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Who: Anyone
When: Day 115, Morning
Where: All over HQ
What: Mingle mingle

[ Being in the sky should mean a nice and bright full face of sunshine in the morning, right? ]

[ Well, maybe not this morning, seeing as there are bright purple glittery butterflies all over the windows, each one with a wingspan of a foot. Apparently the brief rainstorm sighted yesterday has blown them up from the forest below, and they seem intent on getting into HQ as quickly as possible, ducking away into dark places when they can get in through the breaches that still need patching on the lower levels. Those that're still outside start to smoke a little when the sun hits their wings. The smoke shifts and changes colors as it rises, going through the entire rainbow of colors before whisking away. ]

[ A familiar, tobacco-y smell to any habitual smokers... ]

[ But rainbow tobacco butterflies aside, it's quite a lovely day in the sky, Thusia. How you doin? ]

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I'm not too good with conversations either, so don't worry about it.

[ There's a bit of relief in her expression. She leans back a little, before stepping the same way-- and turning on her heel, taking a few more.

For him, an expectant glance backwards. Come on, then. ]

[Nods and follows.]

[ She keeps just in front of him, her destination apparently aimless-- it doesn't really seem like they're going anywhere.

Or maybe that's the fog? How strange... she's almost disappeared into it completely. What a strange turn for the indoor weather. ]

[...I DON'T. LIKE THAT. AT ALL.]

Wait.

[ She does pause, turning back to him with a confused look. ]

I can't follow you well if it gets much foggier. Do you know where we're going?

[ Her expression twists, uncertain, as she waves at the fog as if that'll break it up...

...After a moment's consideration, she holds her hand out for his, again. ]

[llllooks at it, also uncertain.

but, after a few moments, reaches out and takes it.]

[ Her hand is a bit cool; perhaps familiar, if you're used to those with cold blood.

But she seems pleased, holding firmly, and gently leading him back down the hallway again. This time, when they reach a corner, she doesn't keep going-- she turns, using her hold on his hand to yank him closer with surprising strength, her opposite hand curling tight in his shirt. ]

[yes his father was a snake and the first thing he remembered had his father and excessive physical contact. so that's something he notices right away, but doesn't particularly think about until she's pulling him closer.

he doesn't resist yet.]

What-?

[ That's good, very good.

All at once he's pressed up against her, an arm around his waist, sharp teeth sinking down into his neck. ]

[UM

NOT OKAY???

shoving at her face with his free hand, trying to shove her off.]

Bad idea!

[ Her grip is relentless.

Though, I doubt the sudden flood of pleasure from the wound is helping you any... ]

[ W H Y

M-makes a strangled sound and keeps shoving, though it's weaker.]

I'm serious-!

[ It's almost like she can't hear him-- and to be fair, she can't. All of her attention is focused on the blood flowing over her tongue. And while her grip on him gentles, it does not loosen; she herds him back against the wall so she can lean heavily against him.

I'm sorry for any awkward boners ok. ]

[His blood probably tastes off, a little bitter, planty, if you will.

But he quits struggling, since she's clearly not letting go and clearly is kind of desperate... He's going to quietly hope his blood doesn't fuck her up or something and ignore this awkward boner.]

[ Hunger is the best seasoning, they say.

The desperation gradually fades(the pleasure probably does not, unfortunately) to needy, then to something almost casual-- he might be feeling a little dizzy by the time she pulls away from his neck with a soft gasp, idly licking droplets of blood off of the wounds. ]

[b. breathes. breathing? WILLING AWAY THAT PLEASURE COME ON COME ON....]

....I hope that doesn't poison you.

[ You sure know how to charm a woman, Tree...

It takes a moment, but his voice finally registers-- she makes a confused noise at his words, pulling back a bit more to watch him, dazed...

...Muirin's eyes widen, horrified, quickly gathering what she can of her shirt sleeve(a bit hard when it's nearly skin tight) to press it against the wound. ]

--I'm so sorry!

...So you can talk. What was that?

[waving her hand away to do it with his own sleeve.]

[ Just kind of hovers for a moment, fretting-- before remembering herself and half-turning away to rub the blood from her lips. She sputters, unable to correctly organize her thoughts. ]

I-- I don't-- This never happens, I... I-I was so hungry, I couldn't...

...Calm down. It's fine. How are you feeling?

[ this isn't fine

But she quiets, staring at the floor, confused and ashamed. The illusion has dropped completely; her gills and fins are visible now, on her face and arms. ]

...I'm... fine, but you...?

Are you sure?

[He seems. Pretty worried about this.]