proxy jumps to latch onto her arm, a little squeak as she anticipates an order.

Maes looks incredibly guilty, completely pants-less and wrapping her tail around her waist.

MAES: ...I...have trouble with this.

 

A little squeeze, with a more direct attempt at conveying her meaning.

Let me help you, our secret.

Maes blinks, taken aback...


...but rolling with it.

MAES: ...you promise it's alright?

 

A affirming noise.

I promise.


Maes' voice shakes as she steels her nerves.

MAES: Then, can we...like last night?

 

Kettle nuzzles her chest, squeaking in confirmation.

MAES: ...quickly, then.
MAES: I still have to do all of of my hair care...