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TUBEROSE: Pleasure to Sindrell, from Nevaan
Sindrell frowns, wrinkling her nose up a bit. Flowers? Ugh, how typical. She had never been much for receiving flowers. Their smell was way too strong for her heightened sense of smell and she couldn't even enjoy how they looked due to the whole being blind thing so they were just kinda pointless to her, right?
"It's a tuberose, it's supposed to represent pleasure." Nevaan would explain, likely in response to Sindrell's not all too positive reaction to being given such a gift.
The rabbit aurin would then laugh, taking the flowers and 'looking' in their direction a moment before shrugging and tossing them over her shoulder, letting them fall with a thud to the ground behind her. "Well, in that case, handsome." she takes a step closer to him, reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him closer to her. "I can think of so many better things you could give me to represent that, hm?"
A wide, playful grin crosses her blue lips.
It's cold outside - Nevaan putting Zuberi in a warm blanket.
(I hope I didn’t mutilate Nevaan too badly ;w; )
The bar as per usual these days, was empty. Zuberi found it startling, but not something to be all too alarmed about he supposed. People had other places to be, perhaps people to find. He’d learnt rather quickly the bot-tender didn’t respond well to his chirps and trills, instead he’d merely wave and mimic drinking a glass, the freebot sliding across a glass of water. He’d happily take it, soft trill as thanks as he crouched down, not on the bar counter for once as thanks for the beverage. Leaning his side against the front of the bar he’d take a few gulps, easily demolishing the delicious liquids, lifting the glass back to the counter for it to be whisked away. Now with naught to do, large aurin merely leans against the bar and dozes, still balanced on the balls of his feet, arms slowly curling about his waist.
The sound of metal on metal was what woke him, body shivering slightly in the breeze. When did it get so dark? And why had no one woken him? Perhaps the bar had been dead all day. He’d keep his eyelids mere slits, metal legs soon coming into view. He’d keep his gaze on those feet, wondering to himself if they were a mechari, and if so, what were they doing at the black hood bar. The feet seemed to shift and twitch for a moment, Zuberi’s cover of sleep probably blown by his ears swivelling to the sounds of a bag being opened and mutterings of a human voice. “No that’s not what I’m after..where is..aha!” was heard, a warm blanket soon curling about his shoulders, causing his head to tilt up, startling the pale face in front of his own.
"Well hello there golden eyes. You really should wear more clothing around here, might catch a chill," golden eyes blink lazily at the male above him, tilting his head and giving a soft, questioning chirp. He’d watch the face as it scrutinised him for a moment, uncertainty crossing the features "Can you understand what I’m saying?" he’d merely give a soft chitter, too groggy from sleep to work on forming words to ease the other’s mind. "Well uh..I’ll just leave you with it. Probably use it more than I would!" Slowly he’d tilt his head in the other direction as the half metal man walked off, having procured a beer from the bot-tender on his way out.
Humans are strange.
♦ Nevaan
"I... ain't sure why, but fer some reason I think 'f..."
...
"Tassles."
"When we get out of this, I may have to steal you." - Any char
Truly, it wasn’t the time, he thought. Although unassuming, the copse in Celestion was rather overrun with Torine; although impressive women to behold, they were hardly the most open-armed about others in their territory. Whatever had drawn Nevaan Fletcher here, he was… maybe… woefully sorry he had arrived when he had. Or not, considering his commentary.
Crouched low in the high grass, Valkurius braced with his fingers against the muddy ground, augmented eyes dilating mechanically as he focused on the nearest pair of warrior-women. For a time, he didn’t answer the young man’s words, only rocking his weight slightly forward enough that his long coat dragged a short pattern in the ground.
"With all of the recent disappearances I have heard of, Mr. Fletcher, perhaps saying such things is not entirely wise."
He cocked his head to the stifled laughter behind him, glancing briefly over his shoulder with raised brows. There was something there in the young man’s gaze, something aggrieved… something beyond humor. A mask like everyone wore.
Ah.
"Whomever it is, Mr. Fletcher… you may steal me after we get them back, mm?” With a flash of what is hopefully a reassuring smile, the Cassian crooks fingers in gesture to follow, waiting until he can hear the movement of mechanical legs before he begins a low-bent scamper of escape. There was no need to engage the women, after all… especially since they might very well need to have some discussion in short time.
"My wish is your command."
Silas hitched a brow faintly, magpistol relaxing in a recoil back, remaining more passively aloft.
Well, that was certainly a first.
Why the hell couldn’t more people be more compliant with a gun pointed at them? Certainly made her job easier.
Then she felt her lower right eyelid tick a bit, memory stirring into place.
"No funny business, Mister Fletcher."
No dropping pants.
Seriously.
TMI Tuesday - Gerick, how's your first time like?
Gerick was admiring the shiny metallic legs of this new acquaintance. He remembered seeing him at the soup kitchen that he had put together. He seemed like a nice fellow though his ice breakers were somewhere out of left field.
"First time?" A brow arched quizzically but as Nevaan stared at him he realized the gravity of the question. "Oh firs- First time?!"
His eyes exploded open in shock. “M-my first time? W-well it was sort of unexpected but amazing.” He never had to think about that question before. “She just kind of took charge of the situation and I just couldn’t resist. It was overwhelming.” He chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his head. “Then again I don’t have much experience either.”
"Harder… no, faster." - Any char
Nevaan's voice rang clarion behind the clinic's closed doors, his breath huffed and uneven. "You've got to... harder--"The answering grunt was decidedly not feminine despite the fact that it had come from the hourglass-framed doctor employed there. "That ain' what y'need now, Fletcher. Listen t'me, I know all about these thi--"The young man's breath caught, and he uttered a low groan, arching his back slightly up into her hands. "Ff-faster--aah!"After a few more moments--and accompanied with a resounding groan and relieved sigh--Ida Mae straightened and smoothed her bare fingers over the front of her supporting tunic, raising blonde brows. "Y'need t'come back down here sometime, let me look at those legs of yours. We'll get you set up with some new ones--nice and pretty!--and more s'pportive, you know? No damn wonder why your back's more knotted up than a fishin' net, puts too much strain on your spine."