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And... now there was hair in his hands. The sensuality of hair was new to Autsu, unconnected to his past. Though some of his people developed feathers, none had hair. So, this, the strands of another's hair tangled around his fingers, this was a new experiance for him.

It was not without its pleasure.

Lightly, he traced his fingers through the strands, marveling at their length. It made his ally look different, softer somehow. He was not sure how he felt about that. It was so clearly false, to see him as soft. But perhaps soft was not the word he wished for.

"I do not believe I would have such patience." He admitted, touching the blue strands of his own hair. "But... I would not wish to see it cut."

"You will simply have to make a loop of it, so that it does not trail, should it grow much longer." Trust Autsu to approach an amused comment from the angle of practicality. For a moment more, he let himself stroke the dark beauty of it. Then he untangled his fingers, and prepared for the next move in the night's adventure.

They were looking for cloth.

"What sort, ally?" He asked, bringing back the question he'd asked before Kian's hair had distracted him. "If we are to raid for supplies, I first must know what sort would best suit our purposes."

Ahh, well, in that case Autsu did know of something in the house that would work nicely. Sussare's bed, in his brother's room, was cushioned with a black fabric that would meet Kian's specifications. It was possible that his brother had more of it somewhere. It was likely, that if he asked Sethos, the fae would simply give him item in question.

But his brother would not always be there to give him the things he needed. It was important that he and Kian be capible of obtaining the things they required with out assistance. Therefore, it would have to be, as he had already stated, a raid.

"I know where to find such a cloth. Do you think, while they still speak at the table, we might attempt to attain unseen?" If Kian wasn't interested then they would simply go and ask his brother.

"I will behave, then." Something like amusement in his voice as he stepped over to where his door stood closed, and placed his ear against it. He heard nothing, which meant, at least hopefully, that no one awaited them in the hallway.

"We go to my brother's room. The cloth we wish is there. None should face the hall from where they talk, but we need be silent, or they might turn. Sethos's room is across, and down to the left. Away from the kitchen."

He paused considering. "But first we must be sure that he still entertains your brother, and has not retired. So we must see the table. We can not simply listen for him."

Because, of course, Sethos did not speak.

"It seems you are not completely adverse to causing me injury, my friend." Autsu rubbed his the spot where Kian's tail had hit, ruefully. He spoke in an undertone, and then stopped speaking entirely. With his wings held tightly against his back, he moved cautiously into the hallway, listening. The adults talking. Silence. Ade's laughter. Only one could entertain the child silently. He hoped.

Tapping Kian lightly, he nodded further down the hallway, toward Sethos's bedroom. If they moved silently, the adults would continue to talk, and not look toward the unlit hallway.

In this, Autsu's light form did not work against him. He moved like a shadow of himself. Were it not for his wings and hair, he might have passed for a shadow. A cloak, perhaps. No time to think of these things now.

The door to Sethos's room was shut, but there was no surprise in that. It would be well. There were no locks in this house. The winged boy didn't bother to place his ear against this door. There would be no sounds, occupied or not. He pushed it open gently, just wide enough for them to enter, and gestured for Kian to follow him in.

Sethos's room, unlike his, was plush and ornate. Egyptian symbolism mingled with Autumn's colors.

The touch of Kian's fingers against his back was, thankfully, not an uncomfortable one. The necessary contact of two comrades in an operation that required silence was something he could deal with. It was the casual cuddling at unexpected moments that really set him off. Still, where the pressure of Kian's fingers rested, his back sang.

There in the corner, was Sussare's small bed, with the black cloth that they sought. This mission was a simple one, but the intention was entertainment and practice, not true challenge.

"There. All of it?"