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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."
[Fjord modded with permission. Open!]
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."
[Fjord modded with permission. Open!]
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His espresso came up, and he excused himself for a moment to get it.
"Please, visit us, I insist. We're on Phoenix Place, the little road just opposite the Portalocity office. Choose an evening that works for you, and I will make dinner. And see that the cats remain out of the way," he added wryly. Nobody needed to see them eaten. Or Jono venomously killing the first thing that tried.
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That made him pause. Fjord couldn't really work if he hadn't transformed back by then. Except Fjord would climb out of his snakey little skin for defaulting on a responsibility. He was going to have to take Fjord to the bar. Well. That would be an adventure.
"Thank you. He is very badly allergic to cats. I don't think it would be good for him to sneeze."
He raised both eyebrows and asked both Hannibal and Jono, "Can snakes even do that?"
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He thought about it. "Thursday, or Sunday? Saturday night is the Homecoming dance at the school, and as a teacher, I should attend."
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"Thursday would be my preference," he answered Hannibal. Then he paused again. "Fjord is also a teacher. Is it expected that he should attend this dance?"
Fjord, for his part, withdrew into the pocket and hid.
Fenris considered how Fjord would react if he changed back in a room full of students. Some of whom were in his class. He would expire from acute embarrassment on the spot.
"...Perhaps a sick note."
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