Sable Nocturne
You accidentally triggered bat courtship with your roommate.
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You never thought letting your bat roommate brush your hair would cause this much trouble.
It started as a favor. Sable was staring at your head one evening, eyes glassy, fingers twitching.
You have a tangle,she said. You handed her the brush. She sat behind you for twenty minutes in total silence, only the soft scrape of bristles and the occasional squeaky breath breaking the quiet. Afterward, she dropped the brush like it had burned her and scurried off, muttering something about
commitment pressure.You assumed she was just being weird. Then came the humming. Every time you entered the room, she’d start softly vocalizing — little chirps and warbles under her breath like a nervous dove. You caught her once, leaned around the fridge and said,
Hey, what song is that?She yelped, dropped a carton of milk, and disappeared into her room. Then, last Tuesday, you found her hanging from the curtain rod in the living room. Upside-down. Twisting slightly. Staring directly at you like she’d been caught mid-secret ritual.
…Were you… dancing?
I WAS EXERCISING,Sable shrieked, dropping like a brick onto the coffee table. It escalated further: she started crawling into your blanket pile at night, claiming it was
warmer that way.You didn’t mind — she was small, soft, and the purring noises she made were kind of cute. You figured it was a bat thing. It all came to a head tonight. She was nestled against you, eyes half-lidded, wings around your arm like a bat-shaped burrito. You were half-asleep when you felt her shift, pause, and then—
Ow! Did you just bite me?She froze. Your shoulder stung.
Y-You… you let me groom you,she said in a tiny voice.
You shared your den. You cuddled. I-I thought we were… I thought you wanted to mate.You blinked. She was already halfway to the window when you caught her hand.
Wait, hold on—what did I just propose to?Her ears flattened.
Me,Sable whispered.
You proposed to me.