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The Perk - Tuesday morning

Fenris wasn't in the best of moods. He'd been woken too early by Fjord - who happened to be a large green constrictor of some sort at the moment.

Who was currently residing in the very large front pocket of the oversize hoodie Fenris was wearing. The hoodie alone would have looked out of place and odd on the elf but the 8' snake huddling inside for warmth gave it volume and weight. Fenris rather looked as though he'd swallowed a melon whole.

A trip to the Perk for coffee was a necessary part of this morning. He asked for the largest mug they had and received a cappuccino in something more along the size of a soup bowl. An ask of whether they had spill proof containers and subsequent explanation of 'I have a snake in my pocket' - and resulting 'are you sure you're not just happy to see us' joke - turned up several baristas cheerfully dissecting one of their large catering boxes to dig out the mylar pouch inside. Hot water was added and it was wrapped in several layers of paper towels. Fenris made sure to tip them really, really well.

Some quick rearranging put the heating pad on the bottom of the pocket and had a happier, warmer Fjord and a slightly more portly looking Fenris.

He took a seat where he could see the door and out the windows and sipped his cappuccino. Fjord occasionally poked his head out to look around. "I'm not giving you coffee," Fenris informed him, "You'll burn your tongue. It's my understanding you probably need that unburnt until we figure out how to turn you back."

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It was definitely a PSL kind of morning, so Summer swung by the Perk on her way to the store for a little seasonally thematic caffeine to help her get through some orders and merch reports. And she had to quirk her brow a little bit at the elf by the door sipping a cap in a big ol' hoodie looking a lot less comfy than you'd think a big ol' hoodie like that would suggest.

"Hey, Fenris," she greeting him with a nod, framing her natural curiosity with a little bit of basic pleasantries and conversation. "How's it going?"

"Hello, Summer," Fenris greeted her politely. He glanced down at the bulge in his hoodie. "It has been a strange day so far. I get to go mage hunting."

Strangely, he didn't sound entirely enthusiastic about that.

"How is your day going?"

"Just getting started." Summer shrugged, lifting her coffee as if to signify its importance as her first one of the day. She was still eyeing him oddly, though, as she added, "Just about to head in for some paperwork and orders, so, you know, super thrilling stuff. Probably not nearly as exciting as mage hunting, though. What'd'ya gotta go mage hunting for?"

If her little sip there seemed a little pointed, it was kind of meant to be. She couldn't help wondering what these mages might think about this supposed hunting.

"Because one of them thinks they're funny and I need to explain to them that having a snake in my pocket does not, in fact, make me happy to see them," Fenris said soberly.

Fjord took this moment to stick his head out of the pocket and twist to look up at Fenris.

Snakes can't scowl. He tried anyway.

Fenris booped him on the snout and earned a tiny, quietly disgruntled hiss.

"Oh!"

Summer's eyes widened a little in surprise but mostly some sort of mild delight when the snake emerged, grinning faintly. At least that answered one question she'd had, and put to rest the mild theory she'd been forming that perhaps Fenris was just bulking up for the winter or something, she didn't know, maybe that was something that elves did where he was from, you didn't discount anything around here, and she stopped discounting anything anywhere a long time ago.

"I'm gonna...so, wild guess, but I'm gonna assume that maybe that snake wasn't a snake not too long ago? And you think a mage did it rather than it just being the island being....you know...the island?"

"The snake was definitely not a snake last night," Fenris acknowledged, "It is far more likely that some jackass mage took a dislike to my friend than the island to have changed him into a snake with winter coming on."

He was unamused at the idea.

"... Does the island do things like this?"

"Awww," new people were so cute in their cluenessness, "you really haven't been here that long at all, have you? The island does stuff like this all the time, but don't worry, it usually doesn't last that long. I say, give it a week. If your friend's not back to normal by then, maybe then it's time to go bust some mage balls. I'm not sure what the record for longest random animal transformation is, but I doubt it''s ever really that long."

And now she had to stop and think which friend of Fenris would be large, green, and scaly.

"....Fjord?" she guessed, half-worried that was almost too obvious.

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Seivarden just glanced at Summer. A very unimpressed glance, followed by taking a sip of tea

Yeah, okay. That very unimpressed glance was just going to get a very unimpressed one back, with Summer shaking her head and trying to decide if she should engage or ignore, but she literally had nothing to do today but paperwork, and she could really be a little shit sometimes, so of course she as going for the first option.

"So," she offered, mustering up her best bright and cheerful and friendly smile, complete with ponytail-tossing tilt of her head, "who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?"

Seivarden raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to make sense?"

"It's a very common phrase," Summer informed her, shaking her head again. "It basically means you look like your day's been shit and just keeps getting worse, and I asked this time because you pretty much always seem to look like that all the time."

She almost wanted to ask if it had anything to do with how quiet it'd been around the second floor of MHA, but 1) gross, she didn't want to know and 2) it was Tuesday, and she didn't want to jinx her good luck lately by stirring any pots.

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"Yeah, well, this place is so cheerful," Seivarden said. "I'm so happy I'm stuck here."

She should escape this conversation as soon as possible.

Summer just shrugged. Clearly, this was a person she imagined took piss in her Cheerios even when there was milk readily at hand, and though the needling little gossipy part of her brain desperately wanted to dig in and see if it really was her neighbor causing this mood or just Seivarden's general unpleasantness over all, she fought the urge to try to dig into something she'd most certainly regretting digging into.

A pointed sip of PSL, and she decided to get philosophical instead.

"It is whatever you make it, man," she said. "There's probably, like, a million possible places that are even worse to be stuck in," and she liked to think she'd seen a good handful of them, too. "I don't know what your whole deal is, sure, but it sure as hell doesn't seem to be nearly as bad as you bad as you seem to think it is.

"All I'm saying," she added, "is I'm not the one giving teenagers little bitchy side-eyes at a coffee shop just for getting a drink."

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Seivarden wasn't in the best of moods, but that was hardly unusual. She needed to get out of the apartment, she needed a cup of tea, and if it wasn't for the owner of the tea house being... whatever he was, she would go there.

As it was, her only alternative was the Perk.

"Loose leaf tea, black," she said with a sigh. The barista sighed to, and glared at her as she placed the mug in front of her.

"Can't you just stop this?" Seivarden said, picking up the mug and turning around to look for a seat.

"Fucking uncivilised tea haters," she muttered to herself.

"You might get better service by not insulting them," Fenris noted idly.

"It's not the first time I'm here," Seivarden said,taking a sip from her tea.

"You got yourself a snake?"

"Then you should try to be politer," Fenris noted, "If it were your first time, it could be excused. Since it's not, that's just rude."

He lifted a shoulder, "I appear to have a snake, yes."

Seivarden made a dismissive gesture. She really had no patience for that sort of lecturing and she was going to just ignore it.

"New pet?"

"No," Fenris said, "Temporarily looking after it for a friend."

The snake was his friend. He was most utterly displeased that his friend was currently a snake.

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Oh, look - it was another man with a snake!

Jono was usually...well, as well-behaved as a snake as he was as a man, which was to say an utter brat but not intentionally making life harder for Hannibal. This morning, however, it had been quite cold, but Jono had not wanted to spend any more time in the sauna, and making breakfast with a snake around your neck...Hannibal had decided for once to simply go to the Perk.

Jono was curled up in his jacket pocket on top of a chemical handwarmer, his head occasionally peeking out to see what was going on.

"Double espresso, please," Hannibal ordered. "And a croissant, heated."

Fjord stuck his head out, tongue flicking inquisitively. He faced the direction of the man at the counter.

Fenris frowned down at him, "What is it?" He followed the gaze just in time to see a snake's head disappear into a pocket.

He eyed the well-dressed man. "Did your roommate turn into a snake as well?"

Hannibal turned around, raised an eyebrow at Fjord, then looked down at Jono. "My husband, actually. There seems to be a small spate of these things recently."

Jono eyed the other two, but made no move to get out of his comfy warm pocket.

"Doctor Hannibal Lecter," he introduced himself with a slight bow. "And my husband, Jono Starsmore, who generally appears more human-shaped."

Somewhat, anyway.

"Fenris," he inclined his head, and then looked down at Fjord, "And Fjord. Who is also normally more human-shaped."

A beat. "Not my husband, though. Just my roommate."

He felt it worth mentioning.

Fjord's head disappeared into the pocket and he curled into a tighter ball.

"A pleasure to meet you. It's cold out for snakes," Hannibal observed. "Have you got a way of keeping him warm?"

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"The pleasure is mine," Fenris offered politely.

He nodded his chin at the counter, "The baristas were able to help with a hot water bottle and Summer has offered the use of a space heater. The hotel's heat doesn't seem to be on yet." Fenris frowned, "He was freezing this morning. He's warmer now."

He scrubbed a hand through his hair, "I known next to nothing about snakes, but I do know they go dormant when they get too cold, so.." He spread his hands.