o5 . bone house mingle!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and CR!
What: Several teens move into the horrible necromancy mansion, and sometimes they bring their friends.
When: Early March.
Where: Bone House in Gaze.

Content Warnings: Skeletons, discussions of death and grief, violence where marked, vomit where marked. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

As ever, she leans happily into the touch, exactly as pliant as the feline Shinji-kun. It's nice to be petted. It's nicer to see Kaworu finally getting himself up and ready for the day, even if she blows a credible raspberry at him for wiping his nose on his sleeve. Messy!

breakfast. she sends, spreading her wings and launching herself for his arm. Her little claws tickle as she grabs on and wraps herself halfway around his slender wrist, tendrils and antennae waving. Pictures of meat and berries and nuts quickly populate the psychic environment; she can't get hungry but she can sure pretend she is.

[peripheries]

He sticks his tongue back out at her when she blows the raspberry! Shut up! He had to stop his nose with something and this was closest. Still, he lets her up onto his arm, giving her head an affectionate stroke, rubbing an antenna with a finger. He doesn't want to think about why she's more active now than before, so he simply will not.

"Fine, fine, breakfast."

[unsheathedfromreality]

good. She accepts additional petting with obvious glee, then ladders her way up his arm toward his shoulder as they strike out. Images of meat and berries and meat and seeds and meat and little pastries color the psychic environment as the Omen rhapsodizes on the subject of breakfast.

Then--just as suddenly as they've begun--the impressions stop as something else catches Iskierka's attention through a wall. She drops back off Kaworu's arm, flicking through the intervening obstacle, only to shortly return with a handkerchief for the boy.

here. She knew she'd been missing something.