I like... being taken care of and not having to talk or think. Or not think like I usually do. I feel everyone around me constantly. Their fears, terrible things that happened to them or the people they know or the people who know people they know. Everything's so loud, and I have to push back against it constantly. Even then, things come through. When I'm playing a cat, it's like I can turn down the volume and I don't have to fight as hard not to Know. I don't have to feel stressed about doing the right thing next. And I'm not as hungry, or I am, but I'm not thinking about it? Everything's just overwhelming all the time, and it's... simpler.
If you tell anyone about this, I will say I'll never talk to you again, but probably I'll talk to you again.
Good. I'm all right with teasing, but I don't like more than that. Certainly not in public.
[Wonderful. Christ. Could he not spill all of his bizarre secrets at once? Although, he's not sure how to feel about Peter saying this isn't actually uncommon. It feels uncommon. He feels a bit like a freak.]
Yes, I gathered as much. The fact you didn't take more advantage of the situation is part of why I trust you more than some other people here.
[Peter has pushed his luck enough with pursuing the line of conversation that pertains to what Jon enjoys. Even if he tucks the knowledge away for the future.]
To be fair, I didn't feel there was much I could do with your inability to tell the truth. But I'm glad to hear that.
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I haven't seen, actually. But now at least I'll be on the lookout.
It's always something, isn't it?
So. What DO you enjoy about being treated like a cat?
[Just because he really likes you doesn't mean he's not sometimes a shit, Jon.]
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I swear to god, Morrigan!
I like... being taken care of and not having to talk or think.
Or not think like I usually do.
I feel everyone around me constantly.
Their fears, terrible things that happened to them or the people they know or the people who know people they know.
Everything's so loud, and I have to push back against it constantly.
Even then, things come through.
When I'm playing a cat, it's like I can turn down the volume and I don't have to fight as hard not to Know.
I don't have to feel stressed about doing the right thing next.
And I'm not as hungry, or I am, but I'm not thinking about it?
Everything's just overwhelming all the time, and it's... simpler.
If you tell anyone about this, I will say I'll never talk to you again, but probably I'll talk to you again.
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sorry not sorryBut still:]
I promise I won't tell anyone. I'm not actually interested in humiliating you, Jon.
In any event, none of that is particularly uncommon, you know. At least, the bits about giving over control and things getting quieter as a result.
[And, on a completely different note!]
You know, this situation is what I ASSUMED was happening when I first met you.
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I'm all right with teasing, but I don't like more than that.
Certainly not in public.
[Wonderful. Christ. Could he not spill all of his bizarre secrets at once? Although, he's not sure how to feel about Peter saying this isn't actually uncommon. It feels uncommon. He feels a bit like a freak.]
Yes, I gathered as much.
The fact you didn't take more advantage of the situation is part of why I trust you more than some other people here.
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To be fair, I didn't feel there was much I could do with your inability to tell the truth.
But I'm glad to hear that.
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I need to just have useless status effects come over me, and I'll be forever safe from the likes of Morrigan Prince.
[Jon huffs to himself.]
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And here I thought I was singular.
In any event. I think at this point you're safe from ME either way.
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The man beneath them is, though.
Entirely singular.
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Thank you, Jon.
[He absolutely is preening a little bit about Jon calling him singular. All the more so because it is the truth.]
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You're welcome.
I'm going to attempt to die from embarrassment now, if that's all?
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But yes. That's all.
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Goodbye, Morrigan.