MHA #6, Late Tuesday Morning

[firstofitskind]

Apparently, Fandom had decided that just-shy-of-two-weeks was plenty of time for Liam to be a cat, because at some point Tuesday morning, he found himself changed back. Thankfully for his dignity, said transformation did not take place when he was out and about in public, but rather while he was home at Verity's apartment. Really, his only complaint was that it had woken him up from a cat-nap rather sound sleep.

Which, speaking of... apparently spending so long as a cat meant there was a little bit of a lingering influence, as normally he would have been up and about for hours now. But instead, all he did was slip on a pair of boxers, and then crawl back into the bed to snuggle with Verity properly

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[arboreal_priestess]

The change in weight on the bed was enough to rouse Verity though none of her other instincts seemed particularly concerned. "Liam?" she murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

Sure, her hand was reaching for the knives under the pillow as a precaution, but that was also more instinct than anything else.

[firstofitskind]

"Mmmhmm," he rumbled. "No knives," he insisted, leaning over to press a kiss to her shoulder.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Mmmm, killjoy," Verity mumbled, but her hand fell away from the knife. She tugged on his arm, instead, pulling him closer.

Yeah, this was nice. He was much better at full-body spooning as not-a-kitty.

[firstofitskind]

"No, killjoy would be me getting up and going for a run now that I'm back to having the right number of legs," Liam said cheerfully. Note how he was not doing that, Verity.

[arboreal_priestess]

And that was Verity, reaching for the knife again. In warning.

[firstofitskind]

"Note how I'm not doing that," Liam said pointedly, because apparently it needed to be said.

[arboreal_priestess]

She was sleeping, Liam! Or mostly so. And you were being cheerful and talking about running.

But she let the knife go and pulled him closer again. "No running. Sleeping," she demanded. "Cuddling. Being very quiet on 'count of you-know-who."

The mice had greeted his transformation with religious ecstasies and fervor. There was no doubt that his return to his proper form would result in the same.

[firstofitskind]

"M'not going anywhere," Liam promised. And even if there hadn't been that lingering cat-instincts influence, he would've stayed. Because he'd missed this. Cuddling while he'd been a cat just hadn't been the same.

[arboreal_priestess]

He didn't fit against her the same way, for one. She was fully pressed against him now, back flush with his chest, bottom snug against his hips. One arm made a more comfortable pillow than even the finest down, and her feet were twined around his.

"Good." She sounded almost petulant. "Missed you."

[firstofitskind]

"I missed you too," Liam admitted, running the fingers of his free hand though her hair as he spoke. "Missed being able to hold you. And actually talk to you." Sure, she'd gotten pretty good at deciphering kitty-pantomime for the most part, but it wasn't exactly a sophisticated method of communication.

[arboreal_priestess]

Not even counting all the times she deliberately trolled him by pretending not to understand.

"Yeah," she agreed, sounding a little more awake as time went by. "I like having you around. Even just not doing anything at all."

[firstofitskind]

"Mmmm," Liam hummed. "Well, totally coincidentally, I've got no plans for today. You?" he checked.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Oh, I've got plans," Verity said with a small chuckle. "Coming up with more, too."

Look, it had been two weeks.

"For one thing, you're buying me dinner."

[firstofitskind]

"I suppose that's fair," Liam mused. "You wanna go out, or are we staying in?" he had a good guess as to what the answer would be, but it was still worth checking.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I haven't decided yet," Verity declared, airily. "It'll probably depend on how annoying the mice are."

And whether or not they were amenable to bribes.

[firstofitskind]

"Good point," Liam admitted. "Wonder if they'll be pleased or upset that I've changed back?"

[arboreal_priestess]

"I mean, it's more proof of your divinity or whatever," Verity drawled. "And now that you can talk, you can say godly pronouncements and the like. They love that." She chuckled sleepily. "Poor Alex. His mice are going to point out that he never turns into anything."

[firstofitskind]

"Or whatever," Liam agreed.

If Alex wanted to turn in to something, really all he had to do was spend a couple of months in Fandom and it was bound to hit him eventually.

[arboreal_priestess]

Alex was pretty certain he didn't want to turn into anything, but he'd keep that thought in mind. Thanks, Liam, really.

"Hey, if you don't wanna play naughty priestess times..." Verity said, snickering.

[firstofitskind]

"I should think you'd know that I'm always up for naughty anything when it comes to you," Liam retorted.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity turned in his arms to face him and pulled him in for a good-morning-and-also-I-missed-you-like-crazy kiss. "Maybe we'll add that to the day's agenda."

[firstofitskind]

"Gonna be a busy day," Liam noted. He didn't sound particularly put out by this prospect, no.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Oh?" Verity asked. "Did you have plans you wanted to add to that, too?"

[firstofitskind]

"Well, we could finish watching that scary show of yours..." Liam said. "Only I was thinking you could sit in my lap, this time."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, but I want it clear that I stopped watching it because I got busy with other things and not because it was spooky," Verity declared.

...Weird how those 'other things' got cleared up now that Liam was people-shaped again.

"Either way, I plan to be in your lap pretty much all day, so, that's fair."