MHA #6, Thursday Evening

[firstofitskind]

For Liam, the last two weeks had mostly involved trying to regain his sense of equilibrium. Things were... better, now. Not quite the same as they had been before his mother had visited, but getting there.

And tonight he and Verity were headed off to Baltimore. Not for a date night, no- tonight was a patrol night. (Though, okay, realistically, there was usually a stolen kiss or three, especially on slow nights where the cryptid population didn't seem to be up to much.)

Or rather, tonight was supposed to be a regular patrol night. Fandom, apparently, had other plans, as Liam found himself rather unceremoniously several feet shorter, four-legged, and furry.

Sorry, Verity, looks like your companion for this evening's rounds wasn't going to be capable of much in the way of conversation.

[ooc: establishy, but also open if the apartment residents want to react!]

Comments

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity liked the normal kind, especially after scary media!

"Comfortable?" she asked, with more of those nice ear scritches.

[firstofitskind]

Well... they’d just have to stretch out consumption of said scary media until such time as there could be proper cuddles. In the meantime, the answer to her question was a low rumbling purr.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Sounds good, babe," Verity said, relaxing back onto the couch and grabbing the remote. "Sounds good."