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Roxy’s apartment seems an interesting place, Aradia ponders to herself as she steps over what appear to be the remains of a dead possum to get to the fridge. Never what she expects, she muses, taking out a can of Pepsi and cracking it open with a hiss. The bubbles hit her tongue and she relaxes, enjoying the sweet carbonation.
Dave is. Sitting on top of the fridge. Well it’s more laying in a little ball taking a tap… since it’s warm. And it vibrates. He’s purring in his sleep, ears all drooped.
Wh- Huh. She hadn’t really processed the sleeping ball of top of the fridge since it’s pretty high up, but now she’s realised that there’s something there. Aradia reaches up on tiptoe to give a good scratch behind the ears.
He purrs in his sleep, eventually rousing and, bashing his head against the low ceiling. Fuck. Ow.
Aradia snaps her hand back with a giggle, snickering into the pepsi can as she takes a drink. “I’m liking this new look for you, Dave! Very …. unusual. If perhaps a little fetishistic.”
He grumbles and slides off the fridge, somehow managing to stick the landing and stretch out. “Shut up, its stupid and I hate it nya……” And with that he swiftly turns to the fridge and stuffs some fruit in his mouth. Hatred.
There’s a splutter of Pepsi nearly being spewed and the can is lowered, the reaper looking at him with wide, excitement filled eyes. “Wh-…. What did you just say? Nya?”
He just, shakes his head, and slowly moves to slink out of the room.
Shhhit. Aradia gets a brief pang of fear that he’d leave, intense feelings of isolation washing back over her. “I-I was hoping we could, we could maybe talk for a while? It’s um, it’s been quiet.” She holds tightly onto the can in her hand, watching him.
He narrows his eyes and finishes the fruit. “Promise not to bring that up and we can hang, yeah.”
“Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!” She grins, a little relieved now. “Well, maybe not. But I won’t mention it again.”














