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[he's still in his very loose clothing, so it's hard to see much anyway, but he raises an eyebrow at him.]
That it? You think that anyway.
That it? You think that anyway.
[He looks... conflicted, even as he surveys that direction.]
You-- need your cane more, though.
You-- need your cane more, though.
I'll buy a new one if I have to.
[approaches nero and holds onto his arm, his feet levitating off the ground a few inches]
Get moving, before it's too late.
[approaches nero and holds onto his arm, his feet levitating off the ground a few inches]
Get moving, before it's too late.
Sure, but put on a fancy new outfit and it'll still take my breath away.
[He comes up to Jason and, with care, rests his hands on her waist to appreciate those new curves.]
[He comes up to Jason and, with care, rests his hands on her waist to appreciate those new curves.]
So, wear a fancy new outfit every now and again for you. Got it.
[it feels-- weird. in a way he can't quite place, but he's chalking it up to the gender change.
and to actually feeling weirdly nervous, even if he's down to experiment. time to cover that up by lifting a hand to lightly grab the front of Nero's shirt, and pull him in for a kiss.]
[it feels-- weird. in a way he can't quite place, but he's chalking it up to the gender change.
and to actually feeling weirdly nervous, even if he's down to experiment. time to cover that up by lifting a hand to lightly grab the front of Nero's shirt, and pull him in for a kiss.]
I also know a lot of headstrong people who don't really like the idea of being protected.
[The day has barely begun and we're just exhausted,]
Yeah... cruddy speech impediment aside. How many of these darn things are there?!
Yeah... cruddy speech impediment aside. How many of these darn things are there?!
I have no idea. It's like they're everywhere, all of a sudden!
[ she wipes her forehead; she is already sweating, again. she hasn't been this warm in ages???? ]
...this isn't C's doing somehow, is it.
[ she wipes her forehead; she is already sweating, again. she hasn't been this warm in ages???? ]
...this isn't C's doing somehow, is it.
Those things are fucking awful.
As much as it seems up his alley, and as much as they could believably be related to him... I don't think even C could manage this.
At bare minimum that'd mean he was able to, I dunno, sneak'em in from for-real Hell t'here.
At bare minimum that'd mean he was able to, I dunno, sneak'em in from for-real Hell t'here.
Hold on tight.
[Summoning a sword to his hand, he hurls it like a lance - stabbing it into the ground in front of the runaway imp. With nary a gesture, Nero warps to it at top speed, whipping Raven along for the ride as he slams toward where the sword is planted and drawing it out in a slash.
The imp poofs, dropping the small pendant with a pressed clover inside.]
[Summoning a sword to his hand, he hurls it like a lance - stabbing it into the ground in front of the runaway imp. With nary a gesture, Nero warps to it at top speed, whipping Raven along for the ride as he slams toward where the sword is planted and drawing it out in a slash.
The imp poofs, dropping the small pendant with a pressed clover inside.]
Where'd they all come from, anyway?!
That's 'cause they're thinking with their pride, not their heart.
Why d'you think I was excited 'bout going shopping--
[oh, a kiss. Yeah wow. This is nice. He relaxes against him almost immediately, spurred on by the urge to explore these lips that were at once familiar, and completely new. A little fuller, softer, but that same taste.
Being grabbed, too, drummed up a spark of excitement in him. In reply, he lets his hand wander over the curve of his hips, curious and turned on.]
[oh, a kiss. Yeah wow. This is nice. He relaxes against him almost immediately, spurred on by the urge to explore these lips that were at once familiar, and completely new. A little fuller, softer, but that same taste.
Being grabbed, too, drummed up a spark of excitement in him. In reply, he lets his hand wander over the curve of his hips, curious and turned on.]
[raven holds on tight, though he wasn't quite expecting to be warped at top speed like that. and strangely... he feels nero's pulse under his fingers gripping his bicep, and finds it kind of fascinating. in other, unrelated news, he also feels really hungry...]
... nice shot.
... nice shot.
[a faint frown]
...Yeah, probably.
...Yeah, probably.
[there's a brief hesitance while he tries to find his footing with the kiss-- maybe a little over compensating for the difference with aggression, and with pushing the jacket off of Nero's shoulders.
there's a small break,]
Right, shopping-- yeah.
[and then his lips are back on Nero's]
there's a small break,]
Right, shopping-- yeah.
[and then his lips are back on Nero's]
[Ugh, he's never been so jealous in his life]
—Not bad.
[HE GUESSES]
Stay alert, though - if there's small ones now, bigger ones are probably on the way.
—Not bad.
[HE GUESSES]
Stay alert, though - if there's small ones now, bigger ones are probably on the way.
...that does seem like it's a little bit, ah. Beyond his usual level, you're right.
What is going on...
[ she tugs at one of the feathers that's sprouted out of her head, dubiously. ]
What is going on...
[ she tugs at one of the feathers that's sprouted out of her head, dubiously. ]
This can't be planned, right? I mean-- an infestation on set seems like a pretty shit way t'run a show.
[Let him peer at your feathers??]
[Let him peer at your feathers??]
S'neat, but I think I still prefer swords.
[Back to his usual fare of smashing things with broadswords,]
God, I wouldn't mind nearly as much if it didn't come with all these annoying effects. Having a big ol' demon to wail on sounds like it'd actually be fun.
[Back to his usual fare of smashing things with broadswords,]
God, I wouldn't mind nearly as much if it didn't come with all these annoying effects. Having a big ol' demon to wail on sounds like it'd actually be fun.
If they didn't plan this, then is it like the time we all had to go to the other parts of hell...
[ that's not a great prospect!
she ducks her head a little bit, though since it seems like he's inspecting what's going on there; the feathers grow in the same sort of direction as her hair, from her scalp. same color as her hair. ]
[ that's not a great prospect!
she ducks her head a little bit, though since it seems like he's inspecting what's going on there; the feathers grow in the same sort of direction as her hair, from her scalp. same color as her hair. ]
The fact that you think so brings me some small measure of peace of mind, Griff— ...Nero. Thank you.
[—He catches a glimpse of one out of the corner of his eye, twists around and saws it half]
...I don't know if these ones are like the ones you have at home, but try not to breathe the fumes, if you can help it.
[—He catches a glimpse of one out of the corner of his eye, twists around and saws it half]
...I don't know if these ones are like the ones you have at home, but try not to breathe the fumes, if you can help it.
[In the back of Nero's mind, he knows: this is unusually forward for Jason if they weren't running high on the adrenaline of a fight. And, well... they usually were, but.
He kisses him deeply, with his good arm roaming under the hem of his clothes to explore his back. The other, sharper, very metal grappling claw stayed at Jason's hip, where the thickness of denim kept him from hurting him.
Parting with another light gasp,]
You sure you wanna-- experiment now?
[Because, with potions they could really do it anytime. He just wanted to make sure. Like... don't feel pressured.]
He kisses him deeply, with his good arm roaming under the hem of his clothes to explore his back. The other, sharper, very metal grappling claw stayed at Jason's hip, where the thickness of denim kept him from hurting him.
Parting with another light gasp,]
You sure you wanna-- experiment now?
[Because, with potions they could really do it anytime. He just wanted to make sure. Like... don't feel pressured.]
Well, we know they can't foresee everything...
[He combs the feathers down. If she didn't pick at them, then they'd probably act like normal hair, right?]
Could be a new opportunity, though. Find where the leak is.
[He combs the feathers down. If she didn't pick at them, then they'd probably act like normal hair, right?]
Could be a new opportunity, though. Find where the leak is.
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