[Is this the sound that ends the universe? Or: Reim, alone in his Ruga house, is expecting zero company- because he hasn't had any yet and he's from a world where people send word ahead of time when they drop by, please- so he's both surprised and not when he hears Sierra's voice coming from his door.
God give him strength. Alright. He answers after maybe the third loud knock, giving her a look that is not displeased, but maybe... wary. What is it.]
On my day off, Lady Sierra...? [days off. laughable.] What can I do for you?
[ said so sweetly, like she didn’t just bust down his door trying to get his attention. she smiles in a way that shows off her fangs, and curls her fingers into “intimidating” claws.
really, she’s going for cute, but she’s also an ancient creature with the power to back anything up. ]
[Bold of her to assume that a) he's passably digitally literate, and b) that he knows jack about Halloween, or even enough to know what trick or treat means. He looks at her blankly for a moment before glancing aside, like, maybe someone will pop out from behind a bush and shout "gotcha!!"
Why is the scariest woman he knows standing on his doorstep saying these mysterious things... hmm.]
[ sierra has a little girl who has seen a computer before to help her, but more than that, maribelle taught her. she was ready for this. she’s a natural.
just wait until she figures out how to make posts.
as soon as reim denies her, her cute demeanor drops, and she places her hands on her hips. ]
Hm. I don’t really understand either, but I believe now is the point at which you give me a treat.
[Much better, the cute act is jarring. The scary woman demeanor is familiar, despite being scary. He honestly prefers this, so that's how Reim's life is going...]
[Oh okay, there she goes. Reim just watches this before shutting the door behind her. Alright, welcome, it's a very tidy little house. Aggressively tidy, for a shitty Chroma house, enjoy it.]
Do I...? [Give him a moment to remember his lore... Oh Right.] Ah— oh.
Why not? You’re young, I believe you’re healthy. You can handle it if I have my “treat” from the tap.
[ this is a loaded conversation, but she really is exclusively talking about blood.
sierra motions for him to lower his collar, with expectantly raised eyebrows and a smile that’s somehow playful—is she serious about asking for blood? yes and no. she won’t force him, but she also wouldn’t refuse the chance if he allowed her. ]
[It's sounding more lewd by the minute and he's choosing to believe only chewing on his neck is on the agenda here, as it's the more socially acceptable option. He does not, however, yank his collar down immediately. Please, there is an interview process.]
Just how much of this "treat" do you think you're having?
[He is worried about becoming a giant raisin and dying, actually, but thanks for at least some consideration. He gives her a look, then, sizing up just how much he actually trusts her words...
It's just barely enough, but besides, better him than someone else. This must be what literally everyone who witnessed his memories meant when they called him someone incapable who still walks straight into trouble.]
Unless you want to tip over onto a fainting couch, yes, I suggest it.
[ she’s clearly happy with his compliance. although she takes other vampires to task for feeding on humans, it’s only because they have no restraint. she just needs a bit of blood to keep her strong. there’s no need to kill the poor humans in the process. ]
That "cause" being your personal comfort, I assume. Don't be coy when you're asking me for something like this!
[She's literally using him as a drinking fountain, so he's allowed to be like this. Regardless, he moves to sit on the unfortunately lumpy Chroma(tm) brand sofa in this shambles of a house, casually tugging at his topmost couple shirt buttons as he does.
One of his shoulders is still pretty injured, so please politely ignore that and behold the other side of his neck, free of charge. He's clearly collecting bad ideas??]
[ reim reminds her quite a lot of nash, with this fussiness of his. he’s high strung but has a mouth he’s not afraid to use, and it’s fun. it also makes her feel a little guilty for ditching him after he confessed to her, but he’s resilient—he’ll be fine.
now isn’t the time for reminiscing on the man she peaced out on, though. ]
Take better care of yourself, you fool.
[ a very helpful comment, before she sinks her teeth into his neck, piercing through the flesh, and then she covers the holes with her tongue to suck.
[Reim scoffs, tilting his head slightly away from her, equal parts his reluctance to go through with this and a polite gesture to give her... some space.
He's not thinking about it. Another quick remark (For whose sake, yours or mine?) dies on his tongue, stopped by his flinching at the pain in his neck.
hm yes this is the strangest thing he's ever felt, 0/10, where is he supposed to look right now??]
it’s the first time she’s actually gotten to feed since she got here, instead sustaining herself on the fresh fruits and vegetables she found… sleeping works briefly, but there’s nothing for her energy like drinking blood.
she drinks until she’s satisfied, which will probably leave reim a little woozy but otherwise unharmed, and she sits back with a contented sigh. ]
That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for the service.
[did she bring him a nice bandage or is he just going to drip for a little bit, here]
Hmm. [Hmm, he's too lightheaded to give her more than a half-hearted stern look, just let him shut his eyes for a moment.] I wouldn't say it was good, either... I think I'll be bedridden for the rest of the day, thanks to you.
[He has only so many bandage supplies!! After a moment he half-heartedly covers his own drippy bite mark with his hand, eyes still closed, making a face.]
On me? No, certainly not, but please help yourself to my... kitchen.
[Kitchen, he says with disdain, because it sucks. There is a tiny fruit bowl from the garden, anyway, probably. Apples n' shit.]
[ sierra does just that, and returns with the whole bowl—apples, blood oranges, and there is also an aggressively red banana that she thinks is probably fine. ]
What do you want?
[ it’s nice, but also, she’s definitely treating him like a child. ]
[Oh, he thought this was just a continuation of Sierra coming into his house and eating stuff, this is a new twist. He opens... one whole eye, to scrutinize her.]
Most people can be grateful without being told. [Maybe not about being fed fruit... but his whole being is too wobbly at the moment to elaborate. Anyway.]
Whatever takes the least effort to eat would be wonderful.
[ it could be, but she figures this time he deserves first dibs on his own food. the faster he’s back on his feet, the faster she can have blood again.
for her part, she’s feeling perky. ]
All right. Open up, blood-boy.
[ sometimes she just can’t use his name. that’s how it’s going to be. she peels the red banana, pressing it to his mouth. ]
she thinks it’s funny to harass him like this, but she won’t push it. once he starts kicking up a fuss, she pulls back. more sincerely, she wipes off the banana that got all smushed against his face. ]
It really is good for you, though. Here.
[ she’ll hand him the nanner, like a normal person. ]
[Why is she like this!! Reim somehow makes it through having her wipe his face like he's not a grown-ass man, taking the banana and eating a bite like a normal person.
Still pretty awkward because she did all That, though.]
If- [ahem] If you're looking for some additional opportunities for charity, something to stop my neck from bleeding besides my hand would be nice.
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God give him strength. Alright. He answers after maybe the third loud knock, giving her a look that is not displeased, but maybe... wary. What is it.]
On my day off, Lady Sierra...? [days off. laughable.] What can I do for you?
as it should
[ said so sweetly, like she didn’t just bust down his door trying to get his attention. she smiles in a way that shows off her fangs, and curls her fingers into “intimidating” claws.
really, she’s going for cute, but she’s also an ancient creature with the power to back anything up. ]
Did you see the quests? Trick or treat.
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Why is the scariest woman he knows standing on his doorstep saying these mysterious things... hmm.]
I don't follow.
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just wait until she figures out how to make posts.
as soon as reim denies her, her cute demeanor drops, and she places her hands on her hips. ]
Hm. I don’t really understand either, but I believe now is the point at which you give me a treat.
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Oh. [...] Food, then? I suppose I can do that.
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[ she lets herself in, because she’s not the kind of vampire that must be invited, and smiles. ]
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Do I...? [Give him a moment to remember his lore... Oh Right.] Ah— oh.
[...]
Me, really?
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[ this is a loaded conversation, but she really is exclusively talking about blood.
sierra motions for him to lower his collar, with expectantly raised eyebrows and a smile that’s somehow playful—is she serious about asking for blood? yes and no. she won’t force him, but she also wouldn’t refuse the chance if he allowed her. ]
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Just how much of this "treat" do you think you're having?
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[ she’s not going to turn him into a vampire, if that’s what he’s worried about—the offer won’t be properly extended for a long while yet. ]
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It's just barely enough, but besides, better him than someone else. This must be what literally everyone who witnessed his memories meant when they called him someone incapable who still walks straight into trouble.]
Alright. Should I... sit?
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[ she’s clearly happy with his compliance. although she takes other vampires to task for feeding on humans, it’s only because they have no restraint. she just needs a bit of blood to keep her strong. there’s no need to kill the poor humans in the process. ]
It’s for a good cause. I promise.
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[She's literally using him as a drinking fountain, so he's allowed to be like this. Regardless, he moves to sit on the unfortunately lumpy Chroma(tm) brand sofa in this shambles of a house, casually tugging at his topmost couple shirt buttons as he does.
One of his shoulders is still pretty injured, so please politely ignore that and behold the other side of his neck, free of charge. He's clearly collecting bad ideas??]
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now isn’t the time for reminiscing on the man she peaced out on, though. ]
Take better care of yourself, you fool.
[ a very helpful comment, before she sinks her teeth into his neck, piercing through the flesh, and then she covers the holes with her tongue to suck.
yummo! ]
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He's not thinking about it. Another quick remark (For whose sake, yours or mine?) dies on his tongue, stopped by his flinching at the pain in his neck.
hm yes this is the strangest thing he's ever felt, 0/10, where is he supposed to look right now??]
Remember, I'm not an open buffet.
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[ it tastes good.
it’s the first time she’s actually gotten to feed since she got here, instead sustaining herself on the fresh fruits and vegetables she found… sleeping works briefly, but there’s nothing for her energy like drinking blood.
she drinks until she’s satisfied, which will probably leave reim a little woozy but otherwise unharmed, and she sits back with a contented sigh. ]
That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for the service.
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Hmm. [Hmm, he's too lightheaded to give her more than a half-hearted stern look, just let him shut his eyes for a moment.] I wouldn't say it was good, either... I think I'll be bedridden for the rest of the day, thanks to you.
[damn, lady!! he needed that juice!!]
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You’re welcome. Aren’t you grateful for the day off? I’ll even stick around to make sure you’re all right.
[ she watches him, licking her lips clean of any further blood. ]
Do you have any fruits on you?
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On me? No, certainly not, but please help yourself to my... kitchen.
[Kitchen, he says with disdain, because it sucks. There is a tiny fruit bowl from the garden, anyway, probably. Apples n' shit.]
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What do you want?
[ it’s nice, but also, she’s definitely treating him like a child. ]
I’ll feed you, so be grateful.
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Most people can be grateful without being told. [Maybe not about being fed fruit... but his whole being is too wobbly at the moment to elaborate. Anyway.]
Whatever takes the least effort to eat would be wonderful.
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for her part, she’s feeling perky. ]
All right. Open up, blood-boy.
[ sometimes she just can’t use his name. that’s how it’s going to be. she peels the red banana, pressing it to his mouth. ]
It’s good for you.
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Stop that—! [he says this and gets banana mushed on his face, it's pathetic, let him rest.] I can eat on my own!
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[ why is she so crass though
she thinks it’s funny to harass him like this, but she won’t push it. once he starts kicking up a fuss, she pulls back. more sincerely, she wipes off the banana that got all smushed against his face. ]
It really is good for you, though. Here.
[ she’ll hand him the nanner, like a normal person. ]
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Still pretty awkward because she did all That, though.]
If- [ahem] If you're looking for some additional opportunities for charity, something to stop my neck from bleeding besides my hand would be nice.
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