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"I thought you said you'd be busy today," Kwandry states, walking into his apartment with Startide following closely behind.

"Well I did," Startide responds, smiling a little and slinking over to the red panda before wrapping his arms around and squeezing Kwandry's midsection. Kwandry peers down at the shorter feline then smiles and brings his hand down to rub over the back of Startide's head a few times.

"I do appreciate the company, don't get me wrong."

"I know." The feline presses his head into the side of Kwandry's chest and curls his tail some. "I kinda wanted to... I wanted to talk a bit." Startide lets go and looks up at Kwandry whose expression takes on a noticeably more curious tone. The panda gives a nod and walks over to set his keys down on the countertop before making his way over to the couch.

"Let's get comfy first," he says as he sits and stretches, giving a fanged yawn as Startide grins and crawls onto the couch on the opposite end. At first Kwandry gives a confused tilt of his head. "What? Do I smell or something?"

"Of course not; I was gonna give you a paw rub."

"You gave me one yesterday," Kwandry chuckles.

"You know I like giving them to you," the feline responds. "Pleeeeease?" He leans forward a bit, legs crossed and back facing the arm of the couch.

"But I haven't washed them since this morning. At least wait 'til I take a sho--" Kwandry stops at the face Startide gives him. That cat did always know how to give the cutest, most convincing looks. "Alright alright," Kwandry states with a wide grin before shifting his feet up and them in Startide's empty lap. "I hope they're not too bad."

"They're just fine! You take great care of them," Startide says as he presses his thumbs into the bottom and begins to knead into the soft, mostly clean pads. Even at this proximity there's only a very light musk coming off of them. "I mean, I can barely tell you've been walking around. Honestly."

"You mean -you- take great care of them," Kwandry says before giving his toes another flex, a light flutter coursing through his chest from the compliment. "So... what did you wanna talk about?"

Startide's ears perk and his eyes meet Kwandry's for a moment before he looks down again and begins to take his shirt off. At first Kwandry thinks it's in reaction but quickly feels his foot pressed into Startide's warm bellyfur and rolls his eyes a bit, clenching his toes and tugging very gently at the kitty's fur.

"What? Don't wanna say anymore?"

"No... no I'm going to tell ya. Just... thinking," Startide responds, sighing and wrapping his arms around the footpaw in his lap; squeezing it to his stomach.

"Is it bad?" Kwandry asks, sitting up a little with his ears standing atop his head. "Did something happen?"

"No... well, yes. No to the first thing; yes, kinda to the second."

The panda rolls his eyes and curls his toes against Startide's fur, catching some of it and tugging very gently. "I can't read your mind, Star. Just say it."

"It's..." Startide frowns a little. "Well, here." He shifts Kwandry's paws out of his lap and climbs over the red panda's legs and into his lap.

"What are you--"

"Showing you," Startide says before holding his hand out to Kwandry. "Pull my ring off," he states, showing off the plain silver band around his finger.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Kwandry asks dryly.

"No! Really..." Startide responds. Kwandry eyes him before sighing and reaching to grasp the device, tugging it off gently only to find Startide... gone?

"Err, Star?" He asks, before he notices something small on his thigh. He looks down and his eyes widen a little. "...Startide?"

"Yep!" The cat shouts up, balancing as well as he can before standing back up on two legs. "I'm a micro."

"I... I see that. But how?" He asks before looking in his palm at the ring he'd taken off of Startide's finger.

"It's called a cloaker. It lets me grow to a normal's height. Easier, safer... y'know."

The red panda's eyes stay locked on the jewelry for a moment long before shifting his gaze back to the cat in his lap. He reaches down and holds a hand near, allowing the three inch tall feline to climb into his palm. Soon as Startide climbs in the cloaker sitting in Kwandy's palm shrinks down to a size more suitable for him and he picks it up.

"Interesting," Kwandry states before grinning toothily. "So I guess we don't have to just roleplay about this stuff anymore, huh? I could really swallow you down at that height."

"Totally, I even have a few ideas as for how I could get back out!" Startide responds.

"Hahah, you would. God, why didn't you tell me about this before? This is amazing." He holds the feline up to his face and Startide leans forward, resting his hands and weight against the panda's nose.

"Well I... just have to be careful who I tell is all. I was kinda afraid you'd be mad I didn't mention it earlier. It's not that I don't trust you it's just... I couldn't find the right way to bring it up."

Kwandry smiles and licks his tongue out against Startide's belly, enjoying the tiny squirming motions the feline makes. "You know I support micros. You didn't have to worry about er... coming out? What would you guys even call it?"

"I dunno," Startide laughs before rubbing over one of his ears. "Er... but..."

"What?" Kwandry asks. "I'm okay with it-- really! I'm glad you told me."

"No it's not that. The other thing I needed to ask was whether I could stay here with you. It's just safer. With all the crap going on I've been kinda worried is all. If anyone found out and grabbed me it's possible no one would know for days. A lot of us have been finding norms we trust and kinda... well, sticking with them. You don't have to follow me around everywhere but I figure if I'm here with you then at least if something does happen--"

"Yes, kitty, the answer is yes," Kwandry chuckles. "I'd love for you to move in with me and I'll do my best to keep you safe. Well, safe from everyone else, at least," he grins.

Startide shifts his head to kiss Kwandry's nose, fur turning even a bit more orange as his flesh reddens. He climbs onto the red panda's muzzle and wraps his arms as far around it as possible, squeezing and nuzzling into the fur. "I really appreciate it."

The panda grins and rubs the small cat's tail between a pair of fingers. Living with a micro might be kind of interesting. It takes a couple months to finalize everything but eventually Startide manages to move in. The actual moving is easy considering the size of the feline's things and it's for the same reason that the feline's presence minimally impacts the panda at first. Of course, Startide's love of his natural height shines through more and more as the months go by; something Kwandry experiences as Startide becomes comfortable keeping his cloaker off around the house.

"I really hate doing this," Kwandry says as he taps at his keyboard, trying to keep awake. The tedium of the typing wears at his attention and leaves him sleepy but he manages to fight it at first. As sleepiness wins out he begins to nod; eyes lidding and fingers slowing-- at least until something presses against his toe-crotch which causes them to flex. The panda's eyes crack open and he looks down to find Startide with his little head pressed into place; tongue working against the fur between Kwandry's toes.

"Hey hey, comeon. I'm doing work here," Kwandry says, flicking his toes gently and pushing Startide backwards. "We'll play later," he states before sitting up and going back to staring at his screen. It's not long before he feels the cat's tongue again, however. This time it's against the pad of the rightmost toe on his right foot. Admittedly, it feels nice even if he lifts it and presses Startide back again. "I have to focus, Startide...."

"You weren't focusing, you were falling asleep," the cat states, getting back to his feet to stare up at the looming sole of the giant red panda hanging above him just outside of his reach. He grins and bounds after Kwandry's other foot; pouncing at it once it's in range. He manages to grab at one of the toes just as Kwandry tries to tug it back, finding himself tugged into the air with the paw.

"I wasn't sleeping!" Kwandry replies, staring down at the cat clinging to one of his toes. He huffs and brings his foot down again so that Startide won't fall off. "Don't you have work to do? Where's your cloaker?"

"In my pocket and I do have work to do! Keeping you awake."

Kwandry glares down at the little cat for a moment. "You just wanna get at my feet."

"It's a secondary goal, sure; I admit it," Startide responds.

"...You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"

"Nope."

"Fine," Kwandry states. "But I'm gonna be rough! You okay with that?"

"Doesn't asking me kind of undermine that poin--"

Kwandry's paw presses down on Startide, pushing the cat to the floor and smooshing him firmly beneath the soft, lightly-scented padding of his foot. The feline groans beneath the weight, taking a moment to recover from the impact before starting to glide and slather his tongue against the pads pressing down into his body and rendering him wonderfully helpless.

The grinding of the red panda's paw continues while Kwandry works at his assignment. Admittedly, having the little micro squirming under his sole does make it a bit easier to stay awake and soon enough he's gotten into enough of a rhythm that he focuses primarily on working while half-forgetting that Startide is even under there. Despite the pressure, Startide keeps pressing up against the sole carefully rubbing him into the floor, greatly enjoying the softness. The pressure lightens and he manages to move himself enough to press his face into the pad of one of Kwandry's toes, giving a kiss and a few licks. Things remain this way for about fifteen minutes before the paw shifts and moves forward to settle with its heel against the ground; the ball inclined into the air above Startide's head which gives the cat an excellent view of just how large Kwandry's foot is in comparison to him; easily between three and four times his own height.

"Thanks for letting me move in," Startide squeaks up suddenly, grabbing Kwandry's attention again. The panda's face twists a bit in annoyance; he's almost done.

"You... don't have to thank me, Startide," he says, holding his annoyance back. After all, living with the kitty has been pretty fun. Startide doesn't take up much space, he doesn't eat much, and he's fun to hang around with. "I'm just glad I could help. Plus I think our... interests work together well."

"Heheh, I agree! Just wanted to make sure you knew. I can't say how much I appreciate it enough."

"Well of course, I wouldn't have had it any other way-- Ack!" Kwandry peers under the desk at a suddenly full-sized cat, frowning. "Stop causin' trouble, Star," he sighs, unable to help but grin. "Micros, I tell you..."

"Sorry-- just wanted to do this!" he grabs Kwandry's right paw and presses his face right into sole, gliding his tongue from heel all of the way up to the ball of the taller creature's foot. Kwandry's eyes widen; the pressure from the feline's muzzle combined with slick warmth gliding over his sole almost causes him to draw back but the longer he lets it go the more he relaxes., "Oh man..." he sighs, splaying his toes out and relaxing them repeatedly. Good thing he has a large desk. The sound of Startide's tongue gliding firmly over his paw is audible but somehow not distracting, which allows the panda to attempt to start working again.

"That does feel really nice. I should've gotten a micro roommate way before this," he chuckles. "I'm glad you decided to tell me and that you trust me enough to stay here. Its been a lot of fun, Star," he says while keeping his eyes on the computer screen, only looking back down for a moment when the feline's tongue begins gliding through the area between each of his toes. "Mmmf..."

"Of course. You've always been good to me," the cat responds, slinking out from under the desk to stand and wrap his arms about the panda. Kwandry wiggles his nose slightly, then grins and hugs back as best he can-- just a little saddened for a moment that his foot isn't being licked anymore. "Go get a movie ready and I'll come watch it with you in a sec, okay?"

Startide nods and lets go. "Alright-- I'm thinkin' film noir tonight," the cat states before trotting off. Kwandry looks after him, then goes back to working. Just a bit more to do.

The night is a good wind-down as they tended to be lately. With Startide on his chest, Kwandry pets over the tiny cat; finger gliding through the orange fur while they watch the movie. The last few months have been satisfying; having a roommate meant he wasn't alone during the day and the fact that Startide is a micro gave him a chance to both live out some shared fantasies as well as have a chance to really get an idea of what the smaller creatures have to deal with. It's surprising the the feline is always so cheerful considering some of the things that happen to folks his natural height. Even moreso than before, Kwandry resolves to do his best to keep Startide safe. Not only would he be heartbroken to lose such a wonderful friend but, admittedly, despite how much it annoys him at times, it's nice to have someone pay so much attention to him.

"What're you staring at?" Startide grins.

"Er, nothing," Kwandry states, shifting his gaze back to the television screen. "Movie's kinda boring... wanna go uh... back to my room? Probably something a bit more... interesting there."

Startide's head tilts for a moment before a toothy smirk appears over his muzzle. "Let's go."