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Cabaletta, First Stanza

it is about midday in Thebes, which means that the light from the Mirror is fading and the sky has taken on a deep azure twilight. Stars are visible above that dance in complicated prophetic constellations, and the faint scents of spices and myrrh waft through the streets of Thebes as the activity has not quite wound down for the lull before the next Dawn. Torches and braziers flicker and cast fitful light throughout the city, with the firelight cast spectacularly upon the brightly colored frescoes that decorate the obelisks and walls and buildings. In the balmy night air, curtains of silk and muslin and cotton waft in the breeze, and at times it feels like one can feel the entire city for one brief moment.

One of the slightly taller buildings, near the hostel and Winter consulate but not near the city center of activity, has a modest bower that overlooks the city, and from here one has a grand view of the well-lit bazaar and the plaza, where couples and groups are gathering, slipping away, conversing and haggling still, meeting with others or slipping off into more private environs. The bower here is open to the night air, and a cooling breeze dances about it.

Mikal leans her elbows on the wall circling the rooftop garden, and sighs softly, her chin in her hands. Dreamily she murmurs to Raphael -- who has his front paws on the wall and is looking down in alert interest, "Aren't the ladies in their pretty dresses lovely, Raph? Like flowers in the breeze... wish I had a pretty dress..."

From behind Mikal, just a couple of feet away, Jareth's familiar voice murmurs, "You could have a pretty dress, Mikal. You're good at creating things here."

Mikal jumps a bit startledly, then grins guiltily as she glances over her shoulder at Jareth. "I guess so... but I don't know what I'd do with it, you know? There aren't any festival days to wear it to, and I wouldn't-" she cuts off, blushing suddenly, then hastily looks away, "I, uh... yeah... uh, look, isn't that a pretty one there?!" She points over the wall.

Jareth steps up to the wall, on the other side of Mikal from Raph, and crosses his arms on the wall, looking down into the streets. The ladies in their dresses are indeed quite a lovely sight. He's had rather a hard time not staring like a yokel. He watches where Mikal's pointing and smiles, "She is certainly a beauty. But why would you need any other reason than wanting to feel lovely?"

Mikal sounds surprised, "She is?" then hastily collects herself, "Uh, yeah! Yes, she is." She stares carefully, then adds a bit shyly, "Um... which one again?"

Jareth laughs and shakes his head, "It doesn't matter. Why wouldn't you want to just have something pretty just to have it, Mikal? A lady needs to pamper herself sometimes."

Mikal gives Jareth a shy glance from behind her bangs while he's not looking at her, then studies the little group of laughing, pretty young girls carefully until they turn a corner and are out of sight. She sighs softly again, resting her chin on her fists, and answers amusedly, "Come on, Jarr. We both know I'm not a lady."

Jareth thinks about that carefully and steps back about a half-step to let his eyes slide up and down Mikal, considering her for a moment, "You may not be vaporish and overly cultured, but you're a lady." He grins broadly, "You're most definitely a woman."

Mikal nods and sighs, "Adult female, yes. Not a lady, though." She waves a hand at some of the mortals down below, "Even if I was wearing those clothes, I'd look as out of place as Raphael would, you know?" She grins a bit ruefully at Jareth, "I wouldn't know what to say, or how to move, or what." She watches the graceful ladies promenading along with their gentlemen friends, and adds amusedly, "Heck, if there was a man with me I suspect I'd stammer and step on the edge of my dress and tear it, you know? And then I'd have to run away." She rolls her eyes amusedly, still grinning, "And then Da would laugh and point out none of those ladies would last five minutes in the forest, of course!" Raphael snorts amusedly, dropping down to all fours and pacing off to curl up relaxedly under a small potted tree.

Jareth turns around so that he's leaning back against the wall, elbows resting on it, head tipped as he listens to Mikal. He's still grinning, "You talk to me just fine. And I'm a man. You could just try the dress to see if you like wearing it. You don't think they just magically knew how to walk in those clothes do you? It's like dancing, you just have to practice. Sometimes you just need a good teacher."

Mikal glances sideways at Jareth from where she's resting her arms on the wall, and laughs. "Of course you're a man, Jareth! But you're pack -- and I already know you're only interested in pretty girls, silly." She pauses, struck by a thought, then hesitatingly adds, "Although... it might be nice to at least learn... I mean, so I don't fall over immediately or anything?" She glances hopefully at Jareth, "That'd make sense, don't you think?"

Jareth's brows go up at Mikal's protestions and he blinks at her. Does she really think she's unattractive? He reaches over and brushes her hair off her forehead and says, "I think it would make a lot of sense, little rabbit. And what's this about me only being interested in pretty girls? Do you think you're ugly?"

Mikal looks a bit startled at the unexpected touch, then smiles at Jareth, "Nono, I don't think I'm ugly. But I'm not like the girls you like. They're all..." she frowns, absently gnawing on her lower lip as she thinks, "all... like confident-like, you know? Like they know what to do."

Jareth's lips quirk up in an amused grin, "Have you seen every girl I've ever flirted with Mikal?" He thinks about that and laughs, "Well, you probably have seen a fair few, haven't you? I like all sorts of girls. And women. They're all different. Like the flowers you were talking about. Roses are lovely and smell sweet, but so do those wild violets that grow back in the forest."

Mikal nods relaxedly, brushing her windblown hair out of her face, "Almost all, yup."

Jareth wonders, for just a moment, just how much of his flirtation Mikal has seen. He tilts his head as he considers that and then, "But we're off track. Why not make yourself a pretty dress? I'd love to see you in it."

Mikal considers a moment. Dawn will arrive soon, so she doesn't have to worry about any mistakes sticking around too long. If it's truly awful she can always pull on her change of clothes in the backpack. She glances around consideringly... don't seem to be many folks around up here on the roof either -- most everyone's down in the bazaar or having dinner. She perks up and grins, abruptly straightening, "You know... why not? Raph, let me know if anyone's coming up here, please?" She closes her eyes, thinking... then shakes her head and turns to look out over the bannister again for inspiration. Her voice is musing, "Let's see... what's a pretty one..."

Jareth shifts so that he's right beside Mikal, his body brushing hers just slightly, and lets his eyes slide over the lovelies in their provocative gowns. He'd actually come up here to stay out of trouble, not knowing the local customs. One catches his eye in a color that would flatter Mikal and he points it out, "That one."

Mikal blinks a bit uncertainly -- then takes a deep breath. "All right! I'll try. Moment..." She closes her eyes and concentrates, holding the image of the woman's outfit as clearly in her mind as she can.

Jareth waits for Mikal's creation to come into being. He didn't choose a particularly modest dress, but he was mostly aiming for color and he's fairly certain that Mikal's shyness will keep her from showing him too much of herself.

Mikal opens one eye cautiously to squint at Jareth, her voice uncertain, "Did I... did it work?" Although she doesn't realize it yet, her will has indeed succeeded in re-creating a facsimile of what she's been watching on the street below. The tiny woman has her hair restrained by a wide, bead decorated band tied in the back. The ends flow loose, along with her hair, which falls in rippling waves down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are darkened with kohl, and delicately inscribed henna decorates her small hands. Her dress is a single piece wrapped in the Theban style: vertically pleated, almost sheer white silk, which causes it to cling form-fittingly about her slender body -- it's clear Mikal is as lean and muscled as a whippet. The young woman's dress is set off by a wide, decorated golden pectoral beautifully inlaid with lapis, jet, and malachite, and matching bracelets and anklets. A sweet-scented scarlet flower is tucked behind one small ear, and her feet are bare.

Jareth stares open-mouthed for a moment and has to clear his throat a couple of times before he manages to say, "It.. ah... it worked. It definitely worked." He's been aware, of course, that Mikal was lean and strong and of the general shape of her body because she dresses to be practical and that means breeches. But, somehow, the dress and the adornments put all those lovely lean lines into a different context and the roguish goatherd finds himself suddenly wondering if he'd get slapped if he tried to kiss his friend.

Mikal opens the other eye, looking relieved. She looks down cautiously at herself, "How'd it come... oh... wow, this is pretty!" She sounds surprised.

Jareth grins, taking Mikal's own moment of surprise to gather his wits around him. He reaches out to tip her chin upward to look at her face, "Of course it's pretty. And you're pretty in it." One corner of his mouth is turned up impishly and he leans in just a little bit, giving Mikal a chance to lean away if she realizes what he's about to do. His appreciative nature has taken over and he figures a slap will be worth it.

Mikal blushes at Jareth's praise -- then blinks blankly up at Jareth, wondering what he's doing. Worriedly she brushes a hand lightly over her forehead, "Do I have something funny on my face or something?"

Jareth grins and shakes his head, saying quietly, "No, nothing on your forehead." Since she's not pulling back actively, he closes the distance and lets his lips brush over hers. It's not an aggressive kiss, more a testing. He's not trying in the least bit to keep her in place, even the hand on her chin is more just a touch.

Mikal is still looking puzzled -- until her eyes flick up as Jareth gets even closer. She freezes abruptly as Jareth's lips touch hers, a tiny, startled squeak coming from her. Jareth can see her stormy-gray eyes are huge, staring up at him in shock, and her lips are parted. It doesn't occur to her to move; in fact, she can't seem to think of anything at all! Isn't this the type of thing Jareth does with the girls he has sex with? Why's he doing it with her?!

Jareth leans back from Mikal a little bit, brows drawn together. She's looking more than a little nervous and he wants to make sure she's OK. Stroking a hand over her hair, he asks, "Did I scare you, Mikal?" There's genuine concern there. He's had a lot of reactions to kisses, but turning into a statue isn't one he remembers.

Mikal blinks a couple of times, remembering to breath -- she takes a huge, gasping breath, swaying slightly... then she nods mutely to Jareth. Her eyes are still huge as she confusedly asks, "Wh-what are you d-d-doing, Jareth?" She knows there are more things she should say, although she can't remember them. She's watched Jareth with a lot of girls, after all -- you're supposed to say stuff, she's sure of it! ...just... not what it is, just now. It's quite possible, after all, that she's seen all Jareth's, er... paramours, even though she has no way of knowing for sure.

Jareth chuckles a little and rests his hand on her shoulder, reluctant to stop touching her, "Kissing a pretty girl. That's what you said I did, right? Kiss pretty girls?" He puts on a serious face for a moment, "I won't if you don't want me to, of course. I don't push in where I'm not wanted."

Mikal blinks a few more times at Jareth, utterly confused. This... is not making sense. Does he think she's someone else? Carefully she says, "J-Jareth... this is Mikal -- I'm Mikal." Suddenly curious, she adds, "Who did you think I was?" She wracks her brains, trying to think of which girl she's seen him with might be the one he's currently confusing with her.

Jareth laughs and nods, "Of course you're Mikal. I didn't think you were anyone else. I know you, little rabbit." He takes a deep breath and lets his hand drop from her shoulder. This might be her way of letting him know she didn't like the kiss. That, in itself, is a little puzzling to him.

Mikal tilts her head confusedly, studying her packmate carefully, "But th-then... but if you knew it was me... wh-wh-why d-d-d-did you k-k-k..." She stops, clenching her eyes shut with concentration, and her hands into fists, as she takes a deep breath and bursts out, "k-kiss me!" Her voice comes out louder than she expects, and she turns beet red, glancing around almost guiltily to see if anyone else heard. Just Raphael, she hopes!

Jareth is just as puzzled as Mikal in his own way and he puts his head on one side, then it occurs to him. It's possible she's just not interested. "Because I wanted to. You look lovely in your pretty dress and your lips look very sweet." He starts to reach to brush his thumb against her bottom lip, stopping with his hand not quite there. He smiles quietly, shrugging, "You look lovely in your own clothes, too, but in that you're just... breathtaking."

Both hands go up, palm out in a placating gesture, "I don't want to offend you, though. You're my friend and... well... sometimes I get a little ahead of myself."

Mikal blinks blankly at Jareth again. This is still not really making sense to her. All her life she's resigned herself to being on the outside looking in, except for her pack -- and even there she's known her packmates would bring their mates into the pack. One does not, after all, mate with one's emotional siblings, however much you might think it'd be wonderful to be so loved. She nods slowly once at Jareth's appeasing statement, her expression still confused as she asks, "Uh... all right. How can you get ahead of yourself, though?"

Mikal blinks as something registers -- Jareth does like her! He called her his friend! She mentally hugs that thought close, and hopes he doesn't get upset with her over her slowness.

Jareth shrugs and leans back against the wall, watching Mikal's face and hoping he hasn't done something to make her very unhappy with him, "Well... I guess that's hard to explain. I just mean sometimes I let my urges get the best of me." He grins brightly for a second, his normal guileless smile, "I mean, I've thought about kissing you before, of course."

Mikal looks utterly boggled, "You have? Me?!" A moment later she adds confusedly, "Why? You only kiss girls you want to have sex with!"

Jareth isn't quite so taken-aback as he might have been with another girl using such blunt language. Mikal, after all, doesn't have the ways of the village girls. He chuckles quietly, "Well... I guess that's true, isn't it?"

Jareth quickly adds, "But like I said before, I don't push in where I'm not wanted. I might steal a kiss here or there, but if it's not welcome, I don't try it again. And I've kissed girls that I didn't have sex with."

Mikal nods absently, considering his words, "Good point. There was Gayla, and M'liss." She frowns thoughtfully, "That's it, though, I think."

Jareth considers for a moment and says, "Was it... did you not like it?" Jareth isn't at all used to feeling uncertain when it comes to matters of the heart. Or at least of the libido, and he wants desperately to figure out what he did wrong.

Mikal turns this new idea over carefully in her head: Jareth might want to have sex with her. No, Jareth must actually want to have sex with her! The idea makes her feel funny inside, like she's been running too long and is dizzy. She puts a small hand on the bannister to keep her balance, and adds faintly, "D-does this... this means..." She blinks, distracted by his words -- and completely unaware he might be at all startled to hear she knows exactly how many girls he hasn't had sex with, that he's kissed! "Wh-wha... oh, no!" She blushes hotly, the fingers of one hand coming up to very lightly touch her lips, wondering why she feels so tingly inside -- like she does when she's watching or listening to Jareth having sex with one of the girls. Hmm... maybe she shouldn't think about that just now! Hastily she continues, "N-no, no, but I want a mate like Da had, you know? And you -- y-you, you d-don't want a mate, I think?"

Mikal adds in explanation, "You're a honeybee, not a raptor-wolf, you know?"

Jareth ahhs, smiling a bit crookedly. She's right about his nature. He's not quite ready to do that whole settling down bit. There's just too many sweet flowers still. He looks up at the sky, thinking hard about that and trying to get various parts of his body under his control, like his heart and other vascular organs, "Wwwwwell... I don't want a mate. Yet. I've never seen why it's a bad thing to enjoy yourself with more than one person before you settle down with your mate."

Mikal nods in agreement, looking out over the bazaar again -- it doesn't make her feel weirdly tingly inside like looking at Jareth does, and it doesn't remind her of how soft Jareth's lips were -- like the lips of a baby foal, almost -- wait, not thinking about that! Uhmmm... lots of lights in the bazaar at night, yep! "Uh, m-me either, really, but it has to be something you enjoy, I think? Da says -- er, said," she sounds a bit forlorn for a moment, then resolutely continues, "s-says honeybees never settle down... a-and that I'm just a wolf at heart." She adds reassuringly, "Don't worry, though -- packs can grow. I know Raph and Norris will bring their mates to the pack eventually."

Jareth's voice sounds a little sad as he reaches out and touches Mikal's cheek again, "Should I not kiss you again, then? I'd really like to, but I'll say it again, I won't go where I'm not wanted. And I wouldn't want to hurt a friend."

Mikal looks up at Jareth and smiles a bit wistfully, "It was n-nice, Jarr." She looks down suddenly, feeling her insides getting all melty and realizing it would be very easy to forget herself staring into Jareth's pretty eyes. She lightly touches her lips again as she softly continues, "R-really nice... b-b-but I d-d- I d-d-don't w-want to be j-just another forgotten f-f-flower, you know? I w-w-wuh-" She takes a deep breath again, squeezing her eyes shut as she makes herself speak as clearly as she can, "I w-w- I w-want to be special to someone!"

Jareth moves to wrap his arms around Mikal. She is, after all, his friend first and he hates to see anyone feeling unhappy. "Oh, little rabbit. I wouldn't want to hurt you for the world. So, if you want me to, I'll behave myself. I..." He thinks about this next part very, very carefully, "You are special to me. And I promise you that I haven't forgotten a single flower I've visited. And I try to make sure they have nice memories of me. I like women. I think women are... amazing. And I'd be honored if you'd let me be your lover. But if you want to wait and keep yourself for your forever-mate, I won't try and get you to do something that would hurt you."

Mikal sighs softly, relaxing as she leans into Jareth, her hands coming up to rest on his warmly enclosing arms. She lets her head fall back against his shoulder, murmuring dreamily, "Funny... it feels nicer than I imagined..."

Jareth smiles against Mikal's hair. "What? I've hugged you before."

Mikal nods, then giggles, her voice a bit high with the remains of tension, "I n-n-never knew you thought I was g-good enough to have sex with before though, you know?" She sighs softly again, closing her eyes and trying to savor all of this as best she can memorize it. A few minutes later she adds reassuringly, still feeling a bit dreamy, "Even if you did forget a flower, you could ask me and I'd help you remember."

Jareth blinks a little, maybe surprised. It certainly sounds like Mikal's been watching him very closely for a long time. That's food for thought there. He brushes a hand down her side and then makes himself bring it back up to where it was, "Well... if you want to... practice. Kissing or anything else..." He brushes his lips against her hair and smiles again, "I'll be here. And if you don't want to, I'll still be here. You've said it before, the lot of us, we're pack."

Mikal nods happily at that, her eyes half closed as she softly breathes, "Pack... got a pack... finally." She grins suddenly, her eyes flicking open and her voice far more alert -- almost bubbly with teasing, "Practice, eh? That's what you said to Solly too -- and you ended up having sex with her!"

Jareth laughs quietly and nuzzles against Mikal's temple, "Why, I believe you're right. We practiced a few times. And then she married Cal and all that practice paid off. He's one of the happiest guys in the village. They've got, what, three little ones now? And I haven't touched Solly since then. She let me know she didn't want me to."

Mikal nods cheerfully, "I know! She's nice. She doesn't yell at her babies like some of the women do." She is absently stroking the palm of her hand along Jareth's arm as she adds, "Solly seemed to be having fun with you, too, I think."

Jareth is a bit relieved that Mikal's letting him hold her like this. What he's said about enjoying women is true. He finds himself extremely tempted to kiss the side of Mikal's neck, so he keeps talking, "I try to avoid that sort, you know. The mean ones. People like that aren't going to enjoy themselves or you. They're just going to be grumpy." He grins and says, "You really have watched a lot, hm? Yes, I think Solly had fun. And I had fun."

Mikal nods happily, unconsciously relieved and pleased her packbrother doesn't seem to mind her having watched, "Oh, yes, lots! I wanted to learn what you're supposed to do." A bit sheepishly she adds, "I, er, I didn't expect to freeze like a rabbit, I admit -- sorry about that. B-but I d-d-didn't expect you t-to n-n-notice me either, you know?" She adds thoughtfully, "You know, you're right! I always wondered why you didn't ever seem interested in Grania -- she was so pretty, after all. But that makes sense now -- she was so nasty and spoiled too, because her momma was so proud of Grania's looks."

Jareth chuckles quietly and leans down so that his mouth is very close to Mikal's ear and murmurs, "I noticed you a long time ago, little rabbit. The night you slept at my little hut, all warm and trusting, I had some thoughts toward seducing you. But you were hurt and you needed petting and being safe, so that's what I gave you." He laughs quietly and nods, "Grania's like a lovely apple that's full of worms in the middle."

Mikal shivers despite herself at how lovely and warm her ear feels when Jareth whispers into it -- then blushes hotly again, looking down as she shyly murmurs, "I... that was r-really nice that night, Jarr. I really appreciated how safe it felt with you and Raph. Th-that... that was p-part of when I r-realized you were pack, you know?" She's silent for a minute, holding very still while her thundering heart slows down to its normal rate, wondering why her ear still tingles, and how it could be so connected to her groin, such that she's feeling tingly the- er, not thinking about that, nope, nope! She nods firmly, "That, uh, w-worms, that -- yeah, that's Grania."

Jareth licks his lips because he finds that they're feeling a little dry and he smiles, giving Mikal a little squeeze, truly pleased that she feels safe with him. "Mikal? Would you want me to never kiss you again, or can I do it again before one of us has to go downstairs? I think one of us probably needs to because I really like how this feels and I want to keep my promise not to push."

Mikal thinks about that very carefully and seriously. She'd really like a kiss. She'd like sex too -- but she firmly reminds herself: Jareth is not a raptor-wolf, and she can't expect him to be something he's not for her! She'd also like to take a walk to work off some of this sudden and tingly energy she's feeling, and to give herself some time to wear the pretty dress while she thinks about this amazing new idea -- that she is pretty enough for a man to want to have sex with! Not only that: astonishingly, Jareth knows she's half-monster -- and yet he still seems to find her like a flower!

She suddenly realizes she needs to actually say something! She stops her absent stroking of Jareth's arm and nods once, slowly, "I... I think that would be okay, Jarr? Go ahead and let's try a k-k-kiss..." she takes a deep breath, then adds in a rush, "A-and thenI'llgoforawalkwithRaph!"

Jareth nods and carefully shifts, guiding Mikal around to face him. His eyes and smiles are warm and he says, "Remember, just say stop and I will. And we'll just have a kiss tonight." He takes her chin again and his eyes crinkle up teasingly as he whispers, "You can kiss back, too..." right before his mouth covers hers again.

Mikal's eyes are half closed and her lips part slightly with nervousness. The embarrassed thought chases through her head: [What do I do with my hands?!] and she almost giggles in hysteria. Then Jareth's lips actually touch hers, and she blinks, her eyelids fluttering closed as she leans towards her packbrother. She's not worried about her hands any more -- they slide naturally up to rest against Jareth's chest as she rises onto her tiptoes to better reach him. So warm! She hadn't realized how warm lips were either -- and still soft, and Jareth smells so nice, like sunlight and clean sweat and safety and himself, and... and... she's so hot!

Jareth is gentle but hungry with the kiss, wanting Mikal to enjoy it as much as he is and he lets his arms wrap around her waist, supporting her without even really thinking about it. He's willing to let it linger right up until the moment that he realizes that his hands are starting to travel downward and then he breakes the kiss to take a very, very deep breath.

Mikal makes a small disappointed noise, leaning more against Jareth with her eyes still closed for a moment... then sighing softly and settling back down on her heels again as she rests her forehead against Jareth's chest and lets her eyes open. She sighs very softly herself as well, not moving yet. Is this what having a mate is like? If so she certainly understands why her Da never took another lover, even though her Mamma was apparently a monster. Mikal consoles herself a touch forlornly -- her mother must have been a very special monster... and Jareth has assured her she's special too. She just has to hold on -- she'll find someone someday. She will; she just has to believe it strongly enough, and keep looking, like her Da told her.

Sensing some discontent, Jareth murmurs into Mikal's hair, "Little rabbit, if I don't stop kissing you, I'm going to want to do other things and you don't want that." He smiles and says, truthfully, "I really enjoyed that. We could do it again if you wanted." And then he starts to carefully disengage himself. He does like to keep his word and if he doesn't take a couple of steps back, his body is going to start to really betray him in that respect.

Mikal actually finds herself wondering: why doesn't she want sex again? Oh, right... it was, um... she wants a mate or something? Still, is that really that important, or is it -- whoa! She blinks in shock as she realizes how close she is to simply taking Jareth's hand and not letting go -- can't do that! Mustn't do that -- can't make a wolf out of a honeybee, like Da said so often. She flushes in hot embarrassment at how close she'd come to doing something mean like that to her packbrother, and nearly jumps back, "Sorry! Sorry, sorry, I di- I mean, I know you're n-not- oh, heck!" She turns and darts for the trapdoor downstairs, calling over her shoulder, "ThankyousomuchitwaslovelyIbettergonow,Jarr!" Just before she disappears down the stairs she adds, "Raph! Come with, please?!" The big raptor wolf raises a furry eyebrow, then snorts amusedly, rising and stretching luxuriously fore and aft, like a cat, as he watches Jareth.

Jareth smiles at Raph and says, "I know I don't have to say take care of her."

Raphael tilts one ear lazily towards Jareth as he paces slowly towards the man. He walks around Jareth, sniffing thoughtfully at him. He finally leans slightly to give a very, very slight bump with his side against Jareth, glancing almost invitingly at the human as the big creature steps away towards the stairs.

Jareth chuckles and says, "If I follow her, Raph, I'll want to bring her back to my bed and she's not ready for that. Not with me, anyway." For some reason, it makes him quite happy that Raph seems to approve.

Raphael snorts in quiet amusement, but simply flicks his heavy tail once before he bounds lightly down the stairs.

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