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Lisandru gulped nervously as Prisma began to beg him for the pink maybe a love potion, briefly wondering what she would want with a love potion anyway, before turning his attention to the shopkeeper. Well, Prisma's want for the object seemed to be increasing how valuable it looked to the shopkeeper. Maybe he could use this to his advantage... Of course, Lisandru was terrible at manipulating situations. That was Eknath's job. Or Alister's. Not his. He hadn't really thought beyond "pawn off potion."

Uh.

Lisandru cleared his throat, nodding quite sagely in the direction of the shopkeeper. "Yes, as you can see, this is very valuable. Everyone thinks so!" Or maybe just Prisma. "And I'll give this to you, to you! If we forget this ever happened."

The shetani could feel his hands sweating underneath the gloves he was wearing. This was not his thing. He felt like the words coming off his tongue were weird slime that didn't belong there and he was just some kind of actor on a terribly made stage. Was this stage fright? Would he please just take the vial so they could go with the blankets and ... do something with them ... maybe Alister would want some...

He went for it! Even if he took Prisma's coins too, Lisandru was fine with that. They just needed to take the blankets and go.

When Prisma suggested rabbit holes, Lisandru shook his head. He didn't want to go through a rabbit hole right now. They had already paid for these blankets, even if the potion might have been utterly worthless for all he knew. That was a bargaining chip he didn't have later! He'd have to go back to his mother and, ugh, ask for more. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with her mother and trying to get stuff from her, considering it usually came with unnecessary prodding...

"Prisma," offered Lisandru, cautiously, taking her arm with his gloved hand and pulling her away from the stand. "I think we should just take these blankets home." With his other hand, he started scooping up some of the blankets, awkwardly carrying them.

Yes, take the blankets home and hide for a few hours. Away from crowds. Too many crowds and shouting now.

Did she just invite him to her place--?

No, there was no way that meant what he thought it meant. Prisma was too innocent to have the kinds of thoughts that would occasionally pass Lisandru's mind, wasn't she? Too naive, at the very least. Though, the woman had certainly found herself around other ... interesting ... pae ... during that disaster at Venus' Temple, hadn't she?

He rubbed his neck, hoping that the action would maybe assuage the heat forming on his face. They just needed to get to some home, whichever home, out of the faces of all these pae, and put these damn blankets somewhere. Maybe he could cover a couch with them and --

No! What would he even do after that?! Stupid, stupid, stupid--

Oh, she wanted to thank Eknath? "Uh, he went to the spa." Distraction, right. "If you wanna go talk to him, I'd recommend waiting until after the spa. He'll be a grumpy, uh, kitty kitty if you interrupt him in the middle of a massage."

Very grumpy. Lisandru had once learned that the hard way with an unnecessary summoning. Then again, perhaps that was the summoning that made him so grumpy...

At the mention of her own "kitty kitty," K'nai, Lisandru pursed his lips. That actually sounded much grumpier than Eknath was, but of course, if all rakshasha were anything like his own, they'd like comforts like the spa as well. "I think spa trips are good for all ... kitty kitties. After all, they are kitties."

In fact, they were likely good for most everyone. Lisandru was clearly the exception to that rule, for obvious reasons. Toxin bubbles, toxic skin, and parts of his body seemingly covered with armor. Not exactly the best body to be going into a spa thing, everything else aside...

His place? They were gonna go back to his place. But she said he must have been tired. Maybe she'd leave him and go home to her own place and Lisandru could stare at himself in the mirror until it cracked from the terrible thoughts he was flooding it with. "Yeah. Tired."

Lisandru moved in the direction of his house, not exactly aware he was leading Prisma to the place she would be nearly guaranteed to find him to bother everyday.

Then again, did he mind?

The fact she seemed so floored by this explanation, considering she insisted on calling the rakshasha by the term kitty kitty, probably should have shocked him more than it had.

As it was, Lisandru took her excitement relatively in stride. Actually, he even chuckled a bit. Terrifying, really. It was almost like he had gotten used to all her crazy behaviour.

At being called her favourite person in the history of forever, Lisandru seemed legitimately a bit surprised. Really? She liked him that much? He didn't think he was all that appealing, and he was shy as he could get at times, and also he was toxic to Prisma, but apparently she still wanted to hang out with him anyway.

Huh.

Yes, lots of blankets. For warmth. And hugs apparently. "My house is down that way." Lisandru gestured towards it, starting to move them out of the markets and towards a block of residences. He was careful to scurry by his mother's house, not particularly wanting the grief.

His abode was a fairly average one, an one-floored location with a decent size that blended into the rest of the neighbourhood. It looked innocuous enough, and probably wasn't likely to be bothered. He preferred it that way.

"This is it. You can drop off the blankets if you want, it's fine."

He wondered if Prisma's place was bright and obnoxious...

Of course she had.

Lisandru would never escape now.

The greeting to the house didn't necessarily take Lisandru by surprise either, but he did jump from just how loud her voice was. She scurried off towards the house, too, apparently not taking his signal that she could just set the blankets down if she wanted. She clearly didn't want to -- or maybe she just didn't notice, but clearly she wanted to come into the house, then. Did she want to come into the house for any reason? Maybe she needed to use the washroom?

There was no reason why she would want to come into the house for being anything other than overexcited Prisma, right? Lisandru certainly couldn't think of any other reason. And she was being overexcited Prisma. It wasn't like he could really willingly stop her. Even if he did, she probably wouldn't understand -- and she wanted to come into his place, which would probably have more interesting connotations if she wasn't Prisma, but she had called him her most favourite person in the world, after all --

Lisandru awkwardly shuffled over and opened the door, shuffling inside before Prisma could come in to unceremoniously drop his pile of blankets on the ground. What on Telrunya was he going to do with all of these...

The house opened to a living room with a couch and a few small chairs. There was a kitchen and dining room combination further back, as well as what looked to be an offshoot area to some other rooms. The bedrooms were likely over there, along with the washroom. It was a relatively simple setup, but Lisandru liked it that way.

"Uh, you can set them wherever." He would likely shortly regret that.

Lisandru was left to watch as Prisma relentlessly put blankets all over every piece of furniture he owned. A chair, the other chair, the couches, the tables... did she put a blanket on the ice box? Not really a place for a blanket. He would probably need to fix that...

At least it gave a purpose for the blankets, he supposed.

Though there were still more on the floor.

The shetani shook his head, clearing his throat. "Yup! All finished!" Prisma had certainly come into his house like a storm, but he had expected that. It was in her nature to charge in and kinda ... make her mark on a place. Even if her mark was a bunch of blankets she nearly stole in an attempt to get him to be huggable by covering him with the blankets until he was basically unable to move, but at least he was covered, and that had been so thoughtful for her in her own way and it was really sweet and --

He rubbed his neck. "Uh, thanks." He had enough excitement for now, all things considered. Maybe he would go curl up under some of those blankets. The house certainly had more than enough of those now...

"I'm gonna, uh," he gestured towards the direction of the bedrooms, "get some rest. Today's been exciting." Lots of Prisma. Not that that was a bad thing. Wait, what?