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Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His wings are the same color as his hair, with a light dappling on the top and some banding in darker brown. His arms are feathered lightly to the elbows, and his right eye has gone a striking shade of gold]

[The left leg seems to be a bird leg from the knee down, with the same dappled feathering creeping up onto his thigh; his right leg, the fake one, is of course the same as always]

[Also, he is STOKED to have wings]

C'mon, let's do this. Who's playing?

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[nihilmancy]

[ Lion ears+tail, no glasses, small coat of soft fur. ]

I am.

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sweet.

Whatcha got for me?

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[nihilmancy]

Play fetch with me!

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh - yeah, sure.

[Considers - digs a screwdriver out of his pocket]

I don't got a stick. Is this cool?

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[nihilmancy]

It's fine. I'm not even a dog.

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay Uh.

Here goes?

[Throws it??]

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[nihilmancy]

[ In one fluid motion, she transforms into a lioness and bounds after it. ]

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

...whoa.

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[irregular]

I don't even know what I'm supposed to be.

[He's a vampire. He just hasn't looked into the mirror lately.]

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

No ears or nothing?

I guess you're kinda pale.

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[irregular]

Just regular ears, I'm pretty sure.

[Touches them. It's an experiment!]

They feel regular.

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

Look regular, too.

Maybe you didn't change. Whatcha got on your card?

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[irregular]

Oh yeah, that.

[He heaves a sigh.]

Just felt really fuckin' poorly-timed--okay, what the fuck is this?

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

Is what?

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[irregular]

Is there something up with my teeth?

[Opens his mouth to poke one of them.]

Re: Day 297 Monster Bingo

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude.

You're totally a vampire.

[Nemesis]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[From here}

Okay.

[He hesitates - nods]

Okay. Just, uh. Just sit tight, then. Here goes.

Re: [Nemesis]

[unbr8kable]

[Sits tight]

Re: [Nemesis]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It starts... remarkably like a dream she once had, honestly]

[The walk is going for slow and sensual, though he's plainly self-conscious. There's a bit of a hip sway; his cheeks are bright red, as he comes in close enough to touch her and does so, the tips of his fingers tracing along her collar bone and shoulders as he makes his way to the back of the chair and then around again, to stop in front of her]

Re: [Nemesis]

[unbr8kable]

[Ah]

[She does her best to stay still and solid, even as she shivers towards the faint touches of his fingers. She's not exactly certain where to look, even though the flush of his face and the sway of his hips and the brush of his feathers are hard to ignore]

Re: [Nemesis]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[When he stands in front of her again, the sway becomes more pronounced; he traces the lines of his own chest down to his hips, and levers his way down, graceful as he moves to a crouch in front of her, one leg at a time]

[His hands come to the insides of her knees, gentle, and her nudges her legs open wider]

Re: [Nemesis]

[unbr8kable]

[The gentle flush over her face immediately goes considerably less gentle, and she tries not to seem quite so eager as he spreads her legs.

She makes to lighten the moment with some sort of flippant remark, but instead just swallows hard and can't tear her eyes away from the sight of him between her knees]

Re: [Nemesis]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He presses a kiss to one of her thighs, and then works his way back up again, using his hold on her legs to make the rise back up to standing slow and graceful]

[When he gets there, he turns - bends at the waist, leg out long, at an angle. All the hours at gymnastics practice mean it's not struggle for him to stretch out to touch his ankle from here, and the rise back up to standing is slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the line of his fake leg all the way up to the thigh]

Re: [Nemesis]

[unbr8kable]

[She shifts in her seat, thighs tingling where he'd touched even through her slacks. Her fingers track the long, long stretch of his side, the sinuous movement of him straightening back up]