[ Subaru isn't exactly the guy to be espousing the virtues of a good night's sleep to anyone. But he does tend to think that some rest, even intermittent, is better than none; having someone around who might actually be a little worse at it than he is serves as a reminder. Not that he blames him, sensing the deep reservoir of magic storming in him. What shape it'll take... he can't say. What he does know is this: he can only watch Agent Choi wear a rut into his apartment's floor for so long.
It wasn't an easy sell, necessarily. But it did work. And its shape finally emerges when Subaru's sleep-tingled legs and sore back finally stir him from where he'd dozed off too.
His palm drowsily skirts the wide, weighted plane beneath it (a big cat forehead), fingertips catching on thick fur (not hair). Stilling, Subaru tenses, blinks awake fully, a little too cognizant of when he's dreaming and when he isn't. His hands pull away, hovering over the heavy form of a full tiger snoozing away on his lap.
One whose tether has remained the same through the shift, making him realize exactly what's happened here... ]
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It wasn't an easy sell, necessarily. But it did work. And its shape finally emerges when Subaru's sleep-tingled legs and sore back finally stir him from where he'd dozed off too.
His palm drowsily skirts the wide, weighted plane beneath it (a big cat forehead), fingertips catching on thick fur (not hair). Stilling, Subaru tenses, blinks awake fully, a little too cognizant of when he's dreaming and when he isn't. His hands pull away, hovering over the heavy form of a full tiger snoozing away on his lap.
One whose tether has remained the same through the shift, making him realize exactly what's happened here... ]