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[aforethought]

WHO: Assorted + Various
WHAT: Catch em all
WHEN: Thedas April
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: HMU if you want one, etc.

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[overharrowed]

Julius is generally a fairly light sleeper, though he's been working longer hours than he should lately. His transition from sleep to waking is, therefore, a bit slower than it might have been at first, and his groggy brain registers the dog and then gives him a bit of shake, and he's abruptly sitting up before he gets all the way from a person in the room to a person in particular that he has met before.

Instead of saying anything instantly, he gives Petrana's shoulder a gentle but firm shake.

[ipseite]

He is met, initially, with a sleepy grumble—Petrana is something of a morning person, but that doesn't mean not being resistant to being woken by something other than her own internal clock. It takes a moment or two longer for her to push her hair from her eyes (and there's a great deal of it, a mess that she should have braided before she slept but—), and then:

“Melys?”

She has questions, of course, and why are you in here watching us sleep should be one of them, but her first reaction is simple pleasure—the relief of reunion. The blankets are flung aside, perhaps a bit more enthusiastically than Julius might appreciate, dragging a sheet off around herself for some semblance of modesty,

Melys has seen her undressed, it's fine,

and flinging her arms around both friend and mildly startled elderly dog.

[aforethought]

She grins at Julius.

And then Petra's up, and she claps a palm up around, to tangle at hair and shoulder in turn.

"Watch your tits," Is a half-hearted mumble. "Gonna get one in his eye."

The dog's probably used to that too. Slumped in a chair like a pile of limbs, oughtn't be any way to relax further, but something in the angles of her face eases for the contact.

"Reckon you two lasted then."

crashing back in, ty for your patience

[overharrowed]

"So far so good," Julius said, faintly, deeply unsure what is even happening and thus unsure how to respond to it. (His brain has, at least, caught up to probably not an immediate threat, and it should maybe worry him that it's always the first place it goes... but then again, nearly 40 years in Thedas hasn't suggested to him it's an unfounded concern.)

"Have you been back long?" he adds, after a brief pause, because he feels he needs to say something else.

[ipseite]

“You can't have been,” Petrana says, at once, settling herself comfortably in the pile of women and dog, too pleased by Melys's evidently safe return to immediately query what, precisely, she's doing in Julius's room at this hour of the night. It had become natural for Melys to make free with hers, and she has made free with his, and so—

“You've come at once?” —lilting into a question, as if she expects a particular answer.

You two lasted, and her still sleep-fogged brain summons up a memory of the last time (also the first time) the three of them had been in a room together, and just as suddenly sets it aside again.

This is a reunion, and she's glad.