Aya AU: meeting Cat

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan is hanging out near the station, waiting for Aya to get off work. Every now and then his hair makes a semi-disgruntled mrrp? noise. The reason for that is the small black cat who is not in the cat carrier at his feet.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Duly noted. If I ever feel the need to go crawling off into the wild I'll only invite you for limited intervals." she teased.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Or pack a dutch oven." Dilan agrees, "I am quite capable of making muffins in a dutch oven."

[mitochondriaaya]

"That amuses me." she admitted. She didn't own a dutch oven, she was good at adapting to 'over a fire' cooking. But it was still incredibly amusing to contemplate.

She didn't splash him again, just used a a foot on his hip to push further out since she'd drifted a little too far to use the wall.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan snickers and then gets moving again, "Hey, I know my issues and I cope."

[mitochondriaaya]

She did a few lazy backstrokes, then resumed floating as Dilan glided through the water. "And I can appreciate that." she chuckled. "It just seems so weird to have something as civilized as muffins while out in the wild!"

...

"What else do you manage in a dutch oven?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Anything I can manage in a regular one." Dilan says with a grin, "As long as it's not a shaped thing."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Define shaped." she countered, because as far as she knew? Muffins were shaped. She also stretched a hand out to idly latch onto his ankle as he passed, just to see if she could hitch a ride.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Um. Can't think of anything off the top of my head. Muffins are defined by the tins that go in the oven, see." He drags her along easily.

[mitochondriaaya]

"So, technically, you could get shaped tins if you needed them..." she pointed out, content to be pulled...until she poked his foot to see if he was ticklish.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hmmm. Yes, I coulAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Dilan twitches a lot, and flails madly.

[mitochondriaaya]

...in class, somewhere, someone may have mentioned not tickling people in a pool. Especially when attached to them. Aya had obviously missed that day, because she went under before she managed to release his foot.

She was laughing when she came up though.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Don't do that!" Dilan wails when he manages to get to the edge of the pool and hang on, gasping, "I can't float!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Sorry! Sorry!" she really did try to stop laughing? "I...wasn't expecting that. Really. Your foot was just there...it was a joke!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'm very ticklish." Dilan sulks. Mock sulks. Mostly. "At least feet and ribs."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I didn't know, I'm sorry. I won't do any tickling in a pool again?" she offered, drifting just out of range in case he really was upset. You kinda gave people space when you'd screwed up.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thanks." Dilan says, "You don't have to go away, sweetheart, I just need to catch my breath."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Where else are you ticklish? Just in case." she asked, drifting forward to lean her arms up on the pool edge beside him. When she made a mistake? She got all the information she could so it didn't happen again.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ribs." he says instantly, "Ribs and feet, nowhere else."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'll remember." she promised simply, swaying sideways enough to bump his side. "Sides and back of my knees for me..though I don't sink." she admitted.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Well, no." Dilan says, laughing, "You're human. Not nearly as dense as I am."

he pauses for her to laugh.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Tell that to Danny." she wrinkled her nose at him in lieu of laughter.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Trust me, I will." Dilan agrees, "I'm perfectly happy to mock myself."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You know, he'll probably add you to the 'dense as a brick' list next to me instead of taking me off..." she sighed. "I can live with that though." she pulled herself up to sit on the side of the pool once more, mainly to reach his lips easily without climbing.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh, probably." Dilan agrees, leaning over to kiss her in return, "I don't mind if you don't."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Nah, I don't mind. I've learned to put up with Danny." she chuckled. Her partner was good for her, but he was also as stubborn as she was. "Oh Jesus..." she laughed, lifting a few of his dreads to play with. "How do you swim when they're soaked through?" they got heavy. Well. Heavier.