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Who: Crazy Ginger feat. u
When: Day 93, night
Where: The halls anywhere in HQ
What: Inappropriate things nailed to doors.

[WELP, someone was a little fed up with the incessant yapping things, among other grievances. So he might have killed a few of them. And he might have gutted them and cut them up. And he might be nailing bits of one to your door, or to the hallway wall near your door.]

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Good!

[ and then darts forward, faster than such a slight looking girls hould possibly be able to go and bites down hard on Lenalee's shoulder, canines tearing through her shirt easily and down into flesh ]

[Oh.

Well.

That hurts.]

[ The bite is hot like a brand, and the force of her lunge throws them both back. The moment of disorienting freefall seems to last remarkably long- even for someone as used to motion in the open air. Lenalee will have a hard time, as they fall, making out just what is bearing down on her. The girl? One of the pups? Perhaps a much larger beast, with bristly dirty hair. Whatever the case, when she hits the ground, she hits it alone. ]

[...I think I'm going to lie here a moment]

[ Probably a good idea. What happened? What hurt you? Her shoulder aches and things begin to make just a little less sense around her. ]

[Reaches up to feel the wound, what is this, this is wrong... Scratching at it, digging her nails in.]

[ After a time, there is the feeling of something wet, cold(a dog's nose perhaps but the creature more blessedly silent than the others in the area) snuffling over her body, her wound, her cheeks and eyes. But perhaps she is far too out of it to even realize what's sniffing at her.

Either way, a large, slender paw settles against her hand, to keep it from scratching. ]

Stupid girl, do not agitate it.

[She smacks the paw away, dazed eyes widening in a panic. Persephone tries to force herself up but oh, dizzy...]

[ The paw recoils, for but a moment, until something warm and heavy settles itself against her head. There's warm, sweet breath against her hair, as the creature urges her back down, gently, gently. ]

Hush, child. You are not well. Can you speak?

Who..?

Kaori, dearest. Can you understand?

I will not hurt you.

[ That nose returns to snuffling at her wound, and a tongue laps over it. ]

Goodness, such a bite.

[Kaori... Oh, yes, that's Lenalee's important person, isn't it? She winces when Kaori touches the bite, and though she doesn't relax she at least let's her handle it.]

Are all of you from the Order so prone to getting yourselves harmed? It seems to be a trend.

[ The beast's presence over her disappears, and hands slide under her to pick her up, bridal style. ]

I'm taking you to my home, for now. Alright?

No- [Struggles, pointing at the door that probably also has blood on it from the guts Shirou hung up] That's my apartment, I live here.

[ . . .

ew ]

...Right in front of your own house.

Injury magnets. And she gets upset when I'm hurt.

[ TAKING HER IN, THOUGH ]

[Bitey god tore down the actual animal parts but yeah it probably does not look pleasant.]

Haah, we have rotten luck.

[ it stinks :T

Do you have a couch because I'm laying you down on it. If not, the nearest bed. WHATEVER. ]

Make better luck for yourselves.

[ Given a moment she's probably taking your shirt off. ]

[We probably have a couch and whoa hey, reaching for her hands]

Don't--

I can't see the extent of the damage through your clothes, girl.

[ Brushing her hands off /o/ MIGHTILY CONTINUING ON ]

[But my jacket :( Staring oh so sadly at it, the bite itself is red and puffy and looks like it might be infected. Also man she is hella scarred up, battle wounds and lightning and dozens of gory looking insect bites like they ate her alive and she never got fully healed or something]

[ :|a you're still hot, scars are attractive

Running a hand over some of those scars, but eventually setting it against her wound. Gradually, it begins to feel pleasantly warm... and incredibly, horribly itchy. ]

My, you've led a hard life. And still so gorgeous.

[I want to scratch it feels wrong it's wrong not my skin

But no, she's good and sits still. Unhappily. And slightly pink.]

So forward...

If I were any less I doubt your younger clone would be so infatuated with me.

[ not that the sentiment doesn't go both ways but that's embarrassing. Slowly, the wound starts to knit, stopping the bloodflow... ]

[You might be able to fix the wound part of the wound but not the curse part of the wound, somehow even if it stops bleeding the sight of it doesn't change.]

It's not 'clone'... That kind of relationship? I had no idea.

[ she doesn't even know about the curse part, man

She manages, at least, to make it a shallow if annoying wound before she has to pull her hand away-- she's a little pale, and trembling, but she plays it off well. ]

...I suppose I could keep joking and tell you about our romantic escapades, but, ah... that might upset her.

We are simply very fond of each other.