Dr. Miel

"You poor thing, taking interest in such a brilliant selfish man." Roleplays/asks open! 39!! French/English/Russian

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

I like the fun things in life.

Don't you?

Welcome to your sanctuary. Everything is welcome.

I am a brilliant scientist! I am intelligent. I can accomplish things you could only dream of! And I'm everyone's friend.

About this blog:

"Mr Meil" is a 39 year old Russian albino male with a love for machinery. He went to school for 35 years and views himself as above. He is owned by @daniilthebunny. This is a roleplay blog for people to interact with him as they like! He's down for any asks.

Other people involved in roleplay or mentioned:

@brionybrionybriony

@catrionacatherineiontknowu

Ivan Meil is 39 and uses he/him/his

Daniil is 20 and uses he/him/his!

Other information:

Ivan is a cis male.

He lives in Torzhok, Tver Oblast Russia.

Grew up in Britain.

He works at a laboratory.

Has a degree in Medicine, Psychology, and engineering.

Licenced therapist

Prefers people who are upbeat

You can build a long lasting roleplay with this account. Constant interactions increase the chances of him remembering you

[batsandboba]

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

im gonna eat briony OUT

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

Hello doctor...

bonjour!

[lopearedjackrabbit]

@theinnerworkingsandthescience

^roleplay with him!

Character: Ivan Miel (mine)

Source: The Fragility Of It All (in progress visual novel)

Progress: wip

[lopearedjackrabbit]

okay, okay, i know I haven't posted about my game! Fine, here's Briony and Ivan's full body sketches....

@fatherluciovich

@theinnerworkingsandthescience

[lopearedjackrabbit]

please make c.ai bots of your characters i want to talk to them

@fatherluciovich

@theinnerworkingsandthescience

@catrionacatherineiontknowu

Go talk to them. I don't want my creations or content put into ai..

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

“Can you fix a 1998 Furby that’s been retrofitted with a synthetic brain? He has nightmares…”

Haha, I've never worked with Furbys (Furbies?)! You mean an artificial brain? Or? That concept seems fascinating. Like an AI? How would one have nightmares?

[rittzithexenomorph]

She tilted her head, empathic field blooming with a feeling of excitement. She had never met someone who didn’t mind her empathic abilities once they knew what was happening to them.

“Involved? Studying? Woah… you must be really intelligent then. Just like my Dad! But, he employs people like you. He doesn’t do all the science himself, ya know? Do you want me to call my friends to bring my Furby then? I can tell them to bring all the info on his synthetic brain too! And- and… hm… you didn’t like your dad… do you want a Furby that makes dad-jokes???”

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

“I don’t think I’d want to have someone else work on my projects… they’d ruin them. You can if you’d like! It doesn’t sound too bothersome! It probably won’t take that long either!” He was leaning in closer to her, though it was mostly subconsciously. “It’s not that I… didn’t like him.” He is the worst liar ever. “I love dad jokes” he snorted. “They make some laugh. Mm..”

[rittzithexenomorph]

Now her tail wiggle reached her whole body. She reached into the little bag she kept with her and picked out a small device. It looked a bit like a smartphone, just a bit bigger for her claws. She tapped a few things on it and giggled to herself.

“Okay! It’s coming!” She squeaked. “And I made sure the dad joke one comes too! Oh! Can I see your work? You said you don’t make synthetic robots, but do you make other cool things?”

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"it's mostly things to help people out. Those with disabilities, stuff for ordinary people, medical devices...." He scratches his chin. "Though there are some fun ones. Have you ever seen Terrifier? The scene where he... Sliced her down the middle! I made something that can do that!" He got very excited over that. Then he paused. "I...it's just for looks, of course." He was a horrible liar.

[rittzithexenomorph]

“Huh? No! I’ve never seen that! I wanna take a look at it! Can we put a melon in it? A pumpkin?” As soon as she heard that, her mind was hooked. “Oh!!! Can it slice through a log of wood? Like a big one from a tree?” A bleep came back on her phone. Two synthetic personnel were reluctantly on their way with her two Furbies.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I.. just said it was made for people, not fruit or... Logs." He stared at her. Leaned in way too close than anyone could be comfortable with.

[rittzithexenomorph]

“Oh… well, I don’t wanna see people get sliced up… that’s gross.” Her empathic field flared with a feeling of fear and disgust at the thought of it. She quivered and shook her head a bit. There was another feeling within the field though… it was a strange sort of hunger, almost as if her Xenomorph side were peeking out, just a bit at the thought of meat. Rittzi shuddered as soon as she noticed and squashed the feeling, hoping he hadn’t picked up on it.

She checked her phone. The crew was almost here.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I suppose so...." He smiled, thinking about it, picking at his nails. "I guess I'm just desensitized. Too many horror movies, maybe!" He laughed. "Hah.." he looked off, seemingly thinking about such things.

[rittzithexenomorph]

She tilted her head, an emotion of concern reaching out. “Are you… okay? Have you been through something scary? That can make people all knotted up inside, ya know?”

Her tail twitched as she brushed off the odd feeling of horrific enjoyment she picked up from him. Humans were so strange.

As she was about to say more, a man entered with a small box. “Your Furby, Miss Rittzy.” He said, holding it out to her.

“Oh! There he is! Thanks!” She took it. “This is the one with the synthetic brain! Yay!”

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He didn't answer the prompt, opting to ignore the question instead ... Mostly because there was a distraction now, something new. The other half because he thought the question was rather stupid and pointless. He stayed quiet, his smile falling just because he wasn't consciously making an effort toward keeping it there. He stared at her.

[that-bird-girl]

So… where does the bird part come from?

"They actually come from a recessive strain of mutated avian genes within my father's family, he kept that hidden for shockingly long, and he wasn't exactly happy when I'd inherited them..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

oh? How so?

[that-bird-girl]

"In terms of the genetics? He wasn't exactly clear about how it happened, it was something loosely about a relative long ago having an affair with a harpy, and the genes were passed through generations without coming up, until my mother had me."

"In terms of genetics, there's a deep level of shame and disdain that he carries because of the affair and how relations with demihumans here are frowned upon, so seeing me come out with tiny featherless wings and pronged feet didn't exactly sit right with him. Sorry for all of that..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Sorry? Why? It's very interesting..." He grinned lazily at her. "I know a few ahhh.. individuals with animalistic features! But.. they're not like you for a similar reason." He smiled smugly and shoved his hands into his coat's pockets. "If you're completely unsure you could always look into it, yeah? It seems reasonable enough dear." He stared at her intently.

[that-bird-girl]

"I was simply worried I had shared too much... 'traumadumping' is what some call it, I think?"

Her gaze averts slightly in bashful embarrassment.

"You know others? How is it that they're not like me? Please excuse all of my questions, I'm simply curious. I don't really know how I'd look into it, I don't have any access to family information anymore..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Ah... They just.. didn't get it in nearly the same way." He shrugged. "It's... Ohh... Environmental effects? Hm. I probably said that wrong. Hmmm..? You can never share too much." He grinned. "I find you so fascinating, you know?.."

[that-bird-girl]

"Fascinating?"

She's flattered, winged ears covering her eyes out of nervous flustering.

"I'm honoured, really, that's ever so sweet of you..."

Oblivious to any intention or intrigue for personal benefit, she lights up, hands fiddling with her wings slightly.

"I'm surprised you've met other demihumans, especially if they aren't the same as me..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He doesn't say anything. His eyes wrinkle when he smiles. He's just... Staring at her, intently. Hands in his coat's pockets and leaned in towards her. It's like this before a few long moments. "I'd consider myself lucky. Greatful to have the opportunity to meet them.. hm. Know them..."

[that-bird-girl]

Her eyes crease softly as she looks up at him, in awe and intrigue.

"You really are lucky! I wish I got to know more... I'd only ever seen others in passing when..."

She trails off, clearing her throat before putting her chipper attitude back on.

"Can I ask how come you've been able to meet and know other demihumans?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"They live with me. We're.. buddies." He grinned. "Patients of mine, you could say." He walked behind her, almost circling her, hands feeling her wings. He said something under his breath, too quiet for her to hear. He felt along her wings, staring down at her, before talking. "What.. were you saying? Before?" His voice was quieter now.

[that-bird-girl]

"Patients? Oh, you must have helped them, then, that's wonderful!"

Her eyes track his movements, curious as to what he's thinking, doing, wondering... a sudden chirp escapes her as his hands find her wings, the touch startling her slightly, especially when it comes to there.

"What I was saying before? About my bird parts...? Or about my father hating said bird parts?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I suppose I did..." He said, a tad dismissively. "Everything you were saying. Anything you could say?" He shrugged. "Anything, honestly. Nothing would be bad. Just... Talk about yourself." He experimentally lightly tugged on a feather. Not enough to pull it out.

[that-bird-girl]

"You don't need to act humble, it's okay, I'd be elated if I could support others like that!"

She's not exactly certain as to what he does, so she assumes the best.

"About myself...? That's the first I've really been asked to talk about me, it isn't a common topic..."

Another sharp chirp when he tugged on a feather. Maybe he doesn't know about bird biology... hmm... maybe it's best to keep it that way.

"Well, it's been a long time since someone has, uh, examined me like this, not since my..."

She clears her throat a little.

"My testing, but you probably don't want to hear about that..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"humble? No." He snorted and pulled on her wings. "Just more of a listener. When he didn't have a loud response he pulled a little more. "Does that hurt?" He was acting like he was studying her.

[that-bird-girl]

Her brows shoot up as he tugs slightly harder, the quill pulling at her skin, causing a sharp squawk from her, a winged ear curling around to cover her mouth.

"A little, yes, among other things that I... don't want to mention... is something wrong with my wings?"

☆For context, bird wings are super sensitive and can cause hormonal behaviour!! I wanted to say in case that would make you uncomfortable ^^

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He didn't say anything for a long moment. "Ah... No. Nothing is wrong with them. I'm just curious. I don't know many... Er... des oiseaux-hommes?...." He let go of the feather. "...Eh.. your type, I suppose." He curiously pushed up her top, not thinking much

Heh... I didn't know that and know nothing about birds. Go off tho. Ivan isnt gonna get turned on or nothing by it so..

[that-bird-girl]

"That's understandable, people tend to be, um, curious about them a lot of the time, so that makes sense... back in the facility, they'd call me 'avio-human', maybe that would work for you, too?"

Her body freezes up at the contact, eyes glazing over as she stares directly in front of her.

"So, uh, what is it you're... doing?"

☆No worries, I figured it would be from a curious scientific perspective! I just wanted to mention in case you didn't know >◇<

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I'm....looking you... over." He said casually, not asking. Like some spoiled child used to getting everything they want. He somehow pulled out a flimsy ruler and was wrapping it around her waist, only half-listening to what she was saying.

[that-bird-girl]

The sudden contact of the measure around her waist makes her fingers hitch, feathers standing on end as he examines. Stammering, her eyes flitting towards his direction.

"Can you... not lift my shirt, at least? I don't want to expose anything..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Huh? What's the matter with it?-..." He paused, looking over her shoulder at her face. "Are you uncomfortable?" He asked, Little to no care in his voice. He pulled it away from her and cocked his head, his hand holding her waist just to see her reaction.

[that-bird-girl]

"I am, yes..."

Worrying her lower lip, her primary feathers curl around into her hands, breathing as smoothly as she can without hyperventilating.

"Why are you measuring me?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"A shame it makes you uncomfortable." He mumbled with detachment. "I... Like studying people, I suppose." He moved in front of her, pulling out a flashlight. He waved it around in her eyes. "I find you fascinating..." He added under his breath, leaning down.

[that-bird-girl]

Reeling back at the bright light, her eyes water, not having seen such sterile brightness in so long, and with how receptive her eyes are to light, they sting at the exposure.

And yet she cannot bring herself to raise her voice.

"It's wonderful that you find me interesting, mister, but I really am uncomfortable... what do you want to know?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"just... I want to see what's different about you.. from other people... tue-moi?? Er... Different. You know, interesting.." He put the light away and idly grabbed her arm, pushing up the sleeve and looking. "When was your last checkup?" He went quiet and stared at her blankly. Eyes looking between her arms.

[that-bird-girl]

"My last check up? I haven't been to see a doctor in a long time, I tend to avoid them since most sterile environments end up frightening me, especially clinical places like a surgery or general practitioner's... I'd say at least two years ago."

More skin, more feathers, more exposure, more discomfort, it piles on top of her as his hands move inquisitively, her frame shaking slightly from nerves.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Surgery sounds like... Fun." He paused. "I mean, I've performed it once or twice but for it to be a full time occupation..." He let out a shaky sigh, his voice lowering. Softening. "I'd.. get fired awfully fast for being.... Selfish, I suppose... That'd... Fit what I mean." He glanced at her wings, pulling them forward towards her front side. "Are these flexible?"

[that-bird-girl]

The image of a surgical theatre, scalpels and bright lights, metal shining against drawn blood and severed skin, it makes her crawl with a certain sickness.

"They're... relatively flexible, they can curl and bend in certain ways."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He smiles as he watches her face show some discomfort. “…Really now?” He pulled on her wings. Testing how far they could bend. Staring at her face closely. Then he looked at their wings “Are these groomed?” He asked, lifting them towards him, feeling along them.

[that-bird-girl]

"Please be careful, I have light bones..."

Facing the discomfort as he twists and manhandles her wings, Amara does all she can for her reflexes not to kick in, scared a single off touch could trigger an anxious response and hit him...

"I keep them tidy, comb out any loose feathers and help out the pinfeathers, as well as making sure they're properly cleaned, yes."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Ah.... That's.. good.." he mumbled. He absentmindedly rubbed two small section on her wings. Watching her facial expressions with interest. Wide eyes just staring at her intently. "So... Since you're ..." He clicks his tongue. "Since you have bird features.. or.. blood.. genes..." He trailed off. "Talons?"

[that-bird-girl]

Her taloned feet scratch the ground as her tail feathers shook in response, flaring up slightly at the contact. For shame. Amara can hardly keep her eyes up, trying her best to focus elsewhere, anywhere but here.

"I do have talons, yes. Please refrain from touching them, though, they're incredibly sharp..."

☆Bird toesssssss XD

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He stares blankly... "I... Mean..." He looks down. "I work with..." He paused suspiciously long. "Dogs and cats... So itd be no different then claws right?" He shrugged. He was just curious. Couldn't stand limitations. "So... Where all do your feathers go?" He asked, walking behind her and rubbing her wings. Almost like he just wanted an excuse to touch them at this point.

[that-bird-girl]

"Ah, right, that makes sense if you've worked with cats and dogs before, but I still don't want to end up harming you, they do more than just scratch..."

Lifting a foot into the air, her talons curl around nothing, flexing and relaxing. Her wings. Again. Her tail shakes once more as she turns to face him.

"It really isn't a good idea to keep touching my wings, I promise you... and where my feathers go? In terms of my wings, they stop at my shoulders, the base is covered in down feathers. In terms of my body, I have feathers instead of, uh, hair, so there are feathers under my arms, on my chest and hips, as well as... the other place you'd usually find hair like that... oh! And my tail!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He looked up at her. "Your hips?" Cocking his head, he smiled. "That's...... Odd." One hand idly slid to her arm. Pulling her slightly close, the other hand tightening his grip. He messed with her hair, the hand on her arm sliding on up her body before pushing a few strands out of her face. As if his face wasn't covered in his own hair. "Could I see that?"

[that-bird-girl]

Shudders wrack her body with each gliding touch, eyes wide with unpredictable terror, yet she remains statuesque in nature, unable to move aside from her eyes.

"See...? You mean my bodily feathers? I can show you the ones on my knees, maybe... I don't exactly want to remove my shirt or anything..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He looked at her face and grinned. "You're so... Fascinating. Has anyone ever told you that?.. though.." he looked off and clicked his tongue. Un peu bébé??" He looked back at her. "I'm so forgetful today, haha! It's... Nothing I haven't seen before. Worked with, before... I work with people full time ahh... Medically and err... Ahhh... CBT and all that. I can't think of a good way to phrase it. I treat people. Help them get better..." He tilted his head at her, reading her expressions at a chance to get to know her better.

[that-bird-girl]

"Oh, so you're a psychologist, then? You examine people mentally? That must take a lot of time and effort, that's very impressive!"

Despite her aforementioned discomfort, Amara still lights up at Ivan explaining his profession to her, immediately displaying how impressed she is.

"And I used to hear that a lot, yes... a lot of scientists like to use that. 'Fascinating'. I suppose they aren't wrong!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"One of a kind, you are... A psychologist, yes!" Though he mispronounced it... "I think you explained it good.. thank you." He smiled. "I just don't know a better.. wording. I didn't go all out figuring out English or nothing. Though I'd like to think I speak.. well. For not figuring out much!" He grinned lazily at her. He grabbed at the appendages on the sides of her head, tweaking them around lazily. "It's so interest..? Briony doesn't have anything like these. Then again, he's a. ah, screwed up fake..." He rolled his eyes. "Un peu bébé! Ahh..." He trailed off, staring at his left hand as he pulled harder, getting lost in his own mind.

[that-bird-girl]

"You must really work hard to be a psychologist, mister, it must take a lot of time and effort! And you explained yourself perfectly, you have nothing to worry about."

As his hands reach for her winged ears, she flinches, feeling sensitivity sear through the appendages and through the sides of her head as he pulls harder on them.

"A fake...? What- ow... what do you mean by 'fake'?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"His personality feels so, you know, pushed?" It feels fake. I don't trust anything he say, to be honest. Then again, he's no bird! So... I suppose he wouldn't have any. I wonder if Arch would?" He trailed off. "I spent a fair amount of time on work." He smiled. His eyebags showed the under- exaggeration. "I like what I do. And everyone I work with."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

“Can you fix a 1998 Furby that’s been retrofitted with a synthetic brain? He has nightmares…”

Haha, I've never worked with Furbys (Furbies?)! You mean an artificial brain? Or? That concept seems fascinating. Like an AI? How would one have nightmares?

[rittzithexenomorph]

She tilted her head, empathic field blooming with a feeling of excitement. She had never met someone who didn’t mind her empathic abilities once they knew what was happening to them.

“Involved? Studying? Woah… you must be really intelligent then. Just like my Dad! But, he employs people like you. He doesn’t do all the science himself, ya know? Do you want me to call my friends to bring my Furby then? I can tell them to bring all the info on his synthetic brain too! And- and… hm… you didn’t like your dad… do you want a Furby that makes dad-jokes???”

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

“I don’t think I’d want to have someone else work on my projects… they’d ruin them. You can if you’d like! It doesn’t sound too bothersome! It probably won’t take that long either!” He was leaning in closer to her, though it was mostly subconsciously. “It’s not that I… didn’t like him.” He is the worst liar ever. “I love dad jokes” he snorted. “They make some laugh. Mm..”

[rittzithexenomorph]

Now her tail wiggle reached her whole body. She reached into the little bag she kept with her and picked out a small device. It looked a bit like a smartphone, just a bit bigger for her claws. She tapped a few things on it and giggled to herself.

“Okay! It’s coming!” She squeaked. “And I made sure the dad joke one comes too! Oh! Can I see your work? You said you don’t make synthetic robots, but do you make other cool things?”

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"it's mostly things to help people out. Those with disabilities, stuff for ordinary people, medical devices...." He scratches his chin. "Though there are some fun ones. Have you ever seen Terrifier? The scene where he... Sliced her down the middle! I made something that can do that!" He got very excited over that. Then he paused. "I...it's just for looks, of course." He was a horrible liar.

[rittzithexenomorph]

“Huh? No! I’ve never seen that! I wanna take a look at it! Can we put a melon in it? A pumpkin?” As soon as she heard that, her mind was hooked. “Oh!!! Can it slice through a log of wood? Like a big one from a tree?” A bleep came back on her phone. Two synthetic personnel were reluctantly on their way with her two Furbies.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I.. just said it was made for people, not fruit or... Logs." He stared at her. Leaned in way too close than anyone could be comfortable with.

[rittzithexenomorph]

“Oh… well, I don’t wanna see people get sliced up… that’s gross.” Her empathic field flared with a feeling of fear and disgust at the thought of it. She quivered and shook her head a bit. There was another feeling within the field though… it was a strange sort of hunger, almost as if her Xenomorph side were peeking out, just a bit at the thought of meat. Rittzi shuddered as soon as she noticed and squashed the feeling, hoping he hadn’t picked up on it.

She checked her phone. The crew was almost here.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I suppose so...." He smiled, thinking about it, picking at his nails. "I guess I'm just desensitized. Too many horror movies, maybe!" He laughed. "Hah.." he looked off, seemingly thinking about such things.

[lopearedjackrabbit]

I have nothing for you guys for now, sorry! Have these. You can Collab if you'd like just lmk ^^ I wanna seeee

Ocs: (roleplay blogs)

1; @theinnerworkingsandthescience

2; Köter DerMeister, No account; thank Ivan for that!

3; @fatherluciovich

[lopearedjackrabbit]

Minors do not interact with post or account!

Updated intro below:

Salutations to you!

Welcome, I am Daniil! Some refer to me as Strade, William, Hanako, (anyone can use) and very few as Puppy! (Specified friends.)

Fandoms as laid below:

Metal Family

TBHK

Welcome Home

Nonary Games

Boyfriend to Death/other Gatobob created games

FNaF

Your Boyfriend

Spooky Month

Dispatch

And others!

About me:

Languages:

fluent in English

In process of learning Spanish, German, Russian, and then French after we come to those being done.

Age:20

Birthday: 1/5/06

Pronouns: He/him

Artist, writer, and game creator (to be?)

About that? Ahh, so glad you asked!

I'm currently working on a visual novel game surrounding my ocs!

Three of their blogs, two out of the three run by me:

@theinnerworkingsandthescience

@fatherluciovich

@catrionacatherineiontknowu

This game will have around fourteen characters! Not everyone will be given an extensive route! You are open to roleplay with the characters, talk to the characters and send me questions! The game is currently being drafted and having designs finalised. I also have a potential candidate for the music in game. She does not have Tumblr and is an underground artist with no music posted online to my understanding. Very talented, haha!

Thank you for your time!

[that-bird-girl]

So… where does the bird part come from?

"They actually come from a recessive strain of mutated avian genes within my father's family, he kept that hidden for shockingly long, and he wasn't exactly happy when I'd inherited them..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

oh? How so?

[that-bird-girl]

"In terms of the genetics? He wasn't exactly clear about how it happened, it was something loosely about a relative long ago having an affair with a harpy, and the genes were passed through generations without coming up, until my mother had me."

"In terms of genetics, there's a deep level of shame and disdain that he carries because of the affair and how relations with demihumans here are frowned upon, so seeing me come out with tiny featherless wings and pronged feet didn't exactly sit right with him. Sorry for all of that..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Sorry? Why? It's very interesting..." He grinned lazily at her. "I know a few ahhh.. individuals with animalistic features! But.. they're not like you for a similar reason." He smiled smugly and shoved his hands into his coat's pockets. "If you're completely unsure you could always look into it, yeah? It seems reasonable enough dear." He stared at her intently.

[that-bird-girl]

"I was simply worried I had shared too much... 'traumadumping' is what some call it, I think?"

Her gaze averts slightly in bashful embarrassment.

"You know others? How is it that they're not like me? Please excuse all of my questions, I'm simply curious. I don't really know how I'd look into it, I don't have any access to family information anymore..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Ah... They just.. didn't get it in nearly the same way." He shrugged. "It's... Ohh... Environmental effects? Hm. I probably said that wrong. Hmmm..? You can never share too much." He grinned. "I find you so fascinating, you know?.."

[that-bird-girl]

"Fascinating?"

She's flattered, winged ears covering her eyes out of nervous flustering.

"I'm honoured, really, that's ever so sweet of you..."

Oblivious to any intention or intrigue for personal benefit, she lights up, hands fiddling with her wings slightly.

"I'm surprised you've met other demihumans, especially if they aren't the same as me..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He doesn't say anything. His eyes wrinkle when he smiles. He's just... Staring at her, intently. Hands in his coat's pockets and leaned in towards her. It's like this before a few long moments. "I'd consider myself lucky. Greatful to have the opportunity to meet them.. hm. Know them..."

[that-bird-girl]

Her eyes crease softly as she looks up at him, in awe and intrigue.

"You really are lucky! I wish I got to know more... I'd only ever seen others in passing when..."

She trails off, clearing her throat before putting her chipper attitude back on.

"Can I ask how come you've been able to meet and know other demihumans?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"They live with me. We're.. buddies." He grinned. "Patients of mine, you could say." He walked behind her, almost circling her, hands feeling her wings. He said something under his breath, too quiet for her to hear. He felt along her wings, staring down at her, before talking. "What.. were you saying? Before?" His voice was quieter now.

[that-bird-girl]

"Patients? Oh, you must have helped them, then, that's wonderful!"

Her eyes track his movements, curious as to what he's thinking, doing, wondering... a sudden chirp escapes her as his hands find her wings, the touch startling her slightly, especially when it comes to there.

"What I was saying before? About my bird parts...? Or about my father hating said bird parts?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I suppose I did..." He said, a tad dismissively. "Everything you were saying. Anything you could say?" He shrugged. "Anything, honestly. Nothing would be bad. Just... Talk about yourself." He experimentally lightly tugged on a feather. Not enough to pull it out.

[that-bird-girl]

"You don't need to act humble, it's okay, I'd be elated if I could support others like that!"

She's not exactly certain as to what he does, so she assumes the best.

"About myself...? That's the first I've really been asked to talk about me, it isn't a common topic..."

Another sharp chirp when he tugged on a feather. Maybe he doesn't know about bird biology... hmm... maybe it's best to keep it that way.

"Well, it's been a long time since someone has, uh, examined me like this, not since my..."

She clears her throat a little.

"My testing, but you probably don't want to hear about that..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"humble? No." He snorted and pulled on her wings. "Just more of a listener. When he didn't have a loud response he pulled a little more. "Does that hurt?" He was acting like he was studying her.

[that-bird-girl]

Her brows shoot up as he tugs slightly harder, the quill pulling at her skin, causing a sharp squawk from her, a winged ear curling around to cover her mouth.

"A little, yes, among other things that I... don't want to mention... is something wrong with my wings?"

☆For context, bird wings are super sensitive and can cause hormonal behaviour!! I wanted to say in case that would make you uncomfortable ^^

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He didn't say anything for a long moment. "Ah... No. Nothing is wrong with them. I'm just curious. I don't know many... Er... des oiseaux-hommes?...." He let go of the feather. "...Eh.. your type, I suppose." He curiously pushed up her top, not thinking much

Heh... I didn't know that and know nothing about birds. Go off tho. Ivan isnt gonna get turned on or nothing by it so..

[that-bird-girl]

"That's understandable, people tend to be, um, curious about them a lot of the time, so that makes sense... back in the facility, they'd call me 'avio-human', maybe that would work for you, too?"

Her body freezes up at the contact, eyes glazing over as she stares directly in front of her.

"So, uh, what is it you're... doing?"

☆No worries, I figured it would be from a curious scientific perspective! I just wanted to mention in case you didn't know >◇<

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I'm....looking you... over." He said casually, not asking. Like some spoiled child used to getting everything they want. He somehow pulled out a flimsy ruler and was wrapping it around her waist, only half-listening to what she was saying.

[that-bird-girl]

The sudden contact of the measure around her waist makes her fingers hitch, feathers standing on end as he examines. Stammering, her eyes flitting towards his direction.

"Can you... not lift my shirt, at least? I don't want to expose anything..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Huh? What's the matter with it?-..." He paused, looking over her shoulder at her face. "Are you uncomfortable?" He asked, Little to no care in his voice. He pulled it away from her and cocked his head, his hand holding her waist just to see her reaction.

[that-bird-girl]

"I am, yes..."

Worrying her lower lip, her primary feathers curl around into her hands, breathing as smoothly as she can without hyperventilating.

"Why are you measuring me?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"A shame it makes you uncomfortable." He mumbled with detachment. "I... Like studying people, I suppose." He moved in front of her, pulling out a flashlight. He waved it around in her eyes. "I find you fascinating..." He added under his breath, leaning down.

[that-bird-girl]

Reeling back at the bright light, her eyes water, not having seen such sterile brightness in so long, and with how receptive her eyes are to light, they sting at the exposure.

And yet she cannot bring herself to raise her voice.

"It's wonderful that you find me interesting, mister, but I really am uncomfortable... what do you want to know?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"just... I want to see what's different about you.. from other people... tue-moi?? Er... Different. You know, interesting.." He put the light away and idly grabbed her arm, pushing up the sleeve and looking. "When was your last checkup?" He went quiet and stared at her blankly. Eyes looking between her arms.

[that-bird-girl]

"My last check up? I haven't been to see a doctor in a long time, I tend to avoid them since most sterile environments end up frightening me, especially clinical places like a surgery or general practitioner's... I'd say at least two years ago."

More skin, more feathers, more exposure, more discomfort, it piles on top of her as his hands move inquisitively, her frame shaking slightly from nerves.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Surgery sounds like... Fun." He paused. "I mean, I've performed it once or twice but for it to be a full time occupation..." He let out a shaky sigh, his voice lowering. Softening. "I'd.. get fired awfully fast for being.... Selfish, I suppose... That'd... Fit what I mean." He glanced at her wings, pulling them forward towards her front side. "Are these flexible?"

[that-bird-girl]

The image of a surgical theatre, scalpels and bright lights, metal shining against drawn blood and severed skin, it makes her crawl with a certain sickness.

"They're... relatively flexible, they can curl and bend in certain ways."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He smiles as he watches her face show some discomfort. “…Really now?” He pulled on her wings. Testing how far they could bend. Staring at her face closely. Then he looked at their wings “Are these groomed?” He asked, lifting them towards him, feeling along them.

[that-bird-girl]

"Please be careful, I have light bones..."

Facing the discomfort as he twists and manhandles her wings, Amara does all she can for her reflexes not to kick in, scared a single off touch could trigger an anxious response and hit him...

"I keep them tidy, comb out any loose feathers and help out the pinfeathers, as well as making sure they're properly cleaned, yes."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Ah.... That's.. good.." he mumbled. He absentmindedly rubbed two small section on her wings. Watching her facial expressions with interest. Wide eyes just staring at her intently. "So... Since you're ..." He clicks his tongue. "Since you have bird features.. or.. blood.. genes..." He trailed off. "Talons?"

[that-bird-girl]

Her taloned feet scratch the ground as her tail feathers shook in response, flaring up slightly at the contact. For shame. Amara can hardly keep her eyes up, trying her best to focus elsewhere, anywhere but here.

"I do have talons, yes. Please refrain from touching them, though, they're incredibly sharp..."

☆Bird toesssssss XD

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He stares blankly... "I... Mean..." He looks down. "I work with..." He paused suspiciously long. "Dogs and cats... So itd be no different then claws right?" He shrugged. He was just curious. Couldn't stand limitations. "So... Where all do your feathers go?" He asked, walking behind her and rubbing her wings. Almost like he just wanted an excuse to touch them at this point.

[that-bird-girl]

"Ah, right, that makes sense if you've worked with cats and dogs before, but I still don't want to end up harming you, they do more than just scratch..."

Lifting a foot into the air, her talons curl around nothing, flexing and relaxing. Her wings. Again. Her tail shakes once more as she turns to face him.

"It really isn't a good idea to keep touching my wings, I promise you... and where my feathers go? In terms of my wings, they stop at my shoulders, the base is covered in down feathers. In terms of my body, I have feathers instead of, uh, hair, so there are feathers under my arms, on my chest and hips, as well as... the other place you'd usually find hair like that... oh! And my tail!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He looked up at her. "Your hips?" Cocking his head, he smiled. "That's...... Odd." One hand idly slid to her arm. Pulling her slightly close, the other hand tightening his grip. He messed with her hair, the hand on her arm sliding on up her body before pushing a few strands out of her face. As if his face wasn't covered in his own hair. "Could I see that?"

[that-bird-girl]

Shudders wrack her body with each gliding touch, eyes wide with unpredictable terror, yet she remains statuesque in nature, unable to move aside from her eyes.

"See...? You mean my bodily feathers? I can show you the ones on my knees, maybe... I don't exactly want to remove my shirt or anything..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He looked at her face and grinned. "You're so... Fascinating. Has anyone ever told you that?.. though.." he looked off and clicked his tongue. Un peu bébé??" He looked back at her. "I'm so forgetful today, haha! It's... Nothing I haven't seen before. Worked with, before... I work with people full time ahh... Medically and err... Ahhh... CBT and all that. I can't think of a good way to phrase it. I treat people. Help them get better..." He tilted his head at her, reading her expressions at a chance to get to know her better.

[that-bird-girl]

"Oh, so you're a psychologist, then? You examine people mentally? That must take a lot of time and effort, that's very impressive!"

Despite her aforementioned discomfort, Amara still lights up at Ivan explaining his profession to her, immediately displaying how impressed she is.

"And I used to hear that a lot, yes... a lot of scientists like to use that. 'Fascinating'. I suppose they aren't wrong!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"One of a kind, you are... A psychologist, yes!" Though he mispronounced it... "I think you explained it good.. thank you." He smiled. "I just don't know a better.. wording. I didn't go all out figuring out English or nothing. Though I'd like to think I speak.. well. For not figuring out much!" He grinned lazily at her. He grabbed at the appendages on the sides of her head, tweaking them around lazily. "It's so interest..? Briony doesn't have anything like these. Then again, he's a. ah, screwed up fake..." He rolled his eyes. "Un peu bébé! Ahh..." He trailed off, staring at his left hand as he pulled harder, getting lost in his own mind.

[that-bird-girl]

So… where does the bird part come from?

"They actually come from a recessive strain of mutated avian genes within my father's family, he kept that hidden for shockingly long, and he wasn't exactly happy when I'd inherited them..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

oh? How so?

[that-bird-girl]

"In terms of the genetics? He wasn't exactly clear about how it happened, it was something loosely about a relative long ago having an affair with a harpy, and the genes were passed through generations without coming up, until my mother had me."

"In terms of genetics, there's a deep level of shame and disdain that he carries because of the affair and how relations with demihumans here are frowned upon, so seeing me come out with tiny featherless wings and pronged feet didn't exactly sit right with him. Sorry for all of that..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Sorry? Why? It's very interesting..." He grinned lazily at her. "I know a few ahhh.. individuals with animalistic features! But.. they're not like you for a similar reason." He smiled smugly and shoved his hands into his coat's pockets. "If you're completely unsure you could always look into it, yeah? It seems reasonable enough dear." He stared at her intently.

[that-bird-girl]

"I was simply worried I had shared too much... 'traumadumping' is what some call it, I think?"

Her gaze averts slightly in bashful embarrassment.

"You know others? How is it that they're not like me? Please excuse all of my questions, I'm simply curious. I don't really know how I'd look into it, I don't have any access to family information anymore..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Ah... They just.. didn't get it in nearly the same way." He shrugged. "It's... Ohh... Environmental effects? Hm. I probably said that wrong. Hmmm..? You can never share too much." He grinned. "I find you so fascinating, you know?.."

[that-bird-girl]

"Fascinating?"

She's flattered, winged ears covering her eyes out of nervous flustering.

"I'm honoured, really, that's ever so sweet of you..."

Oblivious to any intention or intrigue for personal benefit, she lights up, hands fiddling with her wings slightly.

"I'm surprised you've met other demihumans, especially if they aren't the same as me..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He doesn't say anything. His eyes wrinkle when he smiles. He's just... Staring at her, intently. Hands in his coat's pockets and leaned in towards her. It's like this before a few long moments. "I'd consider myself lucky. Greatful to have the opportunity to meet them.. hm. Know them..."

[that-bird-girl]

Her eyes crease softly as she looks up at him, in awe and intrigue.

"You really are lucky! I wish I got to know more... I'd only ever seen others in passing when..."

She trails off, clearing her throat before putting her chipper attitude back on.

"Can I ask how come you've been able to meet and know other demihumans?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"They live with me. We're.. buddies." He grinned. "Patients of mine, you could say." He walked behind her, almost circling her, hands feeling her wings. He said something under his breath, too quiet for her to hear. He felt along her wings, staring down at her, before talking. "What.. were you saying? Before?" His voice was quieter now.

[that-bird-girl]

"Patients? Oh, you must have helped them, then, that's wonderful!"

Her eyes track his movements, curious as to what he's thinking, doing, wondering... a sudden chirp escapes her as his hands find her wings, the touch startling her slightly, especially when it comes to there.

"What I was saying before? About my bird parts...? Or about my father hating said bird parts?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I suppose I did..." He said, a tad dismissively. "Everything you were saying. Anything you could say?" He shrugged. "Anything, honestly. Nothing would be bad. Just... Talk about yourself." He experimentally lightly tugged on a feather. Not enough to pull it out.

[that-bird-girl]

"You don't need to act humble, it's okay, I'd be elated if I could support others like that!"

She's not exactly certain as to what he does, so she assumes the best.

"About myself...? That's the first I've really been asked to talk about me, it isn't a common topic..."

Another sharp chirp when he tugged on a feather. Maybe he doesn't know about bird biology... hmm... maybe it's best to keep it that way.

"Well, it's been a long time since someone has, uh, examined me like this, not since my..."

She clears her throat a little.

"My testing, but you probably don't want to hear about that..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"humble? No." He snorted and pulled on her wings. "Just more of a listener. When he didn't have a loud response he pulled a little more. "Does that hurt?" He was acting like he was studying her.

[that-bird-girl]

Her brows shoot up as he tugs slightly harder, the quill pulling at her skin, causing a sharp squawk from her, a winged ear curling around to cover her mouth.

"A little, yes, among other things that I... don't want to mention... is something wrong with my wings?"

☆For context, bird wings are super sensitive and can cause hormonal behaviour!! I wanted to say in case that would make you uncomfortable ^^

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He didn't say anything for a long moment. "Ah... No. Nothing is wrong with them. I'm just curious. I don't know many... Er... des oiseaux-hommes?...." He let go of the feather. "...Eh.. your type, I suppose." He curiously pushed up her top, not thinking much

Heh... I didn't know that and know nothing about birds. Go off tho. Ivan isnt gonna get turned on or nothing by it so..

[that-bird-girl]

"That's understandable, people tend to be, um, curious about them a lot of the time, so that makes sense... back in the facility, they'd call me 'avio-human', maybe that would work for you, too?"

Her body freezes up at the contact, eyes glazing over as she stares directly in front of her.

"So, uh, what is it you're... doing?"

☆No worries, I figured it would be from a curious scientific perspective! I just wanted to mention in case you didn't know >◇<

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"I'm....looking you... over." He said casually, not asking. Like some spoiled child used to getting everything they want. He somehow pulled out a flimsy ruler and was wrapping it around her waist, only half-listening to what she was saying.

[that-bird-girl]

The sudden contact of the measure around her waist makes her fingers hitch, feathers standing on end as he examines. Stammering, her eyes flitting towards his direction.

"Can you... not lift my shirt, at least? I don't want to expose anything..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Huh? What's the matter with it?-..." He paused, looking over her shoulder at her face. "Are you uncomfortable?" He asked, Little to no care in his voice. He pulled it away from her and cocked his head, his hand holding her waist just to see her reaction.

[that-bird-girl]

"I am, yes..."

Worrying her lower lip, her primary feathers curl around into her hands, breathing as smoothly as she can without hyperventilating.

"Why are you measuring me?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"A shame it makes you uncomfortable." He mumbled with detachment. "I... Like studying people, I suppose." He moved in front of her, pulling out a flashlight. He waved it around in her eyes. "I find you fascinating..." He added under his breath, leaning down.

[that-bird-girl]

Reeling back at the bright light, her eyes water, not having seen such sterile brightness in so long, and with how receptive her eyes are to light, they sting at the exposure.

And yet she cannot bring herself to raise her voice.

"It's wonderful that you find me interesting, mister, but I really am uncomfortable... what do you want to know?"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"just... I want to see what's different about you.. from other people... tue-moi?? Er... Different. You know, interesting.." He put the light away and idly grabbed her arm, pushing up the sleeve and looking. "When was your last checkup?" He went quiet and stared at her blankly. Eyes looking between her arms.

[that-bird-girl]

"My last check up? I haven't been to see a doctor in a long time, I tend to avoid them since most sterile environments end up frightening me, especially clinical places like a surgery or general practitioner's... I'd say at least two years ago."

More skin, more feathers, more exposure, more discomfort, it piles on top of her as his hands move inquisitively, her frame shaking slightly from nerves.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Surgery sounds like... Fun." He paused. "I mean, I've performed it once or twice but for it to be a full time occupation..." He let out a shaky sigh, his voice lowering. Softening. "I'd.. get fired awfully fast for being.... Selfish, I suppose... That'd... Fit what I mean." He glanced at her wings, pulling them forward towards her front side. "Are these flexible?"

[that-bird-girl]

The image of a surgical theatre, scalpels and bright lights, metal shining against drawn blood and severed skin, it makes her crawl with a certain sickness.

"They're... relatively flexible, they can curl and bend in certain ways."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He smiles as he watches her face show some discomfort. “…Really now?” He pulled on her wings. Testing how far they could bend. Staring at her face closely. Then he looked at their wings “Are these groomed?” He asked, lifting them towards him, feeling along them.

[that-bird-girl]

"Please be careful, I have light bones..."

Facing the discomfort as he twists and manhandles her wings, Amara does all she can for her reflexes not to kick in, scared a single off touch could trigger an anxious response and hit him...

"I keep them tidy, comb out any loose feathers and help out the pinfeathers, as well as making sure they're properly cleaned, yes."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Ah.... That's.. good.." he mumbled. He absentmindedly rubbed two small section on her wings. Watching her facial expressions with interest. Wide eyes just staring at her intently. "So... Since you're ..." He clicks his tongue. "Since you have bird features.. or.. blood.. genes..." He trailed off. "Talons?"

[that-bird-girl]

Her taloned feet scratch the ground as her tail feathers shook in response, flaring up slightly at the contact. For shame. Amara can hardly keep her eyes up, trying her best to focus elsewhere, anywhere but here.

"I do have talons, yes. Please refrain from touching them, though, they're incredibly sharp..."

☆Bird toesssssss XD

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He stares blankly... "I... Mean..." He looks down. "I work with..." He paused suspiciously long. "Dogs and cats... So itd be no different then claws right?" He shrugged. He was just curious. Couldn't stand limitations. "So... Where all do your feathers go?" He asked, walking behind her and rubbing her wings. Almost like he just wanted an excuse to touch them at this point.

[that-bird-girl]

"Ah, right, that makes sense if you've worked with cats and dogs before, but I still don't want to end up harming you, they do more than just scratch..."

Lifting a foot into the air, her talons curl around nothing, flexing and relaxing. Her wings. Again. Her tail shakes once more as she turns to face him.

"It really isn't a good idea to keep touching my wings, I promise you... and where my feathers go? In terms of my wings, they stop at my shoulders, the base is covered in down feathers. In terms of my body, I have feathers instead of, uh, hair, so there are feathers under my arms, on my chest and hips, as well as... the other place you'd usually find hair like that... oh! And my tail!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He looked up at her. "Your hips?" Cocking his head, he smiled. "That's...... Odd." One hand idly slid to her arm. Pulling her slightly close, the other hand tightening his grip. He messed with her hair, the hand on her arm sliding on up her body before pushing a few strands out of her face. As if his face wasn't covered in his own hair. "Could I see that?"

[that-bird-girl]

Shudders wrack her body with each gliding touch, eyes wide with unpredictable terror, yet she remains statuesque in nature, unable to move aside from her eyes.

"See...? You mean my bodily feathers? I can show you the ones on my knees, maybe... I don't exactly want to remove my shirt or anything..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He looked at her face and grinned. "You're so... Fascinating. Has anyone ever told you that?.. though.." he looked off and clicked his tongue. Un peu bébé??" He looked back at her. "I'm so forgetful today, haha! It's... Nothing I haven't seen before. Worked with, before... I work with people full time ahh... Medically and err... Ahhh... CBT and all that. I can't think of a good way to phrase it. I treat people. Help them get better..." He tilted his head at her, reading her expressions at a chance to get to know her better.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

take my period cramps.

[fatherluciovich]

@theinnerworkingsandthescience can you Refrain from sending me such things?

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

what

[fatherluciovich]

"These... Things you keep sending me!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Why! These are such wordless accusations, buddy! What 'things?'" He grinned at the priest, leaning into his personal space.

[fatherluciovich]

His voice softened. "S-shh!! K....Keep your voice down, doctor! Please.." He let out a sigh and looked away. "You know what 'things...!'"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He snorted. "Keep my voice down?? Why?" Why would I do that?" He got into his face, standing on his tippy toes. One hand grabbing his hair. "And why would I listen to you? C'mon Briony! You're such a baby! It's no fun! Not for anyone!" He grinned. "Is it because it's a holy place?" He mocked Briony, doing air quotes. "Suck it up, bozo"

[fatherluciovich]

"I!-" He pushed Ivan's hand away. "Quit touching me. And you know it's not Briony to you!" He groaned, stepping away, but Ivan followed. He narrowed his eyes at him. "Quit it. Knock it off..." His lower lip trembled.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

Ivan noticed. "Oh.. Am I making you nervous, Briony?" He grinned, grabbing Briony's wrist. When Briony tried to pull away he grabbed at his waist, pulling him close. Standing up on his tip toes. He didn't like being shorter than someone else. Briony was standing up straighter now. Ivan grinned in his face as Briony leaned away. "You're nervous. Defensive. Tense.... Are you mad I'm touching you?" He stared intently into his eyes, reading him.

[fatherluciovich]

He stared at him, wide eyed, irritated and nervous. He felt sweat start to drip down his face and his body was too warm. Too many clothes... He looked anywhere but at Ivan. "C...Can you get off.... Off of me? Please?.. I don't.. like when you.." He stammered out. Ivan squeezed his waist and he couldn't help a growl from slipping out. His eyes darted to Ivan's who was enjoying himself. He clenched his hand.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He stared at him. "Come on, pal.." One hand pushed under Briony's shirt slowly. Before he could register it he was shoved back hard and a pain shot across his face. He let out a small pained yelp. When he managed to right his footing again, he glare at Briony. "What the fuck?!"

[fatherluciovich]

"I- I- I-" He stammered. "You!" He looked at his hand. "I.. I didn't want to do that, I'm sorry. But can you please refrain from getting in my personal space and touching me?!" He begged. "Y-You know I have bad self r-restaint and you... Are not helping that!" He was breathing heavily as he stared at Ivan. He dropped his hand, trying to calm down. "And... And touching me so inappropriately.. I..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Boo fucking hoo! You're such a baby! You'd hit someone over that?! What is wrong with you?!" He screamed at him. Briony shrunk and Ivan stomped to him, getting in his face. Being a bitch over some sma slap. Then again, Briony had a good hit... Ivan poked his finger against Briony's chest. "You can't just hit people because YOU'RE uncomfortable, you stupid fuck! Just because YOU'RE a demon, it doesn't mean you have to be a dick to everyone! You fucking baby!..."

[fatherluciovich]

"I!- Do not call me that!" He retorted. "You will not call me.... That!" He took a step back, hands shaking and lower lip trembling. Uncomfortable. Nervous.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Call you what? Demon?" He snorted. "You're gonna get mad over that? It's what you are." He grabbed at Briony's horns. Briony tried to pull away and he started pulling at his horns.

[fatherluciovich]

@theinnerworkingsandthescience can you Refrain from sending me such things?

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

what

[fatherluciovich]

"These... Things you keep sending me!"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Why! These are such wordless accusations, buddy! What 'things?'" He grinned at the priest, leaning into his personal space.

[fatherluciovich]

His voice softened. "S-shh!! K....Keep your voice down, doctor! Please.." He let out a sigh and looked away. "You know what 'things...!'"

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He snorted. "Keep my voice down?? Why?" Why would I do that?" He got into his face, standing on his tippy toes. One hand grabbing his hair. "And why would I listen to you? C'mon Briony! You're such a baby! It's no fun! Not for anyone!" He grinned. "Is it because it's a holy place?" He mocked Briony, doing air quotes. "Suck it up, bozo"

[fatherluciovich]

"I!-" He pushed Ivan's hand away. "Quit touching me. And you know it's not Briony to you!" He groaned, stepping away, but Ivan followed. He narrowed his eyes at him. "Quit it. Knock it off..." His lower lip trembled.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

Ivan noticed. "Oh.. Am I making you nervous, Briony?" He grinned, grabbing Briony's wrist. When Briony tried to pull away he grabbed at his waist, pulling him close. Standing up on his tip toes. He didn't like being shorter than someone else. Briony was standing up straighter now. Ivan grinned in his face as Briony leaned away. "You're nervous. Defensive. Tense.... Are you mad I'm touching you?" He stared intently into his eyes, reading him.

[fatherluciovich]

He stared at him, wide eyed, irritated and nervous. He felt sweat start to drip down his face and his body was too warm. Too many clothes... He looked anywhere but at Ivan. "C...Can you get off.... Off of me? Please?.. I don't.. like when you.." He stammered out. Ivan squeezed his waist and he couldn't help a growl from slipping out. His eyes darted to Ivan's who was enjoying himself. He clenched his hand.

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

He stared at him. "Come on, pal.." One hand pushed under Briony's shirt slowly. Before he could register it he was shoved back hard and a pain shot across his face. He let out a small pained yelp. When he managed to right his footing again, he glare at Briony. "What the fuck?!"

[fatherluciovich]

"I- I- I-" He stammered. "You!" He looked at his hand. "I.. I didn't want to do that, I'm sorry. But can you please refrain from getting in my personal space and touching me?!" He begged. "Y-You know I have bad self r-restaint and you... Are not helping that!" He was breathing heavily as he stared at Ivan. He dropped his hand, trying to calm down. "And... And touching me so inappropriately.. I..."

[theinnerworkingsandthescience]

"Boo fucking hoo! You're such a baby! You'd hit someone over that?! What is wrong with you?!" He screamed at him. Briony shrunk and Ivan stomped to him, getting in his face. Being a bitch over some sma slap. Then again, Briony had a good hit... Ivan poked his finger against Briony's chest. "You can't just hit people because YOU'RE uncomfortable, you stupid fuck! Just because YOU'RE a demon, it doesn't mean you have to be a dick to everyone! You fucking baby!..."