(Set within the first two weeks of January 2025)

“Psss-pss-psss—” Shoulder deep beneath the bed, sprawled out on his stomach, Waru purred niceties in a baby voice as he reached for Bean’s curled scruff of a form. “C’mon – Ophelia – pretty girl! Gonna – gonna getchu into a nice new mau-house, and gonna see Aelius again! Or…okay…fuuuccckkk…” He groaned as he realized the multiple flaws his plan besides the multiple exits Beans could slip out from in a flash of white and calico spots, straight back into the hall where hoped Eion was. “Little – s**t – ufff…Gods, I forgot we’re gonna have to teach you his new..uhm..” The realization that he would have to call Aelius something new was weighing on him, much the same way he knew Aelius' desire for Beans had been weighing on the man. He’d seen that look of longing on the bluenettes face; a life entirely scattered and not a possession of his own within reach, least of all the most important ones. Like Aelius’s rescued cat (she was a Mau ok!). Like a name. The fact that Aelius had a glamour didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t going to be leaving the house anytime soon. Especially not to come back here, compromised was compromised so it would be him and Eion sweeping up the ashes and picking up the lingering bits, Waru only wondered if Trey was already paces ahead thinking about a job for his little brother —

Twice renamed, reborn, and —
Because Aelius had been pretty clear about the basics he was looking for, and because Waru’d asked their boy so nicely? (Whined and bitched like he’d somehow forget the few simple items the moment they were out of the bluenettes sight.) He’d gotten a whole entire list out of it! The words scrawled in not quite perfect writing, and he deliberately hadn’t stared at Aelius’s mostly healed wrists like he wanted to kiss the scars adorning them them while the boy had written out —

* Clothing
* Toiletries
* Trey and Aelius Picture (Somewhere in the dresser?)
* Day Planner + (check)
* Bag + (Hestia)
* Beans?

Save how the most desired items were becoming the most difficult to get his hands on.

“Okay—Ei! I give up – you’re gonna have to, idunno? Mau-whisper…uhm…cat-attract?” He barked as he struggled back out and heaved a petulant sigh. Hoping that leaving the carrier in the living room was as smart an idea as he’d thought it'd been.