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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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[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 ]

[electricflock]

Should have enough space to relax.

[scritches the top of her head then hurries ahead to get the door, flitting around her all the way down the hall to the stairs. there's no other griffons around, they've all clued into making way or getting harried by Kit]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "relax? what the fuck is that," but keeps it quiet because she doesn't actually want to sound ungrateful for Kit's efforts. ...especially once she sees just how empty the hallways are. it doesn't stop her from scenting the air the whole way, ears nervously half-pricked, but that's automatic as opposed to her being actively spooked.

she does, however, actually whine when he stops touching her, and then looks hideously embarrassed. thanks, shedbrain, for making her make stupid puppy noises. fuck. ]

[electricflock]

[WHINING???

do you mean turn into a griffon and weave around her legs?? YES????]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ Kit why are you pulling out ALL the cute when she is least able to enjoy it

by which I mean after the first time she nearly trips over him she slows down with a grumble and then tries to scoop him up with one of her middle sets of legs. hhhold stiiillllll ]

[electricflock]

[chirrups and wiggles his legs to try and reach the floor]

Caught me!

[wroughtandtempered]

[ arching her back a little and tucking him against her stomach. nope! ]

Mmmmmhmm. Better than stepping on you.

[electricflock]

Am too quick to get stepped on.

[keeping a straight face with his words, but AT THE SAME TIME burbling and chirping cheerfully. still wiggling his legs.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ oh no here come the second set of legs oh nooo it's a double hug ]

Better than tripping over you and wiping out.

[electricflock]

[oh noooooo]

Are too deft to trip!