(n.) 1. a fire-breathing monster with a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and a serpent’s tail. 2. An organism containing a mixture of genes from different species.
@DivineFlight *Filled with warm and it might just be endotherm-on-endotherm bodily contact but no, she thinks there's something else, something she only feels with Jeanne-Marie and it's very, very nice. The purring ratchets up a notch. Somewhat shyly, she finds the other girl's hand*
@DivineFlight *Shifts something in her throat, so she can answer without words, her chest beginning to rumble, the soft noise filling the air. There. That's better*
@DivineFlight *Thoughts spill into the bottom of her throat, but she can't pick out the words to say, and it all just sort of jams. Normally this is frustrating, but it doesn't bother her so much with Jeanne-Marie. She answers with a softer smile instead, and rests her head on the other >
@BulletTimeBaby@Fscinated *He's not the only one with weird reactions. Chimera makes a scrunched-up face but also a weird short laugh when the head starts scurrying across the floor. Nope. Cool, though. But nope*
@Fscinated@BulletTimeBaby *Fortunately she doesn't particularly identify with the shapeshifting alien, just thinks it has some neat ideas. Like teeth in weird places! Never thought she's see someone get his arms bitten off by a ribcage before. That one actually makes her jump*
@BulletTimeBaby@Fscinated *She watches intently but quietly through the first part, until the first transformation - poor dog, but WOW. Eyes like saucers, half-eaten popcorn bag dropping to the floor*
@Fscinated@BulletTimeBaby *Glances between them - Hank seems to think it's a good idea, too - and shrug-nods. Cool. Let's have it. And another bag of popcorn*
@DivineFlight *Holds on to her hand like a child holding the string of a balloon, that laugh bursting free as a joyous yell of delight and, oddly, triumph*
@DivineFlight *Chimera has the impression for a second that Jeanne-Marie's feet are just barely touching the ground, her footsteps lighter, like a bird's. She doesn't say anything, but keeps running, heart leaping like a hare in her chest, an odd giddy feeling like a laugh trying to burst out*
@DivineFlight *Grins, teeth bright, and tugs gently to lead her off the path and into the light, open woodland, early autumn leaves now flying beneath their feet*
@DivineFlight *Run, run, embracing the wind and letting out a little laugh and a breathless "Sorry!" to a bird they disrupt at the edge of the path, as it takes off in a small explosion of feathers*