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[noasark]

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[noasark]

The pool is warm, yes...not sure about playing any pool games, but... [He stands up, and he stretches.]

It is warm, so a swim sounds fine...~

[Well look at the bounce that put back in his attitude huh!]

[knifemonopoly]

Then, let's go!

[Atem picks up the food he brought, and he'll follow Noa down for swims.

Pools are good. Especially pretty ones, that don't just feel nice to hang out in but also look nice. It's calming. It's nice for cooling off in the summer and staying warm in winter...

...and, it's cheered Noa up, which is gratifying. As they walk, he'll explain further:]

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be athletic. There's guessing games, and word-games...

[noasark]

[To the pool!! To the pool..!!! He'll slide right on in and float for a bit. Like a strange otter or something...] Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

That's going to turn into some version of Telephone if I decide to sink...

[knifemonopoly]

Don't sink before you've eaten. This is AAA-grade tuna.

[He pauses in stripping down to his shorts to shake the bag he brought with him. Snacks, Noa.]

[noasark]

Mrrr-p-

[Alright you have his attention-] ..............the snacks are tuna?

[THE SNACKS ARE TUNA!?!?!! AAAAA??]

[knifemonopoly]

Heh heh.

The snacks are tuna!

[Seared tuna, Noa.]

I was serious about cheering you up.

[Atem pulls his undershirt off, and steps into the pool, leaving the bag by the edge. Ah...it's warm....

He's forgotten about the knife scars all over his chest and the ugly, ugly burns on his back, for now. He's too delighted by the warm water and watching Noa's pupils go round.]

[noasark]

[He is getting right over there- and politely not addressing the knife scars and such, let's not make this a terrible day- but he's rolling back onto his front and kitty-paddling.] I'll have to eat that on the side, I don't want fish in the pool-

[There is a protesting squeak, as Squirt the dewott starts charging over from the pet-pile that had been in the living room. He knew he smelled something, he Knew it.]

....

...Well some in the pool is fine I suppose...

['Dew-dew-dewott!!!']

[knifemonopoly]

What the hell--!

[Atem is going to snatch up the plate with vampire speed and hold it up out of the....ninja otter's....reach. He'll float up a few extra feet with his mist if he has to.]

This is monster tuna! Not blue-otter tuna! You get some if Noa says so. Don't be greedy!

[He has no idea if his scolding can be understood.]

[noasark]

DeeeeeEEEEE....

You can have one piece, [Noa hums rather kindly, already using a paw to gently calm the otter down.] ...And then you leave us alone for a bit, alright?

WwwWWoooOO!

[Well that's certainly a happy otter- and if the earlier brief sadness was any sign, he definitely understood that scolding.]

[knifemonopoly]

[Atem pulls a fork out of the bag, spears one of the tuna pieces, and judiciously holds it out to the....critter. He might be in his underwear, half in a pool, and covered in gnarly scars, but he is still arbiter of tuna justice, doer of snack ma'at, and the tuna is passed to the otter with the same, fitting gravitas.

Noa sure has a lot of pets...]

[noasark]

[Indeed he does. And one must wonder how many were in possession of someone else to begin with.

The blue otter claps his hands together, and bows steeply- he is nothing short of respectful to the arbiter of tuna justice!! After his bow he takes his piece of tuna and...well, scampers off to the other end of the pool like the otter he is. Of course.

Noa shakes his head and goes for his own tuna now.] The pool is normally his domain, so I should have expected that. He doesn't get out much, now that Touya has been gone.

[For years, he doesn't say.]

[knifemonopoly]

He's polite enough when he wants to be!

[The Dewott's manners have earned him sincere, if stern, approval.]

How many people's pets are you looking after, Noa?

[noasark]

Egle and Hyde were all mine to begin with, as was Tyst. Squirt I took in after Touya vanished. Newf after Judai did...technically I'm also looking after Bladedge, but...

[The manticore trails off.] ...Even if their owners and partners vanished, I'm not going to leave them to the wilds here.

[knifemonopoly]

Right, I think I met Bladedge, when Judai was walking him...

[Atem takes one piece of tuna for himself, careful to eat it over the side, not over the water. It'd be very unappetizing to drop it, and a waste of really good tuna.]

Have you thought about putting them up for adoption...? If they're too much for one manticore to manage, there might be other monsters who'd be willing to look after them.

[noasark]

[Ah....yes, Judai and his wagon for the magikarp...

Noa snorts- but then immediately huffs, rejecting the idea immediately.] No.

Squirt is too smart for that- they're not on the same level as normal animals, and besides, he's been here for years. The other three were mine to begin with, and Newf...

[...Well.] ...Frankly Newf looks after me if anything. ...Besides. How can I know if whoever takes them in won't just...disappear as well?

[knifemonopoly]

Well...as long as they're not too much. You need space to keep them, and they're used to living here...

...but, you get lonely when you're up here on your own, don't you? It'd be nice, if you lived closer...people hang out on the roof of the 38-8, or in the rec room downstairs. And even if you don't run into anybody, it's not lonely at all, because there's always somebody home.

[noasark]

Of course. I paid for this place to be what it is, [he huffs- the cat almost prideful in tone.] ...The entire point was for it to be somewhere safe from...everything that keeps happening here, and it's worked.

[....

It's worked, alone here, in a literal tower of glass meant to be ignored.]

...I would hardly be able to get all of this put into a normal apartment you know, [he mutters, grumbling. But then, Atem probably knows that it's not something he'll agree to immediately in any situation.]

[knifemonopoly]

No, but...

...there's no reason you couldn't live in one part of the time. You can come back here, if you don't feel safe -- a day or two before the mid month fog is good -- and you can stay in the apartments when you're lonely.

[noasark]

Hmmm.

[There is merit to what Atem is saying. The periods of extreme incident can be predicted, to a point, so he'd at least be able to take a guess and get back home. It's not something he's considered, though.

It's not something he's been offered.]

...I'll think about it, [he determines quietly.] ...For now however... ...thank you, for offering Atem.