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So long as Alistair has some fight in him, Shura will keep on playing with him. It's good exercise for him as well as a good survival skill! Strange wanted her to teach him stuff like this, so it's good!

Meanwhile, Aconite just doesn't understand what is happening. This is weird. Shura, lacking in the physical affection side of things, hasn't ever tried tickling her. Harass, yes, but tickle? Aconite just keeps staring at Strange, trying to figure out what the point of this whole thing is. Is this... playing? What the heck, dude, you're bad at this.

Considering that nobody's trying to fight back in return, Alistair has plenty of fight in him. Ineffectual fight, but fight nonetheless. He continues his tactic of light biting + ineffective leg kickies to try and wrestle Shura's arm into submission.

Whereas Strange, who's nothing but physically affectionate, is keeping this up. Tickling doesn't seem to do much, maybe she likes scratches instead? And so, he starts giving Aconite tiny little scratches, moving from under her chin to behind her ears, stopping whenever he hits that sweet spot that Aconite enjoys.

The scritches aren't bad, but Aconite is just a little confused. What was she supposed to be doing here? But then Strange finds just the right spot between her wings, and Aconite lets out a satisfied sound. This feels nice, nice enough to sit still in Strange's lap for a whole minute. After that minute, though, something in the corner of the room catches her attention, and she goes tearing off after it without a second thought. Shura watches out of the corner of her eye, deciding that it probably wasn't going to be worth trying to catch Aconite after that, and looks to Strange.

"I got some food when I was out. If you're hungry, go ahead and eat." Alistair can keep trying to kick her hand to death, he needs the practice.

For that whole minute, he continues giving Aconite scratches. This is called being spoiled, get used to it tiny dragon, it'll happen the longer you stay at his place. He's a bit surprised when she tears off into the corner and moves his hands out of the way so they won't get caught up in her running.

So, Strange turns his attention to Shura. "I am a little hungry," he admits. "Do you want me to bring you anything?"

He asks, knowing full well that Alistair is going to wrestle with Shura's hand as long as possible or until Shura actually tries to wrestle him back.

Alistair will get easy mode for a while longer before Shura starts slowly fighting back. She's mostly trying to see what he can do rather than really challenge him. Better to ease him in and start on his level.

But Shura shakes her head at Strange's offer. Even though he's offering to save her the effort of getting up and walking her lazy ass over to the kitchen, she isn't quite hungry yet. Besides, she suspects that having food will distract Alistair. She'll let Strange deal with the begging if it comes down to it. Not eating doesn't mean not drinking, however.

"Nothin' to eat, but if you wanna get me a drink, I'll take that."

What Alistair does is whine. He'll enjoy easy mode and Shura fighting back a little bit. But the moment she starts putting more effort into it and Alistair's actually got to DO something instead of ineffective biting and leg kickies, Alistair starts a high-pitched whining.

"I assume by 'drink' you mean something alcoholic?" Strange teases, as he walks over towards the kitchen. But getting her a drink, he can totally do that. Hopefully she picked up something stronger otherwise it's gonna be wine for Shura.

"What else would I mean ♥" There is a bottle of something suspiciously strong looking in with the rest of the good, meat pies and some cheese and other ye old fast food. Shura will drink whatever's handed to her. If it's wine, she'll assume he wants to start the evening off slowly.

Aconite will come out from underneath a chair when she hears Alistair whining. What's up, buddy? It doesn't look like Shura's hurting him, Shura does that to her all of the time. Still, she'll watch, just to keep an eye on things. Shura is much less sympathetic, though jeez he's noisy.

"C'mon, you gotta struggle a little. You can't like Spike win all the time, right?" Does he understand words yet? Whatever, he'll figure it out.

Alistair continues to whine. Struggle a little??? That's hard, he doesn't like hard. But eventually, he tries to kick at Shura again, with a little more force.

Strange just simply shakes his head at his pathetic dragon (who's behavior he totally enabled) before walking back to the kitchen. Those meat pies look really good, so he sets one aside before pouring Shura a glass of that mysterious but probably very strong bottle. He has heard her whine at him about his alcohol choices enough, thank you very much, she's getting something not wine.

Walking back to the living room, he hands Shura her glass. "I'm afraid Alistair is better at his letters than his combat skills."

Was there a button she could push to turn off the whining? What a giant baby--Shura has no doubt that this bad behavior has been enabled by Strange. If he got Aconite to start acting like this...

A thought for another time. Alistair is doing what she wants him to do, and she'll give him some praise, "Good, like that." It's a step! But not so much that Shura won't be able to take the glass that Strange hands her with her free hand, letting her fingers linger for just a moment on his before she gives him a quick thanks and takes a drink. This whole affection thing is throwing her for a loop. Deciding to stay a few days with him was one thing, actually being in the middle of it was another. At least there were dragons to distract her.

When Shura lets her fingers linger on his, Strange doesn't make any attempt to move. He laps up every opportunity for Shura to touch him, letting their fingers linger as long as possible. It's only when she pulls away that he decides to pull away as well.

He remains standing while he eats: less of a chance for the dragons to get to his food that way. And instead, he watches as Alistair continues kicking with force and starts trying to wrestle Shura's hand into submission.

"I've got gauze and bandages if he breaks the skin."

"He ain't biting too hard," Shura replies. His teeth were sharp, but he's not quite biting or kicking hard enough to draw blood. That would take a bit more effort from him. Sure, her hand would be a little scratched up from all this, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Aconite is slowly creeping up, still trying to figure out what's going on. Once she reaches Shura, she stands on her hind legs to get a better glimpse. That's just wrestling? Is that why he's whining? She doesn't understand, but she'll watch and listen to Alistair for a moment. For Shura, two dragonets in her lap is two too many, and in a moment, she'll be getting up and letting the dragons fall if they aren't smart enough to get up on their own. They would probably need food, and then... bed? She hardly knows if Strange keeps Alistair on a regular schedule, but they'd pass out after eating, right??

Alistair is not smart enough to get up on his own. Instead, he falls to the ground, making a pathetic little squeak as he does so. Strange can't help but roll his eyes at the little dragon as he takes another bite out of his food.

"I'll need to teach him to start hunting sooner or later. He won't stay that small forever."

Shura pays Alistair's pathetic squeak no mind. Aconite is apparently used to Shura sudden;y moving and lands a bit more gracefully, going to sniff Alistair once she gets back on her feet. "Get him some bugs to chase after. He'll figure it out if he doesn't get his lunch." But would Strange let his precious baby go hungry? Based on Alistair's chonk, Strange letting his poor baby boy starve for an hour was unlikely.

Now dragonfree, Shura will move to sit on the couch. It's a better place to drink, and she'll draw her legs up on the couch, leaving just enough room for one (1) scrawny wizard. "What are you feeding him, anyway?" Not how much, but what.

"Usually whatever I'm eating," Strange answers. So yes, letting his poor baby starve was unlikely. "He won't eat all of it, of course, but I'll give him a little bite of whatever I'm eating."

As Shura draws her legs up on the couch, Strange moves over towards her to sit down next to her, still working on his meat pie as he moves. Alistair awkwardly rolls over to get back on his feet, giving Aconite a few happy chirps once he's right side up.

Guess who's getting tackled the moment he's on his feet?

"I see." The questions then was what was Strange eating, but that feels like a personal question, one that ought to be broached when she wasn't already a little overwhelmed with Strange's completely lack of boundaries.

But hey, she's trying to be affectionate, so when he's settled on the couch, Shura will just stretch her legs out over his lap. This would make him happy, right??

RIP Alistair. He makes a surprised little squeaky noise when Aconite tackles him, but then starts wrestling with her the moment she's on top of him.

When Shura stretches out, Strange's eyes widen for a little bit before he smiles, letting her stretch over his lap. This does indeed make him happy. "I'm glad you're here," he simply says, giving Shura a smile.

The dragons can enjoy more wrestling, at least until one of them decides they're cranky and/or hungry. So long as no one's crying, Shura can ignore them.

With her legs in his lap, Shura can't ignore Strange and his sappiness. But he seems pleased with the invasion of his personal space, and so Shura will just let herself get comfortable, sitting and sipping at her drink.

"Yeah? I wouldn't have guessed," Shura says wryly, as if the man wasn't trying to get in her pants within an hour of seeing her.

Yeah, he knows it's obvious. Strange can't help but roll his eyes at Shura before giving her a small smile.

And guess what, it's the 'time to get way too emotional' power hour.

"I know it's obvious. But I honestly thought I'd never feel this relaxed in ages. Even before our resurrections, there was a time where I wondered if I would be truly comfortable with someone ever again."

On the one hand, it's nice to see that Strange is open about his feelings. On the other hand, could he not like, be like this? He was completely sober! Shura is now determined to be at least a little tipsy, so she'll just casually take a nice gulp of her moonshine as if she's not completely out of place talking to the emotional catastrophe that she's decided to bang.

"Comfortable?" She's asking because she has no idea how to respond in a way that isn't trying to distract him and change the subject to something else. She'd like to do that. But she has to listen to his feelings every once in a while. At least she has a drink in her hand.

"You know, comfortable," Strange responds, like it's obvious. And then it hits him that hmm, Shura might not know what he means by comfortable. Has she ever been comfortable like this? He'd like to think so: he knows she enjoys the two of them together and definitely enjoys it when they fuck. But she's not one to openly talk about her feelings like he is.

There's a small pause before he continues talking. "Have you ever had that feeling when you're around someone that it doesn't matter what happens because no matter what, you'll still be with them? It's a calming feeling. That's what I mean by comfortable."

For all that the talk of feelings makes her comfortable, Shura will listen to Strange and think about what he says. That kind of comfort? It's the kind of thing she's avoided for most of her life, but she does understand what he means.

"That kind of thing," she murmurs, dropping her gaze to her drink. Yeah, sure, for whatever reason, she felt calmer when she was with him. If he was there, she knew he was keeping out of trouble. Or at least that's what she would have tried to convince herself a year ago. Now she's just having to accept the fact that she is comfortable around him.

He notices her looking down to her drink and remaining slightly silent. There's a pause, before Strange scoots a little bit closer to Shura and attempts to place his arm around her.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then I can change the subject. Just tell me if you're comfortable or not."

The man can’t keep his hands to himself. Shura looks back to Strange, feeling just a little suffocated by his affection and concern.

“That ain’t it,” she replies, letting Strange get in her personal space, shifting to fit herself closer to him. “I am comfortable, it’s just that I’m not used to it.”

Hopefully Strange appreciates Shura’s honesty in the matter.

Ah. That explains a lot. A look of recognition dawns on Strange's face as he shifts his position once more, trying to make it so Shura can be as comfortable as possible.

"I can't pretend that I know exactly what you're feeling, but I know how disconcerting it can be when you're thrust into an unexpected situation."

At the rate they’re scooching and adjusting, Shura will probably end up in Strange’s lap. Shura will let this happen, if only because she thinks Strange will appreciate it and she’s trying her best.

“Hm? You find yourself in unexpected situations? I never would have guessed.” Shura has no doubt that Strange was the one thrusting himself into said situations.

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