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[takeitsleazy]

[he'd had plenty of advance notice about the moon: first from Merlin, then from Hades, and then, the previous evening, from that strange little bird. he didn't know what to expect, but whatever it was, he knew that whatever gave him his power - and his guess was his Eternal nature - was going to be weakened even more than it already had been.

he had to prepare.

so he'd spent part of his first paycheck on something very, very important. a hoodie. on a whim, he'd also grabbed a few other things: some snacks, a few books, and a box of paper clips.

he manages to make it home to his apartment before the sun starts to set, and feels pretty positive and confident about this whole thing. he lines the books up on the coffee table, and puts the snacks which require refridgeration in the kitchen. but as the sun sinks, so does his mood. suddenly, everything starts to look daunting. strange. larger, somehow. something inside him begins to wind up into knots, turning and churning, creating sea changes. what's happening? he doesn't know. but he's --

-- oh. frightened. great. he tries to pace it away, but that only makes the knots worse. soon his stomach hurts, and even glancing at the junk food is a bad idea. he retreats to the bathroom, where he shucks off his suit coat and dress shirt, pulling on the hoodie to stare at himself in the mirror. He tries to will even just his eyes to look the way they really do. Nothing. Not even a faint glimmer. Just ice blue and floating black, wide and human and scared.

Michael pulls the strings tight on the hood, making its tiny little round black ears stand up, and retreats back to the couch, falling over on it sideways. His 3M slides out of the pocket of his pants, and he stands it up against a few of the books to look into it]

[just. staring. congratulations. he's on a couch full of emotion.]

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[bigbadrose]

Rose giggled some more, completely pleased with how he seemed to be enjoying it, and instinctively worked away at kneading out all the cramped demon forced into a human suit, happily humming to herself. "New moon seems kinda like a--" cycle of another kind, Rose was reminded of. "Special cycle... Yeah." But for men, now, or at least they didn't have any female monsters yet. "Remind me to get you some chocolate now or full moon." Scritch scritch scritch. "For science."

Another happy hum. "And maybe a hot pack."

[takeitsleazy]

"Chocolate for science," he mumbled, half listening. It was way too nice to just be resting there, warm, comfortable, taken care of. Cared for. It was something he hadn't ever really considered. Ever. In milennia.

"A hot pack of what?"

[bigbadrose]

Understandably. Demons aren't exactly the nurturing type notably. Rose, meanwhile, was thrilled to have a physical person with audible reactions to work on, rather than just trying to keep a dying TARDIS from falling apart and using it to skip time and charge the cannon. She looks bed the TARDIS, but it wasn't the same as a breathing person, not even close.

"Just a heat pack," Rose hummed, scritching away. "It relaxes muscles. Loosens them up. Feels good. Especially if the blood's all tight and constricted. If you want, I can go get one now, yeah?"

[takeitsleazy]

"But then you'd have to get up," he said piteously. "And stop."

He must have cut a pretty comical figure, a grown man who looked like he was in his sixties in an oversized hooded sweatshirt and suit pants with his feet up on a coffee table covered in crayons and books, pouting like a small child.

If he was aware of it, he absolutely didn't care. Whining made the feelings less annoying, somehow.

[bigbadrose]

"Yes," Rose admitted simply with a nod, obviously finding the whole thing beyond adorable, "I'd be right back, but it's fine, it can wait. I'm enjoying myself plenty."

God help the universe... Multiverse, if Rose's own whining habits either exacerbated the demons' or vice versa.

[takeitsleazy]

He tilted his head back to look at her, upside down, blue eyes wide. "You are?"

Just sic the two of them on the Corroded, they'd whine them away within moments. Problem solved.

[bigbadrose]

That would be a truly intense amount of whining.

Rose tilts her head right back at him, bemused that he's bemused. "Yes," a firm nod all the same. "I spent the last few years as a ghost. And even when I could be seen and heard, I was pretty helpless to stop the bad things for everyone around me." She trailed a single finger down his jawline and over his cheek. "It's nice to explore again. Just for fun. And to take my time enjoying it."

[takeitsleazy]

"Explore," he echoed, his voice slowly slipping out of that dreamlike register. He knew what connotations that word usually had for humans, after all. He wasn't sure where the line fell between being taken care of and ... well ... being taken care of. And that alone was a little stressful to realize.

[bigbadrose]

"Relax," she rolled her eyes and flicked his nose, "I'm not going to take advantage of the big bad demon being all cute and defenseless."

[takeitsleazy]

Of course she wasn't. He was silly to even think it, he realized, after how she'd acted telling him about Crowley in the candy shop. He gave her an apologetic look and settled back down.

"... Cute, huh?"

[bigbadrose]

Nah, it was her own fault for teasing him constantly, she was well aware. Besides, she'd told him how she felt, so that was enough to make even mortal blokes a bit edgy.

"At the moment, yes," she went back to quietly scritching and kneading. "Just remember what I said about trying to scare me." It made her feel the need to prove she was unpredictable, far more wild, and definitely unintimidated.

"But right now you're kind of like a sad puppy." She magicked up a proper mirror to show him. "Don't worry," another eyeroll, "I won't let the other demons see you like this, even if they'd get all weird every new moon too."