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[decisiveconquest]

My request is blunt and I ask for your forgiveness, however I have a goal in mind and said goal requires a great deal of Chroma. That being said...

(She reminds herself, though she can't imagine herself feeling warm again from anyone's touch, that this needn't be complicated. Hand holding will do, after all, unless someone desires more. At this point, she would do just about anything to keep herself busy and not alone.)

I am seeking partners.

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[decisiveconquest]

That must have been before I returned.

Did it have something to do with Dragons, by chance?

May I know your name?

[zunge]

It did. You were craving dragon wings.

Noiz.

[decisiveconquest]

Who could say no to those?

Hello, Noiz. How might we help one another? What are you willing to do?

[zunge]

I'll meet up with you at a location of your choice. Hugs and handholding aren't my thing; beyond that I'm open to most options.

[decisiveconquest]

I think a walk in the park would be nice since the rain has relented.

[zunge]

The one near [location] sounds convenient.

[decisiveconquest]

Doesn't it? I can be there in an hour.

[zunge]

Works for me. Look for a guy with piercings and rabbit ears.

(Action)

[decisiveconquest]

You shouldn't be hard to find. I imagine I will stand out too.

(An hour or so later she is wandering around said park in blue. Her thick hair is caught in a simple clasp, but there is simply no hiding the color of it as it shines.)

[zunge]

[It helps that he vaguely recalls what the person with her username looks like. She's made some video posts before. The woman in blue stands out against the fall colors everywhere else, the greens slowly turning to yellows and reds and browns. He approaches, keeping his stride even and smooth, bandage-covered hands shoved into his pants pockets. The rabbit ears jutting from his head are the same golden blond as his hair, though much of that (as well as his human ears) is hidden under a hair with slits at the top for the animal parts he's only had since half a year ago.]

Hey. What did you have in mind? What's on and off the table?

[He already stated his preferences, but any proper exchange in services, particularly of the moonlacing sort, require communication from both sides.]

[decisiveconquest]

(It is difficult to forget hair the color of silver and gold. She has quite a lot of it too, having let it grow since before she wed Khal Drogo. She is petite as well with soft curves that press against the material of her dress.

He makes her smile - the expression sudden and helpless. Those ears are fetching! She has the urge to run her hands along them.)

That depends on how well we get along, don't you think? I wouldn't want to force you or be forced myself.

(All the same, she holds out her hands for him to take. This is a simple way of generating Chroma.)

[zunge]

The moment one party rejects the contact it stops generating chroma. Forcing is a waste of everyone's time.

[Noiz could be a bit pushy at times, but his end goal was always to encourage the other party into definitively wanting it. Seeing the hand she holds out, he casually slips one bandaged hand out and reaches to grab hers. Both hands are wrapped in white bandages the same way some fighters in certain cultures might. Though that isn't his reason for doing so. He pulls her closer and starts looking around for a bench or some cozy spot under a tree.]

[decisiveconquest]

Then we understand one another. (There is no point if Chroma isn't being produced! Daenerys is an affectionate woman - or she used to be anyway - but this is for a goal; a purpose. Surely he has his own desires, too?

With their hands clasped, she tugs him to the nearest bench, taking a seat with a small smile.)

Have you always had the ears?

[zunge]

[His expression remains composed and neutral as he takes a seat beside her. The thin, slow pulse of chroma from their hands is warm and comfortable and present enough to build onto the barely-there pressure against his skin.]

No. They've been permanent for about half a year now.

[One of the many traits that have stuck with him now thanks to Dusklight Bracelet usage. There's no reason to believe she's referring to the ones under his hat, as they aren't visible.]

[decisiveconquest]

(She is careful when holding his hand, unsure if the bandages cover wounds. They must, she assumes, so her grip is barely there - more of a gentle press of fingers and palms.)

I think they are very fetching. (Somehow they suit him and the fur is such a lovely shade.) Are they sensitive to touch?

[zunge]

[If her grip is that light, it may surprise her that his in return is far more firm, even tight in pressure. The question is a difficult one to answer without creating more questions or revealing more details about himself than he would like. He leans forward and dips his head, as if offering the ears for petting.]

More than most places.