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[-i-] Agree to the tea. She has never shown to be truly hostile to you, after all. And you have to eat something.
Nodding absently, you reply. "That would be lovely, actually. …I haven't had anything to eat, since…" Well, since a long time ago, that's for sure. You don't even know how long it has been since those sunflower seeds…
Automatically, you shudder at the thought. "Don't even think of that… Just keep going along." Slowly letting your claws relax, you begin to walk after the doll, who had floated to the air shortly after Margatroid's admonition. "So, Amsterdam, why didn't you fly?"
Steadfastly refusing to look at you, the doll continues floating forward through the propped door. "I suppose I'll have to wait for you to tell me." Sighing, you follow after her into the dim light of the house in front of you.
Once inside, you notice that the inside is uncharacteristically bright, considering how dark it was compared to the outside. Paying it no great mind, you look around at the papered walls, all of which are lined with a great deal of trinkets. Those spots that are bare from wooden shelves are instead bedecked with portraits, each containing a subject staring demurely at you as you gaze upon them.
Turning your head from the pictures on the wall, you finally look at the rest of the sitting room. It all seems very quaint, just as the house itself is. Dark wooden furniture surrounded by dusty couches, just a little too close to quite be called cozy.
It is about at this point that you realize how large you are. When you were in the burrow there was never a place that you felt cramped or enormous. Here though, you felt the walls closing in on your wings, and just how fragile the furniture would be when under your claws.
Fortunately, you do not find yourself possessed by any urge to crush or destroy now, so you find it merely difficult to maneuver around. You consciously have to keep the wing muscles taught, folding them as flat as possible against your back.
In front of you, Amsterdam has set down on the table, before pointing at a proffered chair that had been nudged to the side. "Am I to sit here, then?" At her nod, you take the offered seat with a sight.
"You never do know how much you'll miss this until it's gone." After the most comfortable seat being straw or stone, the cushion below you is quite lovely. As you do relax, you almost miss the look of hurt on her face. "…Amsterdam? What's wrong?"
The doll immediately looks away, her red hair hiding her eyes. Before you can question further, you hear another door open to your left. Looking forward at the sound, you see two blurs come through. Your eyes immediately begin to track the blurs, which eventually resolve into red and blue dressed dolls, these with blonde and brown hair, respectively.
Once over the table, both slowed down before setting their cargo on it silently. A teapot and a covered plate now stood before you, their contents hot and steaming still. Before you could get too good of a look, though, you heard more movement through the door.
Finally, Margatroid had made her return, carrying with her two cups in her hands. "I see that you have made yourself comfortable. Good. I would have hated to deal with an awkward guest who did not know how to compose himself." Internally you release a small sigh as you cut your eyes toward Amsterdam.
She, however, does not return the look. Instead, she floats up into the air, joining the other dolls. Margatroid herself does not pay them any attention, smoothly taking a place on the seat across from you, setting the cups onto the table as she did. "It is not often that I actively invite a beast into my home. At least you seem to not have fallen prey to your instincts, at least as of yet."
"It's not as if I've been in this situation for very long." Folding your claws across your lap as best as you could, you look at the cold girl with the swirling, dead eyes. "And many of the things that Wriggle asks of me are repulsive… I couldn't do what she says with a clear conscious."
"A conscious…" Staring at you, still having not filled either cup, she speaks. "That is not something that a Youkai has. Nor is it something that most of those Changed keep."
Tilting your head, you try to read her body language. However, there is very little to speak of. At least, there is very little besides the obvious stillness. "You don't give much away. Is that a good thing from your opinion, or a bad thing?"
Shrugging slightly, she reaches forward, lifting the teapot and pouring into one cup. "It is merely a thing, as you say. Intrinsically, it is neither good nor bad, in my opinion." Pausing once the one cup had reached the brim, she began pouring the other. "However, if that is what keeps your mind in charge, rather than your instincts, I would commend it as a good thing."
"You keep speaking of my instincts. What is it that you expect me to do?"
Becoming still for one instant, Margatroid resumes the pouring shortly thereafter. "You are a beast, pure and simple. See you not those wings on your back and claws on your hands?" Pursing her lips, she offers you one of the cups, sliding it across the table on a saucer. "It is in your nature now to act as a beast. To concentrate on feeding, sleeping, and mating. Although, as you said, you have been in that body shortly. It shouldn't be long until you start feeling it further."
Shivering, you think back to all the urges you've had since you've been like this. None the least of which had been those to kill Wriggle. Could those have been more than just your anger manifesting itself? "…What about urges to kill another?"
Still staring at you, she slowly nods. "Which other is it that you wish to sink your claws into?"
Finally unfolding your hands, you stare back at her as your left hand grips the armrest. "You should be perfectly well aware of which one, Margatroid."
"Indeed." A hint of a smirk shone upon her face. "I should not insult your intelligence so rashly, should I?" Before you could say anything, she continues, her hands slightly moving to emphasize every point. "That is probably your instinct to feed manifesting yourself. Wriggle is your natural prey, after all. That combined with your personal feelings probably amplify it to noticeable amounts."
"Last I checked, I don't eat people." Mentally refraining from biting your lip, you glance away. "I may not quite be human, but that's not what I eat."
"No, but birds eat bugs, do they not?" Shaking her head, she insists, "Go ahead and drink. I brought you in for tea, did I not? You should have it."
Cautiously, you look down at the cup. "I see." Raising your right hand towards the piece of fine china, you carefully slide you claws through it. "I suppose this won't quite be as easy as I'm used to it."
"I wasn't aware that drinking tea was quite as common on the other side." Still, Margatroid nods slightly. "However, you are correct. You will not have quite as easy of a time using standard conveniences."
Not bothering to reply, you raise the cup to your lips, looking at it. It seems quite simple brown and clear. There is no sweetener that could be seen within it. All the same, there is no odd smell, as far as you can tell. Not that you're the biggest connoisseur of tea in the first place, so there is no way to easily tell.
Raising your eyes towards Amsterdam, you look for any indication that it might be alright. She does not look at you, but nods nearly unnoticeably after a moment. Taking that as a cue, you place the cup to your lips and taste a drink.
Immediately, you nearly cough it out. The tea was bitter to your tongue, nearly causing you to gag. However, after taking a sip, you level your gaze at the wall beyond. There is no pain that shoots through your body. No great agonizing that wreaks your body. No urges to do something violent or bestial. No desire to suddenly start singing about unbirthdays.
Sighing, you close your eyes. "A normal cup of tea, then? That was… bitter."
"Would you have taken a drink if you saw anything in it?" Clucking her tongue once more, she takes a sip from her own cup. "Besides, you do not need the sugar or the milk. It would not do well to excite you when you need to calm your instincts, yes?"
"I suppose…" Again, you take another sip from the cup, completely draining the shallow contents. "Certainly would do a better job of keeping me awake than coffee…" At least you know that this is safe enough. You're not falling asleep, and you're not suddenly feeling tired. "At least it's good to know that I don't have to worry about this doing anything to me—"
Before you can finish that thought, you hear a bang upstairs, causing you to jump suddenly. Your claws clench together just slightly too hard, and the handle breaks off the cup. Said cup proceeds to fall to the ground, shattering.
As you restrain yourself from cursing outlaid, Margatroid glares at the ceiling. "That must be the little one making a ruckus. My apologies." Looking back at you, she frowns just slightly, her eyes still blank when she looks at you. "See how difficult it is to keep yourself under control? Just a little slip, and you find yourself breaking something you'd rather not."
"I can see that…" Shaking your head, you bow down to gather up the pieces of china. "This will be quite annoying. Just when I thought I found something safe…"
"Perhaps so." Giving you a close look, she sighs. "Would you like a replacement that you can more easily handle?"
[ ] Yes, that would be lovely
[ ] No, thank you.
Drink from the teapot Yeah, no.