[ well there's an entity above that has his number because Nero was the one that found him. and pushing her away isn't enough to get her to give him space, though does get her to dematerialize her sword. because once the initial adrenaline of 'something's yelling!!' has been redirected, it goes right into the mix of 'Robin hurt bad no' and 'WHAT'. ]
Then who did this!? Explain!
[ yelling solves all problems.
or at least goes to show just how responsive the ears are to short-range loud noises. pressing right flat against his skull as though trying to blend in with his hair. but he's right - the black tips are distinctly un-catlike, but just as soft as the rest of them when she pinches one in between her fingers. trying to move them around, inspect or tug them off; Nero fights against the reflexes that want them kept flush to his skull.
up close, Robin looks like shit. and it goes a way to stirring some sympathy out of her. there's a discomfort in her chest at the nasty wince curling back his features - wait no now it's just shock again because fuck he has fangs and oh no that's hot. sharp white canines are the thing that finally get her to let go of his ear, which immediately flops back into hiding.]
What manner of card game were you playing last night?!
[ nobody had said anything about animal transformation poker last night! Nero would have gone to that.
but then the tail makes an irritated shudder and like gold, her attention's all on that. picking up the white tip and -
- why is it so soft -!
truly like the furs she'd draped herself in while alive - bristly but velvety, demanding the attention of busy fingers.
but gods, he looks so miserably ill. Nero takes a spot on the floor beside him, crossing her legs and staring at his face. subtly different enough from the one she had come to know that it put a shiver in her spine. or maybe that was, in fact, the pointed teeth, which how would that feel if - Nero. focus. the hand she's not idly stroking the fluffy white part of the tail comes up to his face. it burns her, feverish almost, and then at parts clammy. not ill just miserably, miserably alcohol sick. and there's that discomfort in her chest again, more prominent than the shock. ]
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Then who did this!? Explain!
[ yelling solves all problems.
or at least goes to show just how responsive the ears are to short-range loud noises. pressing right flat against his skull as though trying to blend in with his hair. but he's right - the black tips are distinctly un-catlike, but just as soft as the rest of them when she pinches one in between her fingers. trying to move them around, inspect or tug them off; Nero fights against the reflexes that want them kept flush to his skull.
up close, Robin looks like shit. and it goes a way to stirring some sympathy out of her. there's a discomfort in her chest at the nasty wince curling back his features - wait no now it's just shock again because fuck he has fangs and oh no that's hot. sharp white canines are the thing that finally get her to let go of his ear, which immediately flops back into hiding.]
What manner of card game were you playing last night?!
[ nobody had said anything about animal transformation poker last night! Nero would have gone to that.
but then the tail makes an irritated shudder and like gold, her attention's all on that. picking up the white tip and -
- why is it so soft -!
truly like the furs she'd draped herself in while alive - bristly but velvety, demanding the attention of busy fingers.
but gods, he looks so miserably ill. Nero takes a spot on the floor beside him, crossing her legs and staring at his face. subtly different enough from the one she had come to know that it put a shiver in her spine. or maybe that was, in fact, the pointed teeth, which how would that feel if - Nero. focus. the hand she's not idly stroking the fluffy white part of the tail comes up to his face. it burns her, feverish almost, and then at parts clammy. not ill just miserably, miserably alcohol sick. and there's that discomfort in her chest again, more prominent than the shock. ]
Is there something that you need? Perhaps water?