Who: Sloane and Alix What: Sloane calls in her IOU When: 4/23, daytime Where: Cirque -> NOODS MUSEUM Warnings?: N/A
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The moon was coming. That fact alone was enough to make Alix antsy in the lead up. They weren't a born shifter. Control during a forced change wasn't something they knew. Friend and foe alike became simply food, and they were unable to keep their toothy maw from trying to bear down on anything it could wrap itself around. Since joining the cirque they'd been marginally more relaxed about it. Full moons meant being relegated to a cage where they could be watched over and dealt with safely, where the most they might menace was a stray shoe or stick left near enough for their stumpy clawed legs to get at.
Knowing they'd be buttoned up tightly was what allowed them to settle enough to enjoy a mid-morning nap atop their caravan, stretched as flat as possible with scaled belly pressed to the cool metal of the roof. Japan wasn't as hot as India had been, which was a shame, but a sun nap was a sun nap no matter the temperature.
And then they were suddenly a very awake, very confused crocodilian. Someone was speaking to them from below?
Wake up, Chomps. Let's go, surprise outing.
Alix let out a sleepy grunt and returned to their human form, still bleary-eyed as they pushed themselves up on elbows enough to see over the side of the room. Sloane stood on their deck, looking very awake, very put together, and very expectant.
"Why are you so awake right now?" they asked, voice hoarse. "This is the time for napping."
They began to half-heartedly root through the pile of clothes they'd left next to them, hoping that maybe Sloane would understand the need for laziness and decide to join them instead.