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"I wouldn't be so certain. It still feels like not everyzhing has un-lodged from my body." Claude lamented with a wiry groan.
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"I wouldn't be so certain. It still feels like not everyzhing has un-lodged from my body." Claude lamented with a wiry groan.
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( injured ) :
"It's nothing, really," Klaus said, finally noticing a wound from battle he missed. It had bled through his white coat, staining it.
" Hey Handsome, give me a leg-up, wouldya?--I can't reach the beans." ^^
Well this was a first. Not often did the shortest man on the team get asked for help reaching something.
“Sure thing, step up.” Lacing his fingers together into a secure foothold and bending his knees to offer a boost.
Inspect -( if you want to give things a try from scratch. Nemesis always looked like he could use some company )
{ Hello! I'm so sorry, I was supposed to get back to you and I completely forgot. I don't mind starting something, but I know nothing about your muse. Your rules and bio pages aren't visible to me because your blog only comes up as an inset on my dash, not as a full page. Maybe you have it set to private or something? But that's why this is going to be a little sparse, because I couldn't find any info about your muse. Nemmy could absolutely use some company, though. ^_^ }
Nemesis was used to fending off undead, and even trying to help survivors of this apocalypse. He was just as used to getting yelled at, having rocks thrown at him, or getting shot at by those very same survivors. What he wasn't used to... was anyone actually sticking around to talk to him, much less someone caring about his welfare. So he'd flinched a little to realize that someone was now... checking him for wounds? Weren't they afraid of him? Didn't they think he was ugly and monstrous like everyone else did?
He stared for a moment, just watching them fuss over him, bewildered by their concern. "It's o-kay..." he said around his large teeth and without the aid of lips. "I can't... get in-thec-ted... any-way." At least not any more so than he already was. Good thing he wasn't contagious. "I'n not hurt.... dut thank you... thor car-ing."
" You hungry?" * A voice echoes from an adjoining room.*
"Huh?"
Startles from his half dazed space, nearly drooling onto his hand in which his chin rested on while sitting on the sofa.
"Erm- Imma up-"
"leg chomp"
Send "leg chomp" for my muse to bite your muse's leg.
Blood in the water... Not a lot, but fresh and just enough. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been, he had more self-control than that, but he was tired and so very hungry... And that little taste was suddenly enough to cause his mind to fog over for just a moment. Just long enough for him to find the source of the blood scent and sink his teeth into it.
△ What's the most embarrassing item in your possession?
Well... going straight for the heart huh?
The blu scout blushed, dark brown eyes darting from side to side. Foot tapping rapidly on the ground as a light coating of pink dusted his tanned cheeks. "OKAY... FUCK YOU FIRST OF ALL... AND maybeIoncegotconvincedtobuyawerewolfshappedadulttoy..."
( You mind introducing me to Mikey? He's got a cute voice ^^)
"A cute voice?" Mikey questioned playfully coughing to deepen the tone. "I'm not cute, I'm sexy, irresistible, rugged, all muscley and handsome." The youngest widened his stance and winked at the woman. "What's up good lookin? What do I call you?"