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The formerly creepy mansion where a raven would fit right in- Thursday

Brooke was still a bird, and she was getting really annoyed about it. Flying was cool, but she decided she was over lirteally everything else about it immediately.

And on day three of it, she was hopping around on the sofa, trying to turn the TV on by hitting the remote buttons with her beak. Look. Her shows were on. She wasn't missing them just because she had feathers.

[For ze boy!]

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Mike had been on the island for too long, because... He was taking this in stride, like, way too easily. Or maybe it was just the extended werewolf period of his life that had left him with a broad understanding of the things that were acceptable in his house. Like his girlfriend being a raven for days.

He was still working on the vanity in the workshop, but it was about time for him to at least have a snack break or something. And on his way to the kitchen, it didn't seem like a bad idea to check on Brooke, too.

Also because he thought he'd heard clicking from the living room. So here he was.

"Babe? You need something?"

Yes! She needed hands, god dammit! And legs!

But she would settle for getting to her channel!

It was hard to convey this with bird sounds.

Mike listened to that for a moment, before he said, "Yeah, I still don't speak bird." Not for lack of trying, though!

But, she'd been pecking at the remote, so at least that was a clue. "You wanna change the channel?" he asked as he came closer.

Yes! She gave a little hop, hitting a button that turned it to QVC, which earned it a Look in bird.

Sure. Now you changed.

Mike was probably a bad person for chuckling quietly at that, right? But he couldn't help it. There was a disgruntled bird on his couch.

"Is that better?"

No! Michael!

Michael.

What about her made you think she would watch-

"QVC while sober?"

Oh hey, at least she was human again! A naked, uncomfortably positioned human!

He'd been joking!

At least half.

At least a third?

Whatever, now there was a naked Brooke on his couch instead, and so he definitely forgot about whatever he'd just said. Also, he laughed again, though this time it was out of surprise. "Well hey, welcome back."

"I hate this town some days," Brooke grumbled, getting herself into an actual sitting position and folding her arms over her chest, out of annoyance rather than modesty. "You know, like the last three days."

"I know, babe," Mike replied, tempering his amusement to a more acceptable level. He knew it sucked, he did. "Can I get you anything? Like, clothes or maybe some human food?"

He was so glad the days of googling 'what do ravens eat' were over.

"Yes, please. Both of those things. Extra comfy clothes," she requested.

"Can do."

Yeah, the guy who's favorite clothing type seemed to be sweatpants could probably bring it on the comfort front. He nodded, then went on his way to rummage through his closet.

He came back moments later with a pair of sweats, one of his smaller tanks, and a hoodie. "These're all probably way big for you," he said as he held them out for her, "but the pants have a drawstring and at least you're gonna look all cute and tiny in 'em."

"Thanks," she said, taking the clothes to put them on. Cute and Tiny was definitely going to be a thing here. "And thanks for dealing with me and my wings and beak."

"Anytime." Listen to him, sounding kind of fond as he said that. He shrugged, too. "You would've done the same, I hope. And it's not like you pecked at me too much or anything."

Could've been worse, anyway.

"You got any preference on food? 'Cause there's Thai takeout from last night, or I can whip you up a sandwich or pancakes or... anything, really."

"Takeout's fine. Whatever's fast and actual food," Brooke said. "You know when people say some eats like a bird? Not recommended."

"So you don't wanna eat like... however many times their weight today?" Mike joked, but he was already getting himself towards the kitchen. She'd suffered enough. "Got it."

"Do you know how much I've missed teeth?" she asked, following as she adjusted the drawstring on the pants.

"I am guessing a whole lot." He'd had a jokier response on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. If he was going to make fun of her, she should at least be fed first. "Not gonna lie, it was a pretty big surprise end to the broadcast."

"Try being on this side. I guess it's good that I finished the notes first. I'm committed to my craft but I can only do so much without vocal cords," she sighed. "I like that you were listening, though."

Mike shrugged as he yanked the fridge open and retrieved the takeaway carton. "I don't always catch the broadcasts, but I try to, you know?"

He peered into the box. Yeah, still good enough to actually serve. Though not before tossing it into the microwave for a minute.

"It's fun to listen to you."

Brooke smiled over at him, discomfort about the whole bird thing forgotten for the moment. "I'm fun to listen to?"

"Well, yeah," Mike said, like it was the only possible answer. "I mean, I like your voice no matter what it's doing. So it makes a pretty decent start to the day."

"Huh. I'm going to remember that," Brooke said thoughtfully. "And not feel pressured to sound hot."

"You sound hot without trying." Said a completely unbiased source. The microwave dinged, and he retrieved the carton, then held it out for her before going to fetch her a fork, too. "Okay, eat up. Human food."

"Best boyfriend ever," she said gratefully as she took it. "I owe your once I feel less... post-birdlike."

"Take your time," he said, as he went to get the makings of a sandwich for himself out of the fridge. "It's gotta be an adjustment, you were a bird for a while."

It hadn't been long enough to freak him out, but still. Not a short amount of time, either.

"Way too long," she says, even if it'd only been a couple days. "And I should have been something prettier. Like a swan. I could rock being a swan."

"Aren't swans like the fucking devil, though?" Mike wondered. "'Cause that's what I always heard, that they're pretty but also mean as hell."

"I mean, I'm good with that," Brooke said.

Mike snorted. "I'm not," he said, his sandwich finished but he paused before biting into it all the same because clearly this was an important thing to say. "I don't want an angry swan fucking up my house, even if it is you."

Look, he'd seen her get frustrated as a raven. He preferred it when she was a smaller bird like that.

"It's not like I would take it out on you..."

Probably.

Mike raised his eyebrows at that. Just, a lot. And without saying anything.

In part because he was biting into the sandwich right now, but also because he thought the eyebrows said enough.

"Next time I'm gonna be a swan, just for those eyebrows," Brooke decided.

"And then I'm gonna swan-proof you a room to hang out in with your impressive wingspan."

So, there.

"That only makes Swan Brooke sound more awesome," she decided.

Mike shrugged. "And it's not like I don't have room to do that," he added. "I mean... I've actually thought about, uh, maybe renting some of the upstairs out again."

It was a big damn house.

"Oh? To who?" she asked, then came to a more important question. "Would we have to have quieter sex?"

"I don't know, a suitable candidate." Given that his last housemate had been the surliest werewolf in the world and had been squatting in the house when he bought it, his idea of 'suitable' may have been broader than most.

Which was to say that he was going to end up sharing his house with a guy and his friendly alien symbiote. But he didn't know that yet.

"Also, hell no." He grinned. "It's my house, we can be as loud as we want. If they can't deal, they shouldn't live here."

"Same goes for if we randomly want to do it on the coffee table or whatever?"

Look, this was important.

"I l--"

He totally almost blurted something out just then. Because her priorities were beautiful, and so was she.

"Okay, that's a when, not an if. Also, like... Coffee table, kitchen counter, out on the back porch, whatever. It's all part of the package. They've gotta be courteous and deal."

She was pretty sure she caught that.

And instead of pushing, she said, "Youte going to end up with a voyeur for a roommate. Also we should check off the back porch before it gets cold."

"Babe, whenever you want."

Because he was so, so easy.

(Also more than a little smitten with her.)

"Okay, Good," she said, setting the container down on the counter. "Because talking about it is kind of making me want to owe you."

Now that sounded like a reason for him to finish his sandwich with one last bite.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, smirking a little. "Well I'm gonna stop you."

"Good," she said, coming over to slide her arms around him. "Because I was a bird for a long time."

Like two days.

"A really long time," Mike agreed easily, wrapping one of his arms around her to pull her close, while his other hand cupped her cheek. "Long enough for me to miss you."

"I was right here," she said, smiling softly.

"Yeah, but it's not the same." On several levels, really. He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheek. "I prefer you as a person."

"Me too. It is kind of hard to do this without lips," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

Any jokes Mike might have had about how he wouldn't have wanted to get pecked were gone and forgotten as soon as her lips were against his. Funny how that could make him focus.

It made him tuck her even closer againgst his body, too. One hand against the small of her back and the other sliding to the back of her neck.

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