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[whetblood]

Who: whoever
When: Day 17, mid afternoon
Where: wherever
What: whatever


[so now that the day is no longer young, how was it folks? afternoon mingling is a go o/]

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[whetblood]

[the daily ritual of returning to Apartment A leaving a trail of blood in the hallways. only part of it's his this time as he's dragging a moss lion corpse back as well. he doesn't look so bad today until you notice the multiple claw marks running down his back from shoulders to hips. they're oozing blood, though only slightly and definitely less than they should be considering their depths]

[metamorphiseme]

Really, it's not a competition.

[whetblood]

Huh? What ain't?

[metamorphiseme]

How torn up you can get.

[whetblood]

Oh, that. [shrugs] Didn't kill me.

[metamorphiseme]

[glances at your back]

Alone?

[whetblood]

Yeah?

[doesn't understand why this is a question]

[metamorphiseme]

You really don't like groups, huh. [reaches over to help you pull the lion]

[ironandwine]

[hello dear i could smell you coming from a mile away.]

...Yep, you're the macho type.

[whetblood]

[shrugs]

I gotta get this to the apartment first.

[ironandwine]

[man you have made a mess out of yourself]

Want any help with that?

[whetblood]

If you want to.

[doesn't seem to be hindered by the gashes down his back as he drags the lion along]

[ironandwine]

[ . . .

okay, picking up the other end of the lion. yaaaay, vampire strength.]

[whetblood]

[heads down to Apartment A then to dump the lion into the kitchen -- he'll worry about skinning it later after he's healed]

... Come on.

[heads towards his pile of blankets and hesitates... veering off and into the closet next to the pile instead]

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca did all of her purifying and butchering before lunch, then took a shower after. Unfortunately, her jacket is completely unwearable. She pokes her head out into the hallway, then slowly slinks out into it. In the strappy sundress, it's clear to see all of her arms, and most of her chest and shoulders. She's covered in small, circular burn scars. Cigarette burns, if you'll recognise them. She's clearly upset, but she promised Kidale she'd be brave. She's headed for the shrine room.]

[whetblood]

[spotted and ;aslkdjf;asdfffffff/////]

W-what the hell are you wearin'!

[pencilpremonition]

[She tries so hard to come off as proud and vaguely snooty. She fails epically.]

A sundress. My boyfriend got it for me.

[whetblood]

Tch -- he shoulda got you somethin' that at least covered a decent amount of skin. Shouldn't be walkin' around here dressed in that kind of stuff.

[pencilpremonition]

[She gets a little bit bolder when it's clear he's not on about her scars.]

Well he is my boyfriend. If you've got a problem with it, get me something else.

[whetblood]

Then why the hell's he lettin' you walk around like that!

[pencilpremonition]

Uhm, cause it looks good?

[She's not even wearing a bra.]

[boundbydevotion]

[Bringing back a basket of blue nuts to apt E]

[whetblood]

[coming down the hall with lion corpse]

[boundbydevotion]

Senji... [torn up again, as usual] Have you started a tab with Dellen yet.

[whetblood]

Uh... Part of this can go to that one, the skin goes to Henri.