kaito kagamine ⚙ 鏡音介人 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
was_no_monster) wrote2014-08-27 10:13 pm
was_no_monster) wrote2014-08-27 10:13 pm
HOOKERY POST THE FOURTH
by which I mean Court continuations! Curse you, captcha.
[ ok then ]
I'm going to come over and open that for you.
[ just... gonna slip over there and see if he'll be allowed close enough to do exactly that, careful to be obvious in his movements and keep his body language nonthreatening
depending on what Sanajeh can sense or smell (or is paying attention to, considering the situation), he both pings and smells very similar to the way a tree rotted nearly back into dirt would ]
I'm going to come over and open that for you.
[ just... gonna slip over there and see if he'll be allowed close enough to do exactly that, careful to be obvious in his movements and keep his body language nonthreatening
depending on what Sanajeh can sense or smell (or is paying attention to, considering the situation), he both pings and smells very similar to the way a tree rotted nearly back into dirt would ]
Edited 2015-06-18 07:11 (UTC)
... Would you be able to tell where the rest of you had gone if it had?
[sleepily] Nope. I can see what I can see and I can feel what I can feel, but it's not like I've got some inherent demon-tag going on with my body.
[abruptly stops hissing. flicking his tongue rapidly ????????????]
[Reaches to take it, notices, you know, not having gloves on, and then just crosses his arms.]
It's nice to meet you, circumstances aside.
It's nice to meet you, circumstances aside.
[ that gets him graveyard dirt, ozone, and something coppery that might be blood or metal or both. overall it's a very "fertile and waiting for new growth" sort of smell, and there's no human at all in the mix except in what other people have left behind on him. ]
...Don't bite me, please? I doubt I'm at all palatable.
[ look, he's more familiar with cat and dog body language than snake ]
...Don't bite me, please? I doubt I'm at all palatable.
[ look, he's more familiar with cat and dog body language than snake ]
[ blinks, but lets his hand drop :x ]
Likewise. ...The circumstances could always be worse. At least we weren't shoved in that damn closet together.
Likewise. ...The circumstances could always be worse. At least we weren't shoved in that damn closet together.
Ah... I'm not sure how much better being stuck in bed with strangers is, it's only pot luck that neither of us seem inclined to make this unpleasant.
You know, demon tag? One person calls, the other answers, you try to find them?
... I can't say I've heard of that, but that's as likely to be due to how I was brought up as it is our coming from different places.
[yawns again, props his body up on an elbow] No childhood games for you?
[ echoes that yawn, and ends up smacking himself lightly in the nose when he automatically goes to cover his mouth. scowling at his hand ]
Nothing that required other participants, at least. My grandfather wasn't given to that kind of play.
Nothing that required other participants, at least. My grandfather wasn't given to that kind of play.
[I can't quite see that from down here by your abs]
Too bad. It's pretty fun.
Too bad. It's pretty fun.
[ DRY AS THE SAHARA ]
We aren't being encouraged to try setting ourselves free via "love." I'm inclined to take that as an improvement.
We aren't being encouraged to try setting ourselves free via "love." I'm inclined to take that as an improvement.
[ damnit I thought I'd written him scooting to the edge of the bed. well, at least his dignity is grateful for that. ]
Mmm. I'm not really built for that type of game regardless, although I suppose that the same sentiment would apply.
Mmm. I'm not really built for that type of game regardless, although I suppose that the same sentiment would apply.
[ DOES NOT IN ANY WAY TASTE STRANGE DESPITE SMELL. maybe a little metallic? ]
That was not an invitation to test for yourself.
That was not an invitation to test for yourself.
... Ah.
Better than clay, I suppose. Or rot.
Better than clay, I suppose. Or rot.
[flicks his tongue at him again, completely distracted from his escape attempts]
Old dirt and lightning, and metal and blood. The soil is good.
Old dirt and lightning, and metal and blood. The soil is good.
It's more that when I go fast I have difficulty stopping. Or turning quickly.
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