[X] See if you can earn your keep and cook breakfast for Tessa with what she has in her fridge.
[X] Check Tessa's bookshelf for any good books.
[X] Try and take a quick catnap... Keyword being try, you insomniac.
(Two-way tie for number two)
Figuring you should lie down and see if you still have insomnia in this world and body, you curl up on the sofa and close your eyes.
...You're at it for maybe fifteen minutes. Nothing but tossing, turning, and trouble keeping your eyes closed. Either you're just not tired or your insomnia is still going strong.
Getting up, you head over to Tessa's bookshelf. It's a fairly meager collection. In fact, the bookshelf isn't even half full. Most of them seem to be cheap books that were gotten at a bargain. You notice a history book on the last one thousand years since the gods came down, but leafing through it shows it's nothing you haven't learned from the anime. Besides that, there's the story of the Argonaut. You plop down on the sofa and give it a read.
It seems to be a fairly short children's novel and sure enough it's about a boy who wants to be a hero and reminds you quite a bit of Bell. You spend about twenty-five minutes reading through it before returning it to the bookshelf.
Well, Tessa should be back in about twenty minutes. Maybe you can make her some breakfast? You check the diminutive Weretiger's Magic Stone-powered refrigerator, finding she has eggs and parsley, so you can probably make her a nice omelet! You grab a frilly white apron from a nearby wall hook and set to work cooking. It takes you a bit to figure out how the Magic Stone-powered stove works but once you do you feel right back at home.
You hear the locks jingling and the door opening, looking over your shoulder to see Tessa walking in. "Uh, Rooster? What're you doing?" She asks, sniffing the air. "Is that eggs?"
"Oh! I hope you don't mind... I just thought I'd cook you breakfast, Tessa. It's the least I can do for all you've done so far," you explain, a small smile on your face.
Tessa hops onto a chair at the dining table and you catch a blush spreading across her pale, porcelain features. "It's like having a husband I didn't realize could cook..." She mumbles under her breath, causing a giggle to escape your plump lips.
It's only a minute or two later that the front door opens again and in walks someone new. He's as pale as Tessa but his long, spiky hair is pitch black, yellow eyes gazing at you with a stern look and a scowl. He's probably about six feet tall and wearing a gray tunic with white breeches and brown leather boots, matching brown gloves on his hands. A messenger back is slung over his shoulder and you can tell that he's pretty muscular, roughly a swimmer's build. The ears on his head and tail sprouting from his tailbone show he's a Werewolf, like Bete, but... who is he?
"Big brother! You're home!" Tessa says from the dining table. Wait, her brother is a Werewolf? Huh, they must be adoptive siblings. "Ian, this is Roo-"
She's interrupted by Ian's scowl twisting into a snarl. He begins stomping towards you, a growl emanating from his throat. Immediately your thin, black-furred tail poofs into three times its length and you jump up onto the counter with grace that even surprises you. Tessa runs from the dining room table to stand protectively between Ian and yourself.
"No, big brother, stop! She's a friend of mine!" She exclaims.
This gives the Werewolf pause, but he's still glaring and baring his fangs at you.
"Her name is Rooster. I found her on the streets earlier this morning. She has amnesia. You don't mind her staying a while, do you?"
He doesn't move, still glaring at you. Tessa turns to you, frowning. "I'm sorry, Rooster, Ian's just... he's really protective of me." She turns back to her adoptive brother. "Please, Ian, relax! She's okay, I promise! Calm down. For me?"
Those words seem to strike a chord with Ian and his muscles visibly relax. He casts you one last glare, then turns and walks off, storming into his room and slamming the door shut.
Tessa sighs, then turns to you, looking up at you sadly. "I'm sorry, Rooster... I forgot how territorial my brother can be sometimes, but... He doesn't mean any harm, and he won't hurt you. Just give him a few days and he'll get used to you. I promise."
Sighing, you climb off the counter, your tail still poofed as thick as a raccoon tail. You suppose it's fine... Ian'll just warm up to you, you're sure.
"It's fine, Tessa. Just... sit down. Your omelett is almost ready," you instruct, your voice a little shaky. You reach down to rub the diminutive Weretiger's head.
She nods, not seeming to mind the contact. A blush on her face, she returns to the table and you return to grab your spatula.
Well, first morning in Orario and you run into an androphobic Weretiger and a territorial Werewolf... What next?
Chapter 1: Welcome to Orario
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