We Are Bulletproof

It could work, he said! Of course it could work! Ronan was a magical little mouse. He wasn't just some ordinary house mouse, thank you very much. But of course, in this form, he couldn't say as much. All he could do was make a small, indignant squeak, as if to say you didn't believe me? Sitting back, he watched Stef for a long moment, trying hard not to look at the exposed navel. It was just... it was just such a strong desire. He couldn't hope to explain it to a random human who had never felt that desire before.

His curiosity was probably satiated though. Probably. Ronan lifted his little mouse face, tiny black eyes on Stef. Then turning his head, he concentrated and POOF! In a burst of magical energy, Ronan the human was there again. Unlike shifters from this plane of existence, Ronan could shift between forms with clothing and accessories. Lucky him, although he didn't actually care one way or another whether Stef saw him in the nude. That was a human thing, being prude and shy with their naked bodies.

"So?" he said, leaning slightly forward. "Believe me now?"

"Hm... like what?" Ronan asked in a vague tone. "Are you going to become a cat and chase me...?"

Because he was totally fine with that. They were sitting deceptively close to one another, for a pair of people that had passed each other in the halls many times but never had a real conversation in person until now. Strange, how life could be that way. With hooded eyes, he watched Stefjan for a long moment, then lightly clapped his hands together.

"All right. I'll do it. But you're not allowed to be disappointed when I do."

Because if he heard a that's it, he was going to might disappointed in Stefjan, too. But that was a story for another time.

Shifting didn't hurt for Ronan and it sort of came and went exactly like magic. One moment he was sitting there as a proper, prim man with a deceptively innocent smile and the next there was a gentle puff of magic~ and in his place was an impossibly tiny mouse figure with markings that were clearly not normal for any real mouse. His fur was white in the face, with red around the eyes. The white faded into a pale blue over his back and it curled slightly around the back of his ears and around the tiny pink feet. The tail was covered in fine fur that deepened into a darker blue.

He looked up at Stefjan, now a giant before him. He lifted his two front paws as if to say, voila.

"Do I seem shy to you?" he asked, side-eyeing Stefjan now that he was sitting beside him, slinking an arm around his shoulders like he thought Ronan was about to go wriggling away. He didn't. He also didn't lean away from him the way Kode was earlier on the couch. He remained where he was with an amused expression crossing his face. Then he looked up, watching Kode get up. Poor fella. They obviously made him uncomfortable. Maybe he didn't like dudes being close to dudes. Maybe he just didn't like all the affection. Or whatever this was. It wasn't like they had hands down their pants or they were undressing. Heavens, they didn't even kiss. But maybe in Kode's world, all of this was taboo.

"Technically, it's safe right now," he said as Kode disappeared but his new roommate was gone after that, seemingly content to leave the pair to their own devices. Honestly, Ronan hadn't expected this meeting so soon. Or even, really, at all. If he was honest, playing around and flirting online was one thing. It was another thing when they were together like this.

"So you just want a mouse, is that it? Should I be worried you have some kind of fetish?" said the guy with a fetish of his own that certainly wasn't on the Common list.

"What? Show you? Here, now?" Ronan asked, raising a brow as he remained where he was. Kode and Stef looked so content, he didn't want to break them apart. Plus, he hadn't told the whole truth about his belly button sleeping patterns. It was... a sort of comfort thing and he couldn't just do it upon command. Well.... It was sort of like that, but he had to pull the energy from a certain source--that source being a storm itself, from his creator himself.

"I really underestimated your curiosity," Ronan said with a slight smirk as he settled his chin against his hand and looked over at Kode, who was wondering aloud if he should ask. Ronan's lips moved upward slightly and he shook his head gently. "No, I don't think you should."

And back to Stef, he eyed him up and down once, then hid his mouth behind the palm of his hand, almost like a coquettish woman of the court. No fans here, no fanning himself to control the "vapors" but he definitely was having fun flirting in his own confusing, baffling way.

Slowly, he lowered both arms onto the coffee table and criss crossed them, like a prim little cat.

"You'll have to wait until the next thunderstorm, sadly."

"I probably was." Sleeping, that was. Ronan liked his sleep, all right? And as a creature that needed his sleep, he had no reason not to take his time napping when he had a spare moment. Especially since living life as a human person meant that he didn't get nearly enough time to himself to sleep as much as his body demanded.

Ronan flicked a gaze over Stefjan as he walked past and gave his ass a nice... touch. Not even a grope. It was a weird moment but not a bad one. Ronan didn't give away anything in his expression, however, only watching impassively as the pair made themselves comfortable.

With Stefjan speaking as if he weren't there, Ronan was about to make a snarky comment but then Stefjan addressed him and Ronan slowly sank down on the other side of the coffee table, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"I don't want him to die before he learns."

Heaving a sigh, Ronan flipped his phone over onto his bed and forced himself to kick back the blankets. Ronan was sort of/kind of a big proponent of sleeping. Didn't matter what time it was, he was glad to slide between the sheets or plop onto the couch and take naps. Of course, that was between work related things and sometimes class related things. With a yawn and a stretch, Ronan slid his feet into his house slippers and started toward the door.

Per usual, he looked to see if it was the annoying girl down the hall but all he saw was one giant eyeball staring at him. It actually startled him more awake and he took a step back--and then he was annoyed at himself for being startled. Shit. Shaking his head, he unlocked the door and opened it to find that his "exchange student" roommate and the guy he'd just been talking to on the phone were standing there.

Well. Duh. He should have gathered that by the direction of their conversation concerning Kode. He shook his head again and moved aside to let them in.

"Didn't think you'd actually come up here," he said to Stef, mostly because he was pretty much just wearing a pair of sweats pushed casually up his calves and a thin cotton tank top. To Kode, he added, "And you should have told me you were going out."

Ugh, have to go. Somebody's at the door.

I'm disappointed. You seemed so curious before.

Did you think I forgot about that part?

I thought sleep was part of the deal.

Was that a seizure?

Am I sweating?

So what happens if it's not on purpose?
And how will you know the difference?

Good thing I like freaky.

Am I being contrary? And what did I win?
;)

I like most animals.
I wouldn't say I'm exclusively a dog 🐶 person