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New opening!
"botany any plants lately, nicolette-san?"
She’s repressing a smile. And failing.
❝ You know, Butterfly Boy... I am very frond of you! ❞
It doesn't take long for Juliet to squeal. Hot goth chick? She absolutely adores her style. "I'm sorry but HOLY SHIT. You're so pretty!!!" she's definitely ignoring the flies, she still sees you as a goddess. ⌞ @chainsawlove , unprompted .
WELL , THAT MANAGES to catch Cassandra off guard . Prepared to LURE in prey , they are quickly derailed by sudden surge of compliments & adoration . A change of plans , it seems ... a bit too soft to drain just yet . Always more entertaining to keep the chipper ones alive , building up hope 'fore tearing it down ...
A WICKED GRIN , dried crimson cracking stained lips . " Are you trying to get on my good side ? " They lean towards Juliet , studying her face . Rosy cheeks . She'll be tasty . " A good choice for your last view in life ? " Giggles begin mostly jest . For now . " Watch out , little one I always eat up the sweet ones . "
(Akira) Instead of helping to get him up he instead just joins the problem, laying on Raider's belly and falling asleep with him. This is what life is about.
One eye opens, sees that Akira has joined him in his slumber, then it closes once again, soon returning to his slumber...
a soft gasp!! 'wowwweee... pwetty! pwetty! eehehee!' in a puff of grey smoke, the little bunny's ears transform into bat wings! he flutters on up to perch upon mothra's head, where he flops down, patting her fur in utter fascination. 'soff! soff! mwehehe! soffsoff!!' he chants delightedly. seems this peculiarly ghoulish rabbit has become immediately enamored by the majesty (and fluffiness) of mothra!
She swears she hears something, feels something on her. Was it a bird? No, too noisy. Less chirping, more … rabid, like a mammal. She glances up, trying to peer at what was on her, but being unable to really see the creature that was atop her head.
Still, it’s not like it was a parasite. It was playing in her fluff, wiggling about and having a good time. It was cute, and although she could not see for herself, she would try to nudge the small creature with her antennae.
“Are you having fun, little one?”
A gentle question, since the creature sounded so young, so easily entertained.