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N'Raha     The catman is frowning a little bit today in his house on the beach. The multiversal channels for radio are nattering away on the nearby cabinet reciever, and the Warrior of Light is busy pushing a finger at his Tomestone, slowly going through data and files. It's a rare bit of conentration for N'raha, at least outside of direct combat. His ears are flicked back and his tail swishes against the back of the large plush Fat Cat cushion he's sitting on.
Inga Freyjasdottir It is clearly Inga's turn to bring food, and so she shows up at the door with a brown paper bag in hand, looking slightly nervous. She raises her hand to knock, hesitates, takes a deep breath, then knocks hesitantly before opening the door to peek her head inside. She looks like she's come almost straight from her workroom, still wearing a herb smeared apron over her wool dress that is now /far/ too warm for the day's temperature. Her hair is braided per usual, a silk handkerchief tied around her head to further keep her hair out of her way. The bag is clearly from a take-away however. "Raha?" she asks, stepping inside once she sees him propped against the ridiculous (adorable) cushion, looking at his tablet-thingy and frowning. "I've brought food....what's the matter?" she asks.
N'Raha     Raha looks up a bit as the door opens. His retainers aren't going to just let anyone in, so, well. It's someone trusted.
    And much more so, as he sees who it is. The concentration fades a bit, and he smiles happily. "Oh. Hey. I was just... uh."
    He holds up the tablet, where Inga will see the MECC information across the screen. "Just looking at the competition here, at least. Don't want to get into these things blind."

    His ears perk a bit. "You look cute. Warm though. Did you want to get something lighter? I've got some stuff downstairs."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga sees /something/ on the screen. Inga still can't read. She gives Raha a look. "Uh huh...oh, yes, everyone is talking about it--something about theme music. I haven't the slightest," she says with a shrug, moving inside to place the bag down on a table. "I've brought you the baked fish from the Bar and Grill--I ended up there. Saw Staren and a young man that's new to the multiverse," she explains.

She goes completely pink when he says she looks cute. She wrinkles her nose and looks down at herself, grumbling that he needs to get his vision checked.

She sighs. "Yes, I went straight from home to the restaurant, to here. Much warmer here," she admits. She's already developing a sheen.
N'Raha     The catman's eyes crinkle a bit both at the cute little blush, and also the promise of foooooood. He rises up from the Fat Cat and shuffles over towards the table, his tail swishing past Inga's calves as he goes. "Oooooh. I like their fish and taters. It's very crisp." Though he's not stopping to get food. Instead he's heading for one of the lockers against the wall. Notably, it's the locker of one of his retainers, the short human girl. "I think Miss Bitter's uniforms might do, actually." He tosses a bundle of clothes over to the Seer. They're red and white and black. Maelstrom colors, and light enough for working by the sea in the spring, at least. "If she complains, I'll pull rank."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga looks like she doesn't know what to make of being tail-whapped, and looks about as flummoxed when he places clothes into her arms. She presses her lips together sceptically, but heads toward the bathroom to change none-the-less. "I'll clean up a little..."

The water runs for a while, and Inga takes her time changing. Indeed, many minutes pass, and she still hasn't returned from the bathroom. There are sounds of exasperation coming from inside, so clearly she's still in there.
5r More minutes pass...still no Inga.
N'Raha     Raha huffs a bit at Inga's skepticism, but smiles as she shuffles into the bathroom. "Don't worry, there's plenty of food. Thank you, by the way!" He shuffles around to take a piece of fried fish, bting, and then regretting it, trying to reverse blow and cool it off for a long moment or two, before finally being able to chew and then swallow.
    Though, it becomes clear that there's something wrong. Not with the fish, the fish is amazing, but with Inga. He steps over to the bathroom, leans against the wall next to the door, and murmurs. "You okay in there?"
Inga Freyjasdottir "I can't wear this!" she complains through the door. If he thought about it perhaps, he'd realize he'd never seen her in anything shorter than calf-length, and even that was pretty rare.

She opens the door just enough to glare at him. "Are you /trying/ to embarrass me/?" she demands, as if she might think this is some kind of cruel joke.
N'Raha     It takes a moment or two.

    And then Raha's eyes go wide. "Oh. OH! ...Right hold on."

    She slinks back over to the locker again, This time it's a deeper dive into Miss Bitter's clothing, and then... And after a moment, he comes back out with... what appears to be a long sky blue sun dress. "Here, sorry, I forgot. Please forgive me!" A plaintive look, as he hands the cotton dress through the slit.
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga takes the dress. She returns from out of the bathroom a few moments later, red in the face and look decidedly unhappy. She places the other clothes in his arms and limps back to the main room without a word.

She starts making tea, avoiding eye contact. "It's...fine," she says finally. "I realize people think I am old fashioned but I am just...not comfortable," she explains quietly.
N'Raha     Raha takes the clothes... and then frowns a bit at the amount of blushing and grump that Inga is presenting. He takes a breath... and then places theclothes back on the table, moving to squat down next to his Seer. "Than you do not have to wear it, Inga. And I don't..."
    A long breath. "I'm not sure what we're going to be. But I do know I much prefer beign able to make you happy and comfortable, rather than pretty and miserable."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga takes a deep breath, and seems to deflate as she lets it out, the anger and embarrassment flooding out of her. "I'm sorry," she says, leaning toward him slightly. "It has just...it has been a while...and even before..." she sighs. "I am not used to people looking at me in that way," she explains. "I do not mean to be difficult."
N'Raha     A long, slow sigh, and as Inga leans over, Raha returns the motion, a very feline little headbutt with his maybe girlfriend. "Mmmh. It's fine. Want me to go and let you change again? I can finish up the tea?"
Inga Freyjasdottir "No, this is fine," she says. She's comfortable in the sundress. It certainly shows a lot more skin than what she wears at home--but it's COLD at home, almost all the time.

Inga lets out a soft laugh at the feline headbutt, and reaching up to gently stroke his ears in the way that seems to melt all cats. "So, your match. Are you nervous?" she asks, ready to change the subject.
N'Raha     There's a huff of breath from Raha, who does in fact melt a little bit at the touches to his ears, and then lets out a murmur. "Still setting them up. But... yeah, nervous. There's some heavier hitters on the list. I've... well. We've seen what Kord can do, at least."
    He leans against the cabinet next to Inga, but keeps himself in reach of that hand. "The rest I'm still learning about."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga gently pulls him a little closer. "Mmm...there's certainly some powerful people in the multiverse. Worry not, you are one of them. You will do well," she assures him. "You are one of the fiercest warriors I have ever known--and I have known many."
N'Raha     It's a moment as Raha realizes he's being hugged like that, and his face squishes a little bit against Inga's chest. A little moment as he mmmmhs, and then that lion's purr starts in his own chest. "Mmmmmm I'm happy to know that I can stack up against the warriors of eld, dear seer."
    He lifts his head, and noseboops Inga again, affectionately, before trying to step back and get a cup of tea. "I am... I'm okay with that, then."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga laughs softly. "The warriors I knew back then...they would have been amazed to see some of the people here. You'd seem like gods," she replies, letting him go to finish the tea.

"Speaking of powerful people...you seemed pretty on edge when we were in the North talking to those ghosts," she begins.
N'Raha     Raha's teeth grit a little bit as he takes the tea cup and siiiiips. Though, It's hard to be hangry when you're enjoying some lovely lavender ginger tea. "Hnnnrrmf. They were godlings. The energies and aethers they were putting off just... just made my teeth rattle."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga sips her own tea thoughtfully. "How is it different from being around me?" she asks. "My power comes from the divine. Do I make your teeth rattle?" she asks. She doesn't seem put-off or anything, just curious.
N'Raha     "Yes, Inga, I'm aware, but you're not just...woooosh with it." Raha huffs and puffs a little bit, and makes a little burst with his hand right beetween his eyes where that Solar mark flared up. "You're not there being all 'I'm a god, please pay attention to me."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga chuckles, shaking her head. "No, I am not all woooosh with it. I am not exactly above using my abilities when needed though. Sometimes you have to play on people's expectations to get the desires result. I think that is all they were doing. I understand, with the way things are in your world that it puts you on edge," she responds.

"Generally, I fade to the background however," she adds, then huffs. "....They called me an old woman."
N'Raha     Raha, for his part, manages to wilt a little bit at that. "Yes, I suppose I am more than a little biased against people trying to control others in that way.... even if they weren't doing it directly like they do back home."
    A beat. "Also you're not old." Sip. "Well. Not physically."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga nods in understanding. "It is not quite the same, but I understand," she says, a little worried that someday she'll do something he disapproves of. Or that she'd already probably done plenty of things he disapproved of.

Gods, how she wishes they could just give this awkward phase a skip.

She smiles as she lifts her tea to her lips. "No, not physically. I'm only several months old, physically," she laughs. "Or something like that. I don't understand how it all works," she says with a slight roll of her eyes.

Inga clears her throat. She has a question. "Did you uh....did you tell Staren what happened with...with Harry?" she asks.
N'Raha     There's a huff. "I mean, not even with you dying on occasion." He waves a hand and then goes into a full sulky squat next to Inga, his tail swish swishing under the cradenza.
    That said though, his ears do perk a bit. "Staren? No? I do't think I did. But I think he's... pretty smart. Actually, that's all I think he is. Brains and no sense to use them, frankly." A quirk of an ear. "Did he mention something about Ser Dresden?"
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga shakes her head, lips pursing. "He's been acting a little strange around me. I got the impression he knew...its no matter," she says, waving it off. He probably put the pieces together. It isn't as though she'd be angry if he did, anyway. "Don't worry about it," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder.