[it's cold in winter, and that means that now that he's found how much warmer and quicker he can move as a tiger, he does. it's an adaptation, he tells himself, slipping into the theater, padding in softly on cat feet. he doesn't like it, but it's a sight better than freezing and it helps him work with these changes instead of hating them to the core.
it does mean that somehow, a six foot long white tiger is in the building, eyes big in the low light after nosing the door shut. he intends on changing back, since the door to where they live can't be opened with a good push, but he also wants some of the snow to get off his fur first, or it will simply melt against his skin and freeze him all over again. not fun.]
[Snow makes him homesick. How funny, considering how he couldn't stand Copenhagen at times. Andersen remains where it's cozy and warm, though he eventually has to wander down in a thick blanket to find a book he's misplaced.
And that's when he sees the tiger. Andersen freezes mid-step like a rabbit spotted by a predator, his own eyes huge with shock. Very, very gingerly, he puts his foot down.
[turning towards the sound, he sees Andersen, and all of a sudden it crashes into him how misplaced this all is. right, he hadn't mentioned this to him, not while he was trying it out and getting adjusted. whoops.]
[It's a protest that comes out fairly weak, for his heart is still recovering from the shock. Andersen takes a moment to catch his breath before he snaps,]
I've been out for a while. It tends to gather when it's falling.
[and when he's next to the door, a tiger gives way to human limbs, a man's face, and Dantes straightens up from his position before walking in and brushing off his clothes.]
And before you ask, it's faster to get around like that.
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it does mean that somehow, a six foot long white tiger is in the building, eyes big in the low light after nosing the door shut. he intends on changing back, since the door to where they live can't be opened with a good push, but he also wants some of the snow to get off his fur first, or it will simply melt against his skin and freeze him all over again. not fun.]
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And that's when he sees the tiger. Andersen freezes mid-step like a rabbit spotted by a predator, his own eyes huge with shock. Very, very gingerly, he puts his foot down.
The floorboard creaks. Fuck!!!!!!!!!]
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It's only me. No need to be terrified.
[that voice should be familiar enough, at least.]
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[It's a protest that comes out fairly weak, for his heart is still recovering from the shock. Andersen takes a moment to catch his breath before he snaps,]
What are you doing, sulking around in that form!
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[d u h]
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[He heaves a dramatic sigh before he goes to Dantes's side, so he may hurry him in.]
What did you do, roll down a hill? You're covered with the stuff.
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[and when he's next to the door, a tiger gives way to human limbs, a man's face, and Dantes straightens up from his position before walking in and brushing off his clothes.]
And before you ask, it's faster to get around like that.