Fool's Hierophant

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Title: Fool's Hierophant
Location: Stacy; The Hallways





Strength.

The word meant many things to many life-forms, Renne included.

He'd thought of this word and how its meaning had changed over the years. Over days, events, eras and how it changed depending on where he ended up. When he ended up and who he ended up with.
The word had carried several meanings and as he wandered down familiar scent-trails, Renne came to a decision.

What was not there could not be, but what was there, could be. What he felt was something outside of English and what he wanted? That too, wasn't something he could entirely explain. Thus, through a stretch of hallway with a familiar landmark as his starting guide, Renne pulled and pushed himself to stand on his own two feet.

In more ways than one, he wanted to be a man.

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[morphitudinous]

Soon, Renne's back to his normal shape. They're both relaxed, peaceful...yes, he could get used to this. He exhales with a contented noise, turning his attention to Renne once more. It was so easy to drift off in this comfortable place.

"I'll probably still need some rest, but the loss of tension has helped significantly." When your starting point is feeling like a truck hit you and your ending point is feeling like you fell down a short flight of stairs, you take the stairs.

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"Eee. Rrr-enne tu-ck Bee be-d th-en." Chirp.

Ah, yes, even while contented as a housecat and finding his own leg-cramps easing away, the beastie's intent on being mama. So sue him, he adores a certain Human.

However, before anyone intends on getting out, the oddity adds a wee something to the nice, warm hotspring. Specifically, a gentle "whirlpool" effect. Water-massage, yes he knows what it is.

[morphitudinous]

"How did I know you would say that?" Renne doesn't have to worry about complaint anymore. The human's found it...comforting to be tucked in sometimes. Not that he's ready to admit that to anyone else.

Dragging his mind back to the present, he moves to say something. Before he can, though, the words falter in his throat. That sudden flow of the hot water against his back destroys his resistance faster than he can say "thank you". Billy drifts into a loose stance on the rock, allowing the waters to soothe the pain from his body while he expresses his thanks in a somewhat more direct manner.

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Of course, who can resist replying to that with an utterly innocent expression? Really. But no one need worry; with these two, it's quite likely such secrets shall remain secrets eternally.

Renne has to grin then, both at the whirlpool sensation and what he's imagining Billy could potentially do. His grin? Grinning like a little fool, he is.

Spoiling Billy is most assuredly, a favourite thing to do, you know.

[morphitudinous]

Wait a minute. Wasn't Billy supposed to be the one pampering Renne today? Blast it, the imp had already found a way to turn the tables on Billy. But if Renne's benefiting as well, he can't find the heart to complain. He'll just have to work extra hard at spoiling his brother later.

By some miracle of the water, most of the pain is nothing but a faint memory before long. He looks to check on Renne with a grateful smile. "How about you?"

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"Eeee. Rrrr-enne noh hurrr-t noh morrre."

There's a momentary squeaky-chirp as the oddity carefully stretches. His ears remain flopped down and his eyes are kind of half-open. Were he feline, one might compare his expression to that of a housecat with that eyes-half-open, utterly relaxed state.

[morphitudinous]

"Great," he responds, in too deep a state of relaxation to summon up his bigger words. "Wonderful." And he means every word fully.

After a period of nothing but companionship and bliss, he opens his eyes and pushes down on the rock. "You ready to go yet?"

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"Eee. Pid-jiss." Squeak.

Hopefully butchered big-words count. Another stretch and the oddity nods. Right now, he's kind of half-in and half-out of the pleasantly swirling water.

"Wha-t do naow?"

[morphitudinous]

"You might want to try something relaxing? Maybe a walk, if it won't bother you too much? I'll probably end up meditating in our room and then going to bed, though."

He's not very motivated to engage in physical activity right now.

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"Eee. Rrr-enne go tu-ck Bee in." Chirp.

Although stifling a squeaky little yawn, the beastie cannot help that he still blushes at Billy's words. Still, it brings with it a sense of something beyond comfort.

"Bee noh min-d?"

[morphitudinous]

"Not at all," he smiles honestly. Slowly enough to ease into the movements, the human pushes out of the water and then to a standing position. Once there, he reverts his clothing into the familiar plantsuit shape.

"Shall we?" And he moves to the exit whenever Renne is ready.

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"Eee."

Chirp and a nod.
Crawling almost reluctantly out of the calming pool, the Renne takes up a place beside yet about half-a-pace behind Billy. It's automatic by now and the reason for it is mostly practical.