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Brisa shrugged, and set off in the direction of food-scent. "Might be a schema you've picked up about felines. Not too partial myself. Still, I'll keep my nose up for liver and dairy, if they even have that stuff in this world." The six limbs thing was odd. Brisa was sure Bahamut looked...

That's right, Bahamut was new to food as a concept. Brisa couldn't imagine what it was like to get used to something like that after countless years of existing without it. "Y'know, if you're tryin' out ordinary food for the first time, you might want to find someplace that serves mixed tapas...

"I'm more alright than you're likely expectin'," said Brisa, sincerely. "I've already had the tough conversations I needed to. Most of them, at least." Brisa drew a long breath with her mouth ajar, scenting for food. "There are food venues in this direction, incidentally."

Brisa headed out of the Guild and over to the crossroads with her badge finally in place on her bandana instead of tucked away in her satchel. It turned out she had a lot of missed messages to catch up on. Bahamut was easy to find, given his size and luminosity, and she gave him a small wave...

[Brisket > Sourdough]: Honoured Sir, I trust that though we have interacted but little to date, that you will accept my companionship in your exploration of our new and common civic home, and- Brisa frowned. This wasn't the sort of tone anyone else was using in their messages. This clearly...

"It's paté, it's meant to be cold!" she said, with a dry chuckle. Brisa let the heaviness—and tenderness—of the previous moment pass from her mind with relief as she went back to the hamper. If Curio needed to talk about that other stuff, they'd have plenty of opportunities to come. Why not...

Curio tightening her embrace was the cue Brisa needed to hold the hug for as long as her friend needed it. She felt a twinge of guilt as she began to enjoy the contact for herself instead of purely to comfort Curio, but... that wasn't wrong, right? It was okay to enjoy this. She waited until...

Brisa held the hug, figuring that maybe Curio needed it. "Whatever happened, y'know I won't judge you for it, right?" she said, gently. "What's in yer past don't change who you are to me."

Brisa's heart jolted. Oh, Curio. "Hey," she said, trying to keep her voice soft. "That don't make you a monster." There was definitely a spike of anxiety at the knowledge that Curio had killed someone but... the regret she felt was palpable, and self-defence was the surest reason a mon could...

Brisa's tail flicked. 'Certain things'. Curio had been through a lot, she already knew, but Curio hadn't given up too many details. She wasn't sure whether to push... but she'd spent enough time as a ball of nerves around Curio, and talking about her own shit had really helped her. So... "What...

Brisa smiled at the thought of a presidential Curio, or even just Curio on the campaign trail, on soapboxes and shit. She was such a maverick, it was bound to be interesting if nothing else, especially if she was running against humans. "I'd vote for you," she said, with less irony in her voice...

Brisa nodded. "I get that. And hey, when you get home... good luck. I have a feelin' you could change a lot if you care as much as it sounds like you do, and I reckon that you... that you're a decent enough gal to change things for the better." Ugh, was that the best she could do? Curio didn't...

Brisa nodded. "Well, you don't gotta talk about it if you don't want to. But just between you 'n' me..." She knocked back a little more cider and perked an ear conspiratorially. "I sometimes think I wouldn't much mind staying here. Just, stay on Cibus indefinitely. Folks're a bit strange, but...

Brisa listened, nodded, chewed it over. Yeah. That all tracked. She should have expected as much. "Survival is a right that prevails over property," she recited, grimly. "Thought you were confessin' to somethin' worse than that." She let out a low whistle. "I tell you what, I wouldn't want to...

Wait... What? "Did I hear that right? You... steal? Yer a thief?" Maybe it was okay. Curio was from a different world, where humans were on top. This was well outside of Brisa's jurisdiction. But still.

"Yeah. I'll try it." Brisa tried to relax. Sharing food wasn't such a big deal to Cibus natives or most of the posse. Why should it be a big deal now? She should just calm down and enjoy the food and company. At least it was quiet and not public in their dormitory. She picked out some of the...

It didn't look like there was room service, but... Brisa looked at the prone riolu and sighed with a smile. Curio deserved a break. Brisa could be her room service for today. Brisa quietly let herself out and returned some minutes later with a small hamper of food taken from the Guild's...

The rooms seemed fairly consistent with each other, mostly varying by two- or three-mon configuration. Brisa identified an unoccupied three-bed with a layout she liked, a deep window sill, and proximity to both the study and the rooms of some of their friends. "Hey, Curio—how's this one?"...

"Huh. That sounds... good. Although I'd be surprised." So, Curio had a teaching gig once? Brisa would have to ask about that. There was so much that was interesting about Curio that she hadn't heard about yet. "Hell, let's go find out."

Oh, okay, okay, Curio was already assuming they'd room together. Great!! Sort of!! ...Brisa had never... never been in a- a... a relationship before. Not ever. But she was pretty sure you didn't start cohabiting before you'd even agreed that's what it was you were in. ...What if it went wrong...