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The whole point of a bond is to benefit both witch and monster. It's supposed to minimize the monster's feral impulses, make them easier to resist.

This is the first full moon she and Lapis have shared since they became bonded, and Peridot is not sure she's feeling any of those benefits yet. She feels just as agitated as ever, just as on edge. She's lurking up in her room, a victorian bedroom turned out of control greenhouse, pacing back and forth in front of the bedroom window as she keeps a mindful eye on her hoard of plants. She'd contacted Lapis by Watch, asked her to come up to keep her company. Which is frankly an embarrassing request to have to make, but for some reason it's the only thing that she can think that would make her feel any better right now.

Her eyes keep flicking to the door, ears pricked up for the sound of footsteps. It's totally dark in the room except for the moonlight filtering in through the bay window.

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Lapis stops, because she's being an attentive friend. Also this is clearly stressful to Peridot. And maybe if she just waits a minute, Peridot will see that nothing bad is happening. The plants are still within eyesight, and they haven't even left.

She'll even give her hand an encouraging squeeze.

Her tail flicks back and forth, the barbs scraping along the floor lightly. She squeezes Lapis's hand as well, exhaling with a huff. Then she charges forward with determined strides, pulling Lapis along, and wrenches the door open herself.

Being yanked along by someone stronger than her? Not really a new thing, honestly. Being yanked along by Peridot? Absolutely a new thing, and she almost trips a little bit due to their differences in height but manages to catch her footing before falling flat.

And helpfully finishes the job Peridot started, pushing her past the boundaries of the door frame and into the hallway, and gives her an expectant look.

"See? Nothing exploded."

Peridot and exhales, conceding with a subdued nod. "I mean I didn't think they were going to explode," she says huffily, crossing her arms.

All the same, she really wants to go back to her room.

"And no one has stolen them either." She tacks on in response to Peridot's huffy tone. "Just like I said."

"I feel like you're willfully disregarding what I explained earlier about something happening to the plants being a symptom of a much bigger problem," Peridot sniffs, though without much bite.

"Absolutely." There it is, Peridot. Your confirmation.

Mostly because she can deal with this problem step by step rather than the Entire Problem of a Gem Dragon. Which is still cool, but obviously Peridot has reservations about it.

Peridot looks back up and blinks at her with surprise, another dubious frown twisting her features. She's... She's not really sure what to say to that.

"Right. Well. Regardless, thank you for your help, but I think that's more than enough infant stepping for me for one day," she laughs nervously, reaching for the doorknob again.

"But you only just got outside the door frame." Which is entirely infant steps. Not even baby at this point! "At least wait a minute before going back in..."

"What, like... Just stand here?" Peridot says, flattening her ears a little. "For how long?"

"I mean, we don't have to just stand here. It'd probably be hard to ignore your dragon-y side if we just did that." Look at her, trying to be considerate even though she's the one foisting this on Peridot to begin with.

Actually, she's kind of wishing she maybe had a tambourine or something. At least it'd take more attention off of said thing.

"Hmmmm," Peridot rumbles, ears flattening a little further. "Well, if you're serious about keeping me out here, you're going to have to suggest something, because all I want to do right now is go back in there and lurk."

"Look, it's pretty hard to come up with things to do now that I can't do anything that I used to be able to do." She's trying very hard. "We could make some morps?"

"Eeehhhh..." Lukewarm reaction. Peridot isn't feeling particularly inspired at the moment. She's not even sure she could fake it.

"I wish we had a TV here," she moans, sagging her wings. "Then we could just watch some Camp Pining Hearts. That would be PLENTY distracting."

"We could make our own fanfiction of it. That might be fun. And it's even something we've done before!" And it's something they both like too, so that might work? "Or maybe we could try and turn it into a book here? Then we don't need the TV."

Peridot blinks, and then taps her chin thoughtfully with one claw. "That is an intriguing proposition that I think I would like to explore further when the moons are not a full," she muses. "This entire world has no idea what it's missing."

"You're making this real difficult, you know. C'mon, Peridot! You've gotta have something to help me out here." Please, you're cracking her. She's not really an ideas sort of Gem to begin with!

"Uh, you're the one that's supposedly trying to distract me," Peridot says dryly, looking rather unsympathetic. She folds her arms at her chest, frowning sulkily. "I just wanted to spend time with you in my lair..."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a "lair"." Besides, that's so cliche and supervillian-y. "And wow, I'm flattered that you want to keep me in an enclosed space for the entire night."

Which, for the record, she doesn't sound entirely upset about that last bit.

"I'm part dragon now. You call the place where a dragon keeps it's hoard a lair, it's just proper terminology!" she protests. "You're lucky I even let you in there, most people wouldn't even be allowed within five feet of the door on a night like this."

"Well... As long as you're not calling it the Gem cave, I guess I can live with it." She crosses her arms. "And what do you mean lucky? We're best friends. Of course you let me in there."

"See, you take it for granted that you're allowed in there because you're my best friend," Peridot explains, trying to rein in the stupid grin that threatens to spread across her face at Lapis calling her that. "But I could very easily forbid it, if I wanted to. Which I don't."

Lapis see's Peridot's stupid grin forming... and shoves a hand right into her face.

"You couldn't stop me from getting into your room in the first place even if you wanted to." Her tone is flat and confident, but Peridot should know by now that she's just screwing around. Especially with Lapis being a connoisseur of the fine art of Personal Space for such a long time.

"I absolutely could," Peridot counters, laughing and swerving to avoid Lapis's hand. "I'm an incredibly powerful dragon now! I can keep people out-- or bring people in-- to whatever places I want!"

"I'd like to see you try! What are you gonna do, pick me up?" There's no way Peridot could. She's too short. Lapis laughs in return, trying to playfully swat at Peridot again, though this time it's in an effort to muse her hair up.