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Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Lyvress
When: Day 295, post-game
What: after game cuddlepile

[Four revived-but-not-completely-healed Corvi and a bitten-but-not-bleeding survived Lynx coming back from the Arena. Everything is terrible and everything hurts, but at least we got memories.]

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... oh.

That. Sort of favor.

Speaking of which... you. Did notice about your new girl, right?

What . . .? I only saw her for a few minutes, and I wasn't focusing at all—

You can say no, by the way. Or bleed into a cup or something.

It's fine. I've donated before.

And it was her teeth I noticed more.

[dragging hand in from of his mouth, teeth bared and using his index and middle finger to indicate where fangs would be]

Think she might be one?

I didn't notice.

[seems kinda irked about this '-']

If she is, it's not a problem [pointed comment . . .] though we will have to figure out how to balance . . . things, between she and I, as it were.

. . . thank you, Bond.

Welcome.

But I didn't say it was a problem just--

[kids are injured and we have two sick ninjas and a plastic man... suddenly, it's a good thing that I didn't go to the game and still 8(]

New girl just has to know about it, she seemed pretty hungry but didn't know what for, I think?

... speaking of which, you still eat normal food or strictly liquid diet?

I still eat. Just not much. I haven't checked how long I can go without.

. . . I'll talk to Swift.

We're not gonna push it to find that out.

[since berserking is a NO]

Yes, yes.

[so helping out with the fixing kids up and some cuddletimes more than likely...]

[man it's kinda . . . weird when the doctor is a vampire '-']

[... yeah, this is a terrible idea. definitely need to get that mission out of the way so Persephone can help with the healing things...]

[IT'S USUALLY FINE! I AM STILL DOING A GOOD JOB . . .]

[still keeping an eye on you and will pull you away for nom times if needed 8|]

[yyyyeah let's go to the kitchen to . . . talk. swaying a little, pale]

[yep, taking off jacket as he goes and once in a good spot, sitting/leaning on a counter and wordlessly holding out his arm]

[curling his fingers around Dean's wrist, nails elongating into sharp claws]

[jesus. tensing but other hand is gripping counter to keeeeep himself from reacting in response to hunter instincts]

[huffs a little laugh, bowing his head so he doesn't have to look at him]

[not funny, dude.

just remembering to breathe here]

[I think it's pretty funny]

[pulling back well before Dean would start to get dizzy, taking a steadying breath of his own]

[okay. and. going to get something to wrap his arm in, a little bit sluggish but nothing too bad]

[another deep breath, looking much better]

Thank you.

. . . was Swift what you had wanted to talk about, or—?

[wraaaaapping his arm and not looking at]

Nah, actually... has to do with me.

Let's hear it, then.

... so something I remember before Foreman... s'why I keep saying I'm a ticking timebomb, y'know. And since not telling y'all would make me a goddamned hypocrite...

Gonna start with you here. Figure out how to tell the others...