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[felinemystique]

Characters: Bastet (felinemystique) and Throne (child_proteus)
Date/Time: BACKDATED Friday, September 26, mid morning
Location: Bastet's room
Rating: PG-13 for likely language
Summary: Throne comes by to visit Bastet after their argument the previous night.

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[felinemystique]

Bastet blinked at Throne's voice coming through the door--well, that would certainly save her a trip later. "Yeah, kiddo, I'm sure," she said, standing and moving to the door. She normally would have let him come in on his own, but she wanted to make sure he knew she was actively welcoming him into her home.

He looked hesitant and determined all at once; she wanted to reach out and give him a reassuring pat, but wasn't sure how it would be received. In the end, she just moved back, leaving the door open as she moved further into the room. It was tidy for the most part, with the exception of the still-rumpled bed. Sniper was the one who cared if it was made, but since she'd still been in bed when he left, it meant the bed was staying unmade today.

"Have a seat," she said, motioning towards the table. "I was just making tea--I'll get you a cup." Even if he didn't drink it, something told her that offering the tea was necessary as another show of welcome. She moved towards her tea supplies, grabbing another cup and returning to her seat at the low table.

[child_proteus]

Throne shuffled in quietly after Bastet, making a point to shut the door behind him as quietly and carefully as possible. It'd been a while since he'd visited her last -- properly visited her. Between invasions and hurricane and air conditioners up in Section Four, more often then not they found themselves meeting up in the Marketplace or at the Access Point or on his home turf. So be here, in Bastet's home -- newly re-made, freshly furnished, with her things tucked here and there, the proof of her life in the Sphere -- it made Throne slightly uncomfortable, like he was trespassing into a place he no longer should have access to.

Because as small as Want had thought their argument had been, Throne could still feel how bad it had made him felt -- her refusal to listen or even continue the conversation like some kind of rejection. And as bad as Bastet's pulling away had made him feel, Throne felt even worse about the fact that he'd been the one who'd caused it.

So as he sat there quietly at her table, looking up at her with quick, timid glances before staring hard at his hands which sat folded on the table in front of him. "Thanks," he said quietly, knowing already that, even though tea wasn't really his thing, he would force himself to drink it anyways. "You, uh, you sleep okay?"

Stupid question.

[felinemystique]

As Bastet moved around readying the tea, she could feel Throne's nervousness, completely different from their normal comfortable, playful interactions. "Oh, I slept fine, thanks." This was wrong, this awkwardness between them. "This is lemon ginger tea," she said calmly, pushing his cup forward. "So maybe you'll like it better than green or black tea." She'd noticed he mostly seemed to drink tea to be polite; hopefully this was different enough for him to be able to enjoy it.

Instead of returning to her seat across from him, she moved one seat over so she was sitting next to him, her legs folded in front of her. She decided to take the chance--if he pulled away, he pulled away.

Bastet lifted her hand, placing it on his head and threading her fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry I upset you." She could say that with complete honesty, even if they wound up ultimately disagreeing on other things.