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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]

[ 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.

[electricflock]

[whirrs softly in the back of his throat, making a thoughtful clicking noise. he knows how Amadeus handles his molts, but he only has size and getting upset in common... but among the other hybrids...

chirps]

Will arrange a warm bath, but can take you to a spa, too?

[wroughtandtempered]

A bath...

[ ...that was how she'd handled it back home, wasn't it. it's been a while and she usually actively tries not to think about her parents too much, but having it brought up is enough to remind her of her equally grumpy (and equally shedding) dad carrying her in her mouth by the midsection and dumping her into the bath with her over Eve's protests. ]

...that'll help. But the spa... I don't want anyone else to touch me.

[electricflock]

[points to himself]

Can I help?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ nodding and resuming embarrassed face rubs against the mattress ]

You're okay.

[electricflock]

[trills!]

Okay! Will make arrangements. And get a water bowl.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ congratulations, you are Trusted. she makes a faint fluting noise at him, not really a whine this time, and puts her head down. ]

Okay.

[electricflock]

[mimics the fluting noise, repeating it louder a few time before turning it into another trill. scoops up the dirty dishes.]

Be right back!

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she has not really stopped with the doe eyes, but she lets them slide half shut and heaves a huge sigh in lieu of repeating "okay" like an idiot ]

[electricflock]

[he's not gone long— it's kit, so he probably ran most of the way to the kitchen and around]

Am back!

[wroughtandtempered]

[ bleary squint ]

Did I fall asleep again or are you just fast.

[electricflock]

[hops onto one foot and then over to the other, hop hop bounce]

Both?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ heaves another huge sigh ]

Probably.

[ shaking herself slightly, wincing (THAT was a bad idea, she is so itchy, fuck) and proceeding to ooze slowly out of bed in full snake mode. what are legs, fuck them, that's effort. ]

[electricflock]

[hops around her, chirping.]

Got, um. Got the upstairs bathroom ready. Is bigger.

[wroughtandtempered]

Upstairs...

[ ssstairrrrsss noooooo okay no. don't be an ungrateful baby, Eve. she lifts her head to watch him bounce, and then gets her legs underneath herself properly with only a hint of a whine. ]

Thank you. I could make myself fit but it's better not to have to.

[ attempting to bump her face against his hand or arm before trudging for the door, walking with all eight legs instead of keeping the middle four up for once ]