#dwellving

steps in circles in a too-slow attempt to mimic her movement. he could try harder to match, but enthusiasm is not a strong suit. a better topic would be the functionality of dwell’s sprinting-- is she happy to see him? lovecraft can decide to think so. (that would be welcome.)

   the slow click he hears at his front door is subtle , but more than enough to interrupt his reading. however calm the detective acts , he is always hyperaware of his surroundings -- perhaps on impulse , if anything , considering his very lifestyle is being aware of everything that goes on around him.

   his expression does not change , sans the slow arch of a brow as he watches a familiar young woman walk in with a box in her arms.   “  dwell. what is that ?  ”   ayatsuji speaks , but he’s given no response as she disappears once more out the door. it’s left open , leaving cold air of the winter filtering into his heated office. page bookmarked , the blonde sets his book aside and forces himself out of his chair with a sigh. that girl ... he really doesn’t understand her actions at times.

   she’s ridiculous , in every sense of the word. perhaps just as much as the other people he frequently deals with.

   “  did you not hear me ? i said -----  ”   she trots past with yet another box , hair bouncing as she moves with every step , and once more she’s out the door. a brow twitches in annoyance towards being ignored , huffing through his nose before he turns his attention towards where she’s chosen to stack her boxes.

   what was she even bringing inside ?

   he moves to kneel in front of the boxes , opening the top most one and giving a deadpan as he plucks out a ... sweater ? why was she ...

   on further inspection , as it turns out , the box is full of nothing but embarrassing cat sweaters. genuinely , the man is speechless -- which is an accomplishment in itself when he’s so used to speaking his mind. ayatsuji’s mind draws a blank as he stares , only moving his head to look at the smaller when she comes back with the next box.

   the blonde blinks -- once , twice , then thrice. dwell does the same , before signing :  HAPPY BIRTHDAY and moving once more out the door.

   “  ----- hah ?  ”

   ... happy birthday ... right , his birthday was today , wasn’t it ?

   he stands to his feet then , still holding onto the sweater in his grasp , only watching in silence now as dwell brings in box after box. the homicide detective counts 20 overall by the time she’s done , closing the door at last and looking up at him expectantly -- dare he say she’s sparkling , all too proud of herself ?

   ayatsuji stares back , silence passing between them before , at last , he seems to acquiesce : a sigh slips his lips , an free hand moves to rest atop her head gently.

   “  thank you , dwell.  ”

   dwell’s response is as enthusastic as they can be for her , and she soon responds herself :  [ are you going to put one on? ]

   “  ... right now ?  ”

   [ yes. ]

   ... but tsujimura would be arriving soon -- is what he’d like to say , but she seems intent on staring him down until he gives in. so he does , just this once , because he supposes it’s surprising someone thinks of his birthday before he does himself.   “  fine.  ”

   and so ayatsuji goes , out the room to put on the sweater brought just for him.

what a lovely visitor she has here -- one so very lovely indeed , she can’t hold back her enthusiasm at all ! nari smiles pleasantly at dwell , fingers running through her hair as she acquiesces to her silent demand. though a bit frayed , the texture still holds its own pleasantness she adores. in a way , it reminds her a bit of faronon’s hair ----- though the ends of his were always charred by his spells and couldn’t be compared to hydronis , she loved it regardless.

( she is , of course , a girl who loves many things. people , animals , the earth itself ; nature’s little princess in every sense of the word. )

surely that’s the reason why somewhere in between petting dwell’s head and plucking nearby flowers , soon enough a flower crown is placed upon the other’s head with a smile , causing the blonde to wave her hands in presentation of the item.

“ there we go. you look even lovelier than usual , dwell ! ”

cute things time

Utterly catlike (as she always seems to be), Dwell makes herself completely at home by flopping across Lovecraft’s lap in the aloof, airy way cats do. She does not act as if this is strange in the slightest. Lovecraft can respect that.

He’ll permit her behaviour, since he’s gotten used to Dwell and thinks of her largely as a weirdly-shaped persian. A hand reaches up and lays on her head-- or the vague vicinity of the top of her head, Lovecraft does this with some wariness that he’s going to end up patting a stray curl of hair. (Is this is what it’s like when he leans on people, too? Probably.)

Pat, pat.