[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

Kettle nuzzles her hand, rumbling contentedly.

MAES: ...j...just a minute, and then we have to get ready...

 

But of course.

The proxy's the calmest she's heard yet.

MAES: ...you really like that, don't you?

 

A sound of confirmation.

MAES: And...you'd do that for me again? 
MAES: If I needed it?

 

Mm... 

A little nod against her leg.

MAES: ...thank you.
MAES: I- I can't get myself off, and-
MAES: ...it's...not as if it's common otherwise...

 

Kettle gives her knee a pat, the karacel returning it with another ear rub.

MAES: G...good job.

 

She lets out one last long sigh.

MAES: I-is Judgment doing well?

 

A loud squeak. 

Horny dream.

MAES: ...oh.
MAES: Is he feeling all of-?

 

Yes.

MAES: ...was it nice for him...?

 

Very.

MAES: ...I should get him out of bed then, we have to get ready-

 

She takes a few wobbly steps, pulling up Kettle for support and allowing the proxy to help her get her underwear back on.


As soon as Maes is dressed, Kettle clambers up into her arms, desperate to be hugged and surprisingly light.

MAES: ...You really are the affectionate one.

 

The proxy gives her a silly, harmless "bite" on the arm.

MAES: Naughty.

 

Maes smiles, poking Kettle on the nose as she takes both of them out.

MAES: Judgment, we have to start getting moving-
CHARON: Boss. 
CHARON: Kettle.
MAES: ...you're not in bed. 
MAES: Are you...making breakfast right now?
CHARON: Yes.
MAES: I...thought-

 

Maes grows flushed, shaking her head and coughing nervously.

MAES: Well, th. 
MAES: Thank you. 
MAES: For the help.
CHARON: Mm... Kettle seems pretty happy about getting the opportunity.
MAES: I... appreciated it.

 

She gives the proxy a little nuzzle.

MAES: ...and the breakfast. 
MAES: What are you making?
CHARON: Simple stuff, eggs and steak with a little hashbrown on the side.
MAES: Eggs...interesting.

 

She takes a seat-

-allowing Kettle to remain on her lap.

The proxy positions carefully, close but not in the way of the table.



[Image Description: Charon staring off with a conflicted neutral expression as Kettle wrapped up around Maes and sitting on her lap teases him. THe proxy has her tongue poking out at him. On the table is a large lump of scrambled eggs that could feed a family.]

 
Maes can't help but rub her shoulder, almost stimming on it.

MAES: What should I expect with eggs?
CHARON: That could vary a good bit. 
CHARON: I wanted to make the first try at these easy so fully cooked, fluffy, without any goopiness.

 

Charon wraps up and settles in himself.

CHARON: You can tell me if it's too much.
MAES: ...let's see how we go.