first text; looking for a good time in all the wrong places

[toservehuman]

before we go on our big adventure...
does anyone know where i can buy a whip?

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is that shell's pimp name, Big Huge? to make up for how small he feels?

[cadeuces]

( No feeling small!! He's only just arrived; she's had months to grow used to it and appreciate it, that warmth and that satisfying prickle of sensation. It's still novel to him but he'll settle in with it eventually. It never quite gets old or commonplace, but it does become accepted. Normal.

And his offer to share in it again has her laughing and shaking her head to the apology that follows, offering him her arms again. She knows he didn't mean right this instant, but still. )

There's no need to apologize; we've met now, and I hug strangers without thought as it is. I'll always gladly hug a friend. The contact helps everyone here, as well. I feel better knowing they won't need to worry for some time after.

( The energy it generates goes straight to the world around them, and in exchange, the Prismals compensate them financially. And the energy keeps their own levels steady; fall short, and they begin to crystallize. It's awful, and painful, and she wishes it on no one. Allow her the peace of mind to know he'll be all right for a few more days and have money for food with another hug. Because they're friends now. Hadn't she said? )

yes it is

[toservehuman]

[ he's going to become a hug slut very quickly. with a laugh, he drops the blanket on a nearby chair and throws himself into angela's arms. ]

It's so good to have you back! Even if you don't remember, it's still you.

[ friends, indeed! god, he's never had friends before lagunbiru if you don't count reign, and it feels better than moonlacing to know that there are people looking out for him, people who he can look out for-- ]

I'm the luckiest guy in Lunatia!

[cadeuces]

( Oh he's practically leaping at her THINK QUICK ANGE!!! The blanket gets dropped and she uses his momentum to squeeze and pick him up, just an inch or two, twisting— just a little bit of a spin so he didn't outright knock her over, redirecting his inertia and beaming for it even so, setting him down with care. How exactly does one respond to that? "It's nice to meet you"? )

Well, I should hope I'm still me; I'd be worried if someone else were wandering about with my face.

( She'd understand the feeling. She's much the same in her priorities, more comfortable in this place knowing she can keep an eye on others and know others are keeping an eye on her, in case anything happens. His exclamation gets an easy laugh from her and another squeeze, rocking him as her weight shifts one foot to the other, one hand slipping up to stroke over his hair. )

I'm quite lucky myself, you know. To have someone to care about me this much.