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You think for a bit. He's got <span class="mu-s">all</span> the traits you like in men... he's the ruler of <span class="mu-s">all</span> that occurs in this realm... he's a demiPlANe... and he's got horns like a satyr.
"Oh, duh. Pan." He beams in delight as he hears his new name, immediately grasping the reasoning, and gleefully jumps in bed beside you, hugging you, his warm body pressed against yours.
He's also naked, and you just woke up. This is awkward.
When you feel a growing hardness press against you, it becomes even more awkward.
Somehow this <span class="mu-i">still</span> doesn't feel as weird as Tiffer merely looking at you. Probably because you know the demiplane literally can't do anything you don't want him to do.
Pan blushes. Did he learn that from you? You certainly do it enough. Clothes appear covering his body as he rolls back off the bed - a shirt like your own, and shorts like Tiffer's. You notice that he has also copied some of Tiffer's mannerisms, doing complicated maneuvers in a single fluid motion, but with less sharpness; the overall aesthetic is closer to your own practiced regal grace.
"Well," he says, clearing his throat. "It's morning, as you might have guessed. We've got a lot to do. Or rather, a lot of things we <span class="mu-i">could</span> do. It's up to you, I think, to decide what to do first." You nod. He's acting cutely flustered. But you know it's acting, because his sole purpose in existence is to please you, and cutely flustered guys please you.
He's not a human. You have to keep reminding yourself of that.
But what is the first priority of the morning?
> Expand the demiplane. There's plenty of mana saved up now to play around with.
> Talk to Kran and ask him what he knows about Tiffer, and how they met.
> Ask around about Ymria. You're apparently the only person who's never heard of her, but she seems like a big deal.
> Get in touch with Asriah about organizing the whole housing cooperative thing for the apartment building. That has to be done today, but not necessarily this morning.
> Take a ferry to the Barren Islands and see if you can find the village Tiffer lived in.
> Ask your grandmother - UGH - about that night. In particular, try to get the name of the sea-demon that was inscribed in the circle. If it matches the hideous name Tiffer gave as his father's...
"Um. Actually... you know memories encoded in sigils can be forged, right?" Pan shifts uncomfortably.
"Yeah, but a man reliant on the mana innate to sigil paper to make the spell work couldn't possibly do that. Even Lady Zalaria isn't powerful enough to forge a memory."
He nods. "True, but... Lady Xanthe is."
You think back to the memory serum she used to cure your nightmares when you were a child... and how she begged you not to desert the family, as you left the palace for the last time, four years ago.
Your stomach drops. You desperately hope he's wrong, and that this all isn't just a trap to make you come back.
But the question remains. What to do this morning?
