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"Hullo Miss Elf," Eli said, with a wave. "And hello Terry." He'd seen the both of them many a time around Hytech (and Miss Elf was quite fond of his hair) though he didn't think he'd ever properly met the young bunny-cheetah. Her enthusiastic manner was calming--this was the sort of human parent he was used to seeing. Perhaps overeager at times, but altogether transparent in motive (exactly the opposite of his grandmother, he had just begun to learn).

"Hi, Terry," Dacj echoed, and waved with one of her human hands to Elf, still sitting on her tentacles. She suspected she'd have to have Eli leave the room before she left, the way she'd have to stretch after sitting on them all this time.

Eli basked in the attention, though he couldn't help but feel a little bashful for his own reaction when he could feel Seth's irritation buzzing at the edge of his consciousness. He was mostly too happy to care, though, people playing with his hair generally had that kind of an effect. "I'm doing--uh, all right I suppose, all things considered..." He couldn't exactly say 'well' with all that had been going on lately, it'd be a lie.

"Mmmhmm," the kraken girl said, smiling at the little bunny boy. It was clever, how he shared Seth's coloring, and she wondered who'd been responsible for that. "They get a little stiff, but they're fine." With a sudden twitch she ran her hands across the bottoms of her tentacles--and felt the intact sheath protectors. Good, she hadn't managed to tear through them. She had been a little worried about ruining the upholstery on the chair. "May I touch your ears?" she asked politely, curious as always to new fur to feel.

"We will," Eli said, both echoing and affirming. No matter what was happening on Noe's side of things...he had a feeling his sister was more than capable of handling it. That was just part of her nature, as part of the kuppy trio--she was always capable, Zane was always a bit of an idiot (humorous, he supposed, would be the kinder thing to say), and Eli was always sparkly. Even if it had been ages since they'd been a proper trio...

Dacj, noting Eli wasn't looking, slid out one of her thicker tentacles, and drew back the protective sheath from the end. "Be careful now, there are sharp bits inside the suckers," she said, as quiet as she could manage. She didn't think Eli would take the news of it well. Then leaving Terry to his own tactile distraction, Dacj set about feeling up his ears, noting they were much softer in fur and much thinner in structure than the other animal ears she'd had the chance to inspect.

"It would be appreciated," Eli said, before closing his eyes and letting the mother and son have their own conversation while he enjoyed being groomed.

"Do you know, I haven't even thought of that," Dacj said, quite surprised at the suggestion. "I don't know if the suction alone is enough to climb something like a wall. Trees, maybe, though I'd have to be careful of sharp bark." And probably have to dig bits of it out of her suckers afterward. Still, it was something to think about.

"It reminds me of 'Endymion'," the kuppy said lazily. "Then again, I haven't ever seen 'The Omen'..."

Dacj readily ignored them as well, very intrigued at this novel use for her suckers. "Mm, as long as they have some texture..." She'd never even considered rock climbing as a hobby before. "I do find empirical experiments the most enlightening."

"It means 'by experience', so in my case I suppose it does mean by tentacles," Dacj said, with a chuckle. She reached out again to pet his ears, paused with her arms extended, and then aimed for his torso, grabbing him up to sit on her lap--for better access, and also to keep him from running away at the next shiny thing he spotted. She ran fingers through his short hair with just as much curiosity as she'd given the fur. "Do the spots go all the way through?" she asked, trying to figure it out with completely mussing his hair.

"I won't ask," Dacj said, with a smile. "I haven't any idea how to describe how I manage to keep track of all ten limbs either. Everyone's got their quirks." She looked over to Elf with another smile. "Lunch sounds good."

Eli opened one eye--his green one--and gave a little reluctant sigh. "Food probably is a good idea," he admitted, though he was loath to lose the attention. "I can help out, if you'd like, Miss Elf." He'd feel bad making a guest cook--completely forgetting he was technically a guest in the apartment as well.