( oh, he's purring again, warmed immensely by the soft scratches behind his ears, a natural reaction to such a natural thing, the very human tendency to give animals affection and receive it in return. jase likes these silly little quips, practically preening about them and basking in their glow.
it's a weird thing, owning what he is, if only briefly. he's never fully embraced his feline side mostly out of obliviousness and then, as he grew older and learned about his family's roots, about their abilities ... he almost thought they were ashamed. but how could they be ashamed of something so wonderful that, in this moment, brings jase so much unbridled joy? he simply can't fathom it.
the dark cat eyeballs these little satchels, can hardly believe that this boy just created this magical mixture right before his eyes. with a small nod of his tiny head, jase stands up, pads delicately over the satchels so he can, unabashedly and only a little inwardly ashamedly, brush against briar's hand so he can receive one final pet from head to tail, giving this beautiful boy a small flick of his tail on that beautiful nose.
and just like that — it's in the blink of an eye but that cat shifts very quickly back into a boy, exhaling sharply because the whole thing feels so strange and it happens so fast, looking a little shellshocked, and also.
and also because he realizes that maybe he should have leapt off of the counter and onto the floor before trying to clumsily change back, if only because he's now a too-large boy sitting on the lip of a too-small counter, legs dangling off the edge and finding himself situated right in front of and extremely close to the bright-eyed shopkeeper, a tall boy made even taller by the height of his current seat. )
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it's a weird thing, owning what he is, if only briefly. he's never fully embraced his feline side mostly out of obliviousness and then, as he grew older and learned about his family's roots, about their abilities ... he almost thought they were ashamed. but how could they be ashamed of something so wonderful that, in this moment, brings jase so much unbridled joy? he simply can't fathom it.
the dark cat eyeballs these little satchels, can hardly believe that this boy just created this magical mixture right before his eyes. with a small nod of his tiny head, jase stands up, pads delicately over the satchels so he can, unabashedly and only a little inwardly ashamedly, brush against briar's hand so he can receive one final pet from head to tail, giving this beautiful boy a small flick of his tail on that beautiful nose.
and just like that — it's in the blink of an eye but that cat shifts very quickly back into a boy, exhaling sharply because the whole thing feels so strange and it happens so fast, looking a little shellshocked, and also.
and also because he realizes that maybe he should have leapt off of the counter and onto the floor before trying to clumsily change back, if only because he's now a too-large boy sitting on the lip of a too-small counter, legs dangling off the edge and finding himself situated right in front of and extremely close to the bright-eyed shopkeeper, a tall boy made even taller by the height of his current seat. )
I, uhhhh — thank you?