glitterpaws

rowan - renaissance-era scientist into poison and botany and some medical. intelligent and knows it, vain, insufferable, loyal, nicer than he acts

kaoru - environmental graduate student, snobby, twin brother to naoki, fully aware that no one will ever like him as much as his brother, very defensive of his family, not nearly as mean as he comes across

The food was delicious. The entire package was worth the price tag attached, although Rowan had a sneaking suspicion that the next time he visited will be alone and cut that price tag in half.

There were plenty of other places to take Lucia to eat that she'd appreciate just as much at a fourth of that price. His wallet was crying a bit right now.

"Home sweet home," he announced as he unlocked his apartment and walked in. Aphrodite gave him a long look from where she was lounging on her tower scratching post, but didn't otherwise react. As was normal; after all, she wasn't a dog.

Home was where he was freest to be himself, which was mostly letting his tail act like a tail and not like a secret in his pants. A horrible way to phrase it and he never said it outloud because even the implications were just asking for eventual ridicule and overcompensation and-

Anyways. "Make yourself at home," he said over his shoulder as he sat down on the couch. "Alcohol is in the fridge if you didn't drink enough of my money away already."

The Gardens was the type of resturaunt built for special moments in someone's life. It was for first dates, proposals, wedding anniversaries, wedding receptions ... pretty much, if it had to do with love in some form, the Gardens was there to frame the moment in delicious food, overpriced wine, and a waitstaff full of Fairest.

In retrospect, it could be a little awkward bringing Lucia here. Rowan reflected on this as they waited for a table, both of them slightly under-dressed for the occasions that the Gardens was designed for. No doubt there would be others from their freehold here; it was owned by one of the foremost Spring courtiers, and he hired Fairest or mortals that could easily be Fairest for a reason. Bringing someone from the Autumn Court was sure to merit some comment, for all that he knew one of the chefs was from Autumn as well and they had a Winter Court courtier lurking about in the back.

"Excuse me?" Rowan's attention was drawn away from the ivy, delicate and brilliant green despite the season, and to the Fairest waitress. She was one of the Telluric, he remembered, with a round face that brought to mind the moon and eyes that looked like the night sky. "Your table is ready. This way, please."

Some days, Rowan wished he was truly a cat.

Not every day. He did like having thumbs that he could work with - whoever said that cats could take over the world if they had thumbs had clearly never met a cat with thumbs and if they had, they would quickly find out all it did was give him paws that looked like plates - and being able to talk, to walk around and not get picked up and nuzzled by complete strangers or have to clean his fur with his tongue or get distracted by small red lights owned by evil teasing people or-

Mostly, he liked being (mostly) human.

There were just some days he didn't. Usually it was when he watched his cat lay on her scratching post like she didn't have a care in the world or a bone in her body, and he could feel every bone in his body and a good portion of the cares of the world on his shoulders.

It didn't stop him from sprawling on his couch in an attempt to mimic her. His tail, sleek and brown, draped over the far edge and twitched occasionally as he thought.

He needed a distraction. Rowan looked at the clock on his wall for, he was not pleased to note, the fifth time in seven minutes.

Where was she?

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