"Harmony.." she murmured softly, running her hands down her face in exhaustion as she faced the kwami, a small thing with pointy ears and a longish-fluffy tail. His fur was single strands of black and white that, at a distance, blended into a soft grey. He had a set of sharp eyes, cross between purple, if he was upset, and a soft blue color that reminded her greatly of Marinette. It took her a moment to continue, his silence spurring her to give a muffled groan of annoyance, "Don't tell me.. I have to say that.. to transform..?" He shrugged slightly, giving her a moment to process as he floated onto her cream colored coffee table.. a plate of macaroons sitting innocently on a green china dish.. He took no time in twirling around the dish, sniffing delicately at the pile before he started to, quite literally, stuff his cheeks with the treats. She bit back a startled simper at the sheer amount he could hold as she shuddered, "Kami-sama.. Ajji, you eat worse than Plagg does.."
He paused at that, swallowing his mouthful to turn, sharply looking to her, his voice squeaky like Plagg's, but just a tad more mature. "And you know of him, how?" She caught herself quickly, giving him a look that spoke absolutely nothing of her rampaging thoughts, her tone collected and cool. "Only what I've seen.. I'm not personally familiar with the kwami, if that is what you're asking.." He was silent again, something she noted that he preferred, as he balanced a macaroon in his paws, his brow furrowed as he sat, deep in thought. "Does the name.." he murmured again, after a minute, "Tikki.. come to mind for anything..?" She furrowed her brow as he leaned against a decorative candle, sitting down at the couch to face him, drawing her knees up to her chest as she thought about her answer. "That depends.. Am I talking to an interrogator or a concerned guardian..?"
"I'm not concerned," he grumbled, tucking his face closer to the treat as she shook her head, knowing he was avoiding to look at her as she leaned her head back against the couch back, letting a slow, soft breath pass her lips in a sigh. "She's completely fine.. She's taking good care of her wielder, and in turn, the wielder takes care of her.." "And. Plagg..?" he continued, the slight, almost unnoticeable simper of fear in his tone made her smile. For all that he complained about taking care of such a 'childlike prat' way back when, he was really just a concerned little softy.. "He.." she paused at the thought, looking up to the ceiling in silence, "He's doing good.. wearing his wielder out with his appetite.. but good.." Ajji sighed, before floating up to her, settling onto her shoulder, putting a paw to her cheek, "I.." he looked away, then looked back, before shaking his head, giving her neck one, soft nuzzle, before he curled into a ball onto her shoulder, his tail curled around him as he closed his eyes.
She smiled slightly as she reached up, petting his head as she looked over the empty room. Her 'requests' were to arrive in several hours.. and her first session of classes were to start an hour or so after that.. she had a thick binder with the general highlighting of dates atop the coffee table, the one she had spent about two hours going through to plan out what each day would need to be done.. and what should be worked on.. For instance.. she was not going to travel anywhere as this Harmony character without a spare set of clothes in her bag and an emergency mask and hood..
No way in hell..
She carefully cupped the kwami into her palms as she tucked him into her jacket, standing to grasp a small box of.. who would have thought?.. designer clothes, from beside the desk, opening the flaps and withdrawing the fabrics from inside. She folded them over her arm as she walked towards the bathroom, breathing in the sweet smell of lotions and oils. She set them onto the counter as she began undressing, allowing Ajji to burrow into a stack of towels as she moved to the shower, the walk-in room, really, grasping the soaps as she went with a smile and thoroughly began to wet her hair.
She had hardly gotten halfway through washing when she heard a sharp rap at her door, then the sound of it creaking open. It took her a minute to realize her space was being invaded as she turned off the water sharply, snatching a towel from the stack, upsetting Ajji from his perch as he spun in the air, catching himself enough to float down, and behind a trashcan, out of sight as he watched his newest wielder haphazardly pull it around her, swinging the door open and marching into the main room. There was a moment of silence, he noted, before a startled shout cut through, and she came bolting back inside, water dripping around her and feet slapping against the tiled floors as she slammed the door shut again, the main door slamming shut soon after. He looked at her, wide-eyed, for a moment, before he darted up to be eye level, "Mistress, what happened? Who was out there?"
She stared blankly at him, her eyes nearly the size of tea saucers as she clutched the towel protectively to her chest, her back against the door defensively as her shoulders trembled in the cool air. She tried to speak, he noted, as she opened her mouth, though, instead of words, she had given a sound cross between a grunt, and a whimper. Her brow furrowed in silence as she slowly slid down against the door, her legs bent awkwardly as she wound her arms tighter around her torso. She looked absolutely petrified.
A renowned blonde with emerald colored eyes leaned against the door of the bedroom beside his own, his hands over his eyes and his breath caught in his throat. His neck was burning bright pink, along with his face, and the tips of his ears to match. It was an innocent enough curiosity, he had reasoned at first. He head heard what sounded like a conversation in the room beside his own, first, being, that no one ever really ventured to this side of the manor (except Nathalie for obvious reasons), but second being that he'd heard also, what sounded like doors being gone through. And while he may not have gotten the memo from his father, he was almost always informed if there were guests staying in the house. In a different wing, at the very least..
He'd walked in on something he probably shouldn't have.. He was honorable enough to admit, sliding his hands down his face with a soft groan, the warmth in his face slowly lessening enough for him to appear properly shameful. He swallowed back his pride as he glanced back at the door, his hand taking a few moments longer than necessary to hover above the door before he actually knocked, this time, just a teeny, tiny tad more polite.. After a minute of waiting, he sighed through his nose, putting a hand to his face as he turned to go back to his own room.
The door creaked open behind him quietly, and a sharp, curt cough sounded before he turned his head, spinning on his heel to offer her a small, embarrassed smile. Her hair was clumped and black, damp from an obvious shower, her skin flushed from exertion and cool air. "Can I help you?"
He flinched at the sharp, curt words,, once again pulling on a small smile, "I'm.. really sorry about that," he started slowly, measuring his words as her eyes cut into his own, "I didn't know we had anyone staying with us.."
"I'll be gone by the end of the week," she droned, her expression fading to bored, "Anything else..?"
"Aah.." he muttered, his eyes wide as he felt the full weight of the brush off, "Uhm.. N-.. Not really, I guess..I just wanted to-"
"Apology accepted," she smirked, "I'm tired so.." she rolled her eyes skyward, and pulled her hair over her shoulder, giving him a pointed look. Like lightning, he got the hint, his mouth forming a small oh before he shot her a last, tiny smile, "Sorry, I'll uh.." he pointed down the hallway, and she gave him a sideways nod, closing the big door between them after a brief, "Later Agreste.."
"Day one complete," she smiled, stretching out luxuriously along her acquired bed as she stared up at the ceiling. Ajji was nestled snugly between the crevice between her neck and the pillow, soaking up her warmth like a tiny automated vacuum. "You know, I could get used to being a blackmailer.." "As if you weren't before this entire fiasco," he muttered quietly, her answering laugh loud enough to jolt his position, much to his irritation. "Be still human.. Transformations are draining. If your plan goes as is, I'll need as much energy as I can retain in preparation for tomorrow.." "Wow, big words," she smirked, hearing his tiny warning growl before he burrowed back into a small nest of her hair and bunched comforters. "'Night, Jii-jii.." "Good night, brat."