#vernierburnpit
Tankguts' proximity to defunct repair silos and biological detritus makes for ingenuity in every citizen, Bone-Walker or no.
Most of their economic zeal comes from their vast network of repurposed goods.
.......if only they'd not be contracted as frequently.
" Mnn ..-
If you do .. Cook me ..
'zen .. Make me good .. I want..โ
I want to be your best dish .. "
She'd admit, looking away from them for a moment .. Wings fluttering behind her.
Another pathetic whine came from the doe as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes ..
She didn't hate this, goodness no.
It's how much she's enjoying this, is what's making her cry.
And the best part?
She can't tell if they're being serious, or playing into her fantasies. +
"Who knows. Maybe you should ask your friends how much I truly mean."
He now gently presses that cold steel to her stomach. His teases continue, slowly tracing a heart into her midsection as those hidden mandible click in delight.
"... If I let you see them again. โก"
@CURSEDN1GHTMARE " . . . "
She's very tempted to say yes.
But in a literal senseโshe doesn't think she could stomach eating someone else.
" Maybe .. not today. Oui? "
@CURSEDN1GHTMARE " Ah, it's fine .. Don't deal with 'er, ouiโ? "
Cue a slight blush on her face, following their words.
" Make me lunch?
. . Or make /me/ lunch ..? "
She had thighs, that's for certain. What she lacked in breasts, she made up for in her lower half.
And it seems like they're in the mood for thighs, tonight. โก
She felt like she was a slab of meat on a hook. Exhilarating. Exciting .
" G-Gods .. Hahh ..
You wouldn't, right? "
"I could make a nice stir-fry with this."
The clever moves before its flat side was patted against her thigh. He continues to look her over more, analyzing the poor researcher like meat fresh for the slaughter.
Silhouette.
" . . Noelle?? "
She called out to the pained doe, stepping closer. Wiping her glasses and face again. Shedding her lab coat; it's far too hot for that now.
Shedding that turtleneck too, as she grew closer, now in her tank top and work pants ..โ
It hurt to breathe.
In some patches, of course. Some patches, where the pockets were less dense, she could see betterโby only a sliver of improvement, before moving back into a thicker patch of green sir.
But in the thicker, hotter patches, she felt incredibly hot. She was +
Approach, her head throbbing, hand on her forehead, another on her chest, trying to keep her breathing steady, and yet.. she seems to be in pain.
What an anomaly today. How very, very interesting.
The cries grew louder as she stepped closer. She followed the cries, and the intensity of the reverberations of her slamming .. Something.
She peered through the haze. Stepping into hot patches, then hotter patches, and back to hot patches again ..
Then, she made out a +