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[wroughtandtempered]

[ maybe while out shopping you ran into someone— literally ran into them, knocking one or the both of you over. a good look at them shows it's a girl, obviously homeless if her general hygiene and the layered and filthy clothes she's wearing are any indication.



or maybe you just found a ten foot long serpentine monstrosity rummaging around in your knocked-over garbage cans. (a girl's gotta eat, all right.)



or maybe something else entirely is going on. go nuts, AUS AND RANDOM BULLSHIT WELCOME

note: magic sensors can tell she's got an affinity/alignment with metal, and also feels basically like something/someone hideously deformed in a horrifying way. ]

((copied from original journal for this character for posterity!))

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[wroughtandtempered]

...Probably. I get cranky.

[ registers the clucking and shifts to rub the side of her face against the bed in embarrassment ]

It shouldn't be more than a week.

[electricflock]

[brrrrrk bok bok bok]

...Will make arrangements. Do you soak?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ how does one be graceful about getting fussed over ]

I usually just hole up somewhere, it's too cold for that...

[ flicking an ear, though ]

...I think I used to. Been a while.

[electricflock]

Will arrange a warm bath.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ makes a soft noise and tongueflicks. (vaguely remembering her equally-cranky dad herding her into the bath as she whined the whole way.) ]

Kit.

...thanks.

[electricflock]

[trills quietly, she's welcome]

And will get you a snack.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ nosewrinkle. eating is efforttt ]

...okay.

[electricflock]

[thus a snack instead of a lunch, but he's not going to let her go a week without SOMETHING]

Will be right back.

[chirps and ducks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. he's not going far, just down the hall to find a lower-ranked catbird to go fetch things, but maybe she can pretend the sudden distant chattering and squawking isn't directly Eve-related]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ thus why she is acquiescing more or less gracefully. it's not like she isn't actually ravenous now that she thinks about it, either— one or two days wouldn't have hurt her before, but then someone got her used to regular meals instead of eat-a-large-herbivore-every-couple-of-days.

he's going to come back to her head buried at the bottom of the snakewolf pile again, though. can't actually pretend sudden Catbird Fuss is not her-related but she can block it out. ]

[electricflock]

[returning shortly with a glass of water and a plate of warmed date nut bread with her pick of butter, cream cheese, or jam]

Eve.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ whines faintly again in a very "tail end of canine yawn" sort of way and pops her head out. more bleary tongueflicks— hhhello, sugar ]

Mm. Can you hold that for me? [ indicating the cup with her nose ] Shifting's... hard. Right now.

[ which is fucking hideously embarrassing to admit, thanks garbage stereotypes about hybrids being closer to beasts, but her other options aren't really any less embarrassing ]

[electricflock]

[PEEPS peep peep embarrassed peeping, should he have thought to bring a bowl???]

Um, um okay. Um. What do you want spread on the bread?

[will hold the glass of water for her]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ everyone gets to be embarrassed yaaay. her ears are firmly flattened out sideways. ]

Sorry... the jam and butter?

[ uncurling enough that she can lean forward to lap delicately at the water, thank fuck her mouth is enough not-snake that she doesn't have to dunk her head to drink. ]

...I can eat the cream cheese on its own.

[ guess who hates food waste and also wants to let Kit chill ]

[electricflock]

[chill?????????????

chirrups an ok]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ you can do it, Kit! ...probably!

she doesn't bother withdrawing once she's done drinking; just lets her head and neck dangle while she waits on him to deal with the bread. dignity, grace, feed me, Seymour. ]

[electricflock]

[no chill only cheeps

making the toast and holding it out]

Will bring a water bowl later.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ waffles for a moment over the best way to take it, before settling on tugging it out of his hand and then snapping it back. ...which means it's a few moments before she can reply, because she does want to taste it a little bit before she swallows and that means letting it sit in her mouth. s u g a r

licking her chops, and then doing that thing where she tongueflicks and hits herself square in the nose ]

...Okay. Thank you.

[electricflock]

[chirrups and taps his finger on her nose]

Should I get more toast?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ well that's a blep now

after a few moments she remembers to withdraw her tongue. those are some ROUND pupils. ]

Um. ...Yes, please.

[electricflock]

[laughsg and gets more pieces of toast, making them into butter-and-jam sandwiches to maybe be a little easier to eat]

Can get more from kitchen, too.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ help? help. rubbing the side of her face against the edge of the bed, flustered, which does absolutely nothing for her doe eyes ]

Maybe. I might be able to eat more after this settles.

[electricflock]

Anything you need, now or later, I can fetch.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ heaves a huge sigh ]

...you don't have to. I'm fine, usually.

[ translation: i am feel uncomfortable when we are about me? ]

[electricflock]

Is this usually?

[wroughtandtempered]

So far. It always sucks.