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

( ok that's p.bad and also telling, shell have standards!! )

I'm quite certain you already are. Please be kind to yourself and don't call yourself a burden.

And it's perfect! I'll see you soon.

( The pin arrived with (what she assumes is) accurate info and he's truly not too far away; it's only some fifteen minutes later she's knocking lightly at his door, having to bring something, so there's a throw blanket wrapped in a ribbon. Probably one of hers, but she can always replace them— or Dante will gift her more, when he's in his moods. )

[ oh, oh no... he won't have the heart to tell her that blankets are pointless to someone who can't feel cold...

his whole being seems to light up when he opens the door to greet her, though ]

You made it! I'm so happy! [ then a worried look crosses his face. ] Come in! I'm sorry that I still don't know how to make human food; I know I should offer you something.

--What should I call you? Doctor? Angela? Angie? Is there something better?

( IT'S OK AT LEAST IT WILL LOOK NICE... or feel nice on his skin. Look!! It's sherpa!! Very fluffy. When he opens the door and lights up so completely and immediately, though, her smile warms to match it and... well.

He invites her in, so she steps inside so he can close the door, and then she's holding her arm out to him for a hug. It will give him the chroma boost and feel lovely for them both, of course, but it's also gratitude for caring for her so very deeply even if she no longer seemed to know who he was. )

It's quite all right, Shell, thank you for having me over. I've already eaten so you don't have to worry about taking care of me. And Angie is perfectly fine, or Angela if it feels too friendly; I don't much like being referred to by a title outside of a professional environment. How have you been settling in, here?

Once you've been to one world, you've been to them all, I think. [ As for how he's settling in, that is. ] Thank you. You've been nothing but kind even though I've been nothing but a nuisance.

[ When they hug, it feels like his whole body is on fire with something magical. ]

Is this... What it's supposed to feel like?

I take it that's a good sign, then. I think I've found this place to be significantly different from the world I know. Plants didn't make a habit of trying to eat you where I came from, nor did we have cults of foxes trying to harvest life energy, or dragons. It's been quite unique.

Compared to all that, you've been an angel.

( And he accepts the hug which naturally earns him the stroke of her hands over his back and a gentle squeeze, stars under her skin with the pleasant twinkling of chroma singing along her nerves— and she didn't think it'd be his first experience with it. But here they are. He'll hear the smile in her voice when she answers. )

That depends; what does it feel like?

Like-- [ Like submitting feels. Free. ] Like magic, I think. I don't know anything about it -- magic, I mean -- but I think... I think this is what it would be. It feels like I'm flying. Does it feel like that for you, too, Angie...?

( He's so cute at every turn, what is she to do with you??? )

It is rather magical, isn't it? I think it's a bit different for everyone. I feel it like a shimmer along my nerves. A warmth. It spreads in a wave from wherever I touch someone and seeps in deeper.

It sticks with me for a while even after. It's very pleasant.

[ he suddenly feels small in the presence of someone who's learned to own that magical sensation. ]

If you ever want to do it again-- Just a hug-- I would share this feeling with you any time.

I'm sorry. We're still practically strangers.

( 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? )

[ 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!

( 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.

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

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digs up old notification with a hint of mortification

shhhhh they hugge, it ok

HUGGE....

BIGGE HUGGE

BIGGE HUEGE

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

yes it is

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