" I mean this in no way that is hurtful darlin', but I need to watch you. You seem very accident prone, that and the fact I sometimes have to drag you kickin' an screamin' outta yer lab. "
here comes the purr rumblings. engine: on full blast! he rubs his face all over the others. he’d been in pseudo-hibernation for about two months. cold, a little sick, and hungry. poor thing.
@HisStolenFaces
practically shoving him over to lay across him. he feels colder than he usually does. sniffle. nose wiggle. he has a bit of a cold today.
temp pinned.
☆ lit. fandomless sci-fi oc.
☆ mdni. dark themes ahead.
☆ muse is transmasc. (he/they)
☆ ships w. chem. (pansexual)
☆ bio linked below! same with rules!!
☆ improved pinned at a later date. (waiting for comm'd art!!)
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From the bottle. Eyes trained on her like a hawk.
"I suppose it's my turn to ask then, correct? What are your prices, I'm aware of your... 'Services'. "
"If I recall, you mentioned what brought me here, yes? Well, to be entirely truthful. I needed a a drink, something that could kill an average person. This was the best I could think.."
He leaned over, palm against his cheek, indeed finger tapping. Another slow drink +
A pause, his eyes fixed on her.. Claws tapping against the table. A hand reached for a bottle, ignoring the shot glasses. Flicking off the cap and took a long quiet drink. A satisfied sigh left his lips before he jabbed a clawed finger at her.
In someone else's place of work... His tail coiled taut around the leg of the chair, eyes still refusing to meet her until she spoke.
"Hasn't anybody told you not to ask personal questions of a being over a million years old?"
He gently retratced his hand from her grip ascthey walked, one eye fixed on her, the others lazily looking around the place in mild interest. It looked nice, a bit on the extravagant side for his taste, but he knew better than to voice his opinions +