Despite being cross with her before the young Mage couldn't help but smile a little at Libby's antics. She always liked a pat on the head for things and despite how hard she was on herself she earned a lot more than most girls in the Bandits Most find a niche and work it to death, a Turtledove, a Bludgeon, a Wet Girl, each job had set list of requirements and standards. Most he came across liked their lot and stuck with it. But Libby was always the first to volunteer for something new and that often meant Whistler was dragged along despite liking his lot in life and wanting to stick with it.
But once you get a live in partner, you're a team til death do you part, kinda like a marriage. Even breaking up a working team was a rare occurrence. Rike hated the paperwork needed to assign a new complimentary partner, so aside from the sex part (normally) a partnership in the Bay Water Bandits was a marriage. Though he's had partners he's had sex with, those were fun assignments.
Whistler was already on the bed and watched in amusement at Libby's reaction to it. He was told he sleep talked, but wasn't sure what she might've heard that she didn't already know.
"Yea same room, but never same bed. Sleep talking aside I have a habit of cuddling bed partners and pillows are no match for a Mage." Still he would do his best to respect it after giving it a few kicks more to her side. He likes sprawling out in his sleep and he knew the pillow would interfere with that. He lifted his pan pipe and dusted it off. "If you think this is awesome wait until you see the bathroom, it's nothing what we had at HQ. Has an actual hot water setting and a single toilet that isn't an ice cold bucket." He settled into his side and adjusted the waistband on his boxers before he reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of his puppets. A small male and small female pair he calls Elly and Icarus. They were his go-to infiltrators, but were also his best dancers. Every night he practiced his art with them and it was something Libby always liked so he'd give her a show like she gave him one.
He placed the small puppets on the pillow between them and began with a slightly darker sounding song. The small dolls were surrounded with soft blue light the color of Whistler's eyes then came to life and began dancing a kind of waltz together.
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