in the dark I see you

[murderbirdy]

[The southern city, late afternoon. Time doesn't change a place like this; it's as hedonistic and rough-and-tumble in parts as it ever was. And of course, the seedier places of the city thrive in the shadow of all that glitter and glam; a curious girl who grew up on stories might find herself enticed by that sort of place.

Which is why this particular raven has done exactly that. And for a fashion-conscious girl, she walks through the streets with the confidence of someone who fears nothing.

It's going to get her in trouble. Someone might want to intervene.]

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[murderbirdy]

[...There was an almost visible perk when he mentioned 'lab'. Nerd sense tingling. But she's going to keep fingercombing through his feathers, straightening out any of them that got mussed in that whole sex thing. You gon' get preened, Kiran.]

If anyone would know...that'd be somewhere to start.

[nogooddecisions]

[She gets bird chirps out of him for that! He seems to enjoy this preening immensely! She's getting face stroked for it.]

Well, no promises...

[murderbirdy]

[She's going to bump her forehead to his, and smiling pretty broadly. Oh no, the chirps are cute.]

You don't have to promise me anything. That you'd offer to try is already sweet...

[nogooddecisions]

Well, it is an offer, nothing more. This might be a dead end. I'm just curious... how has it changed you?

[Stroking a hand along her face if she's going to be like that.]

[murderbirdy]

It's part of why I'm blind but...I suppose I could show you.

...You'll have to let me up, though, I'm not washing this out of my sheets.

[nogooddecisions]

Very well.

[Okay letting her go, arms and wings and all.]

[murderbirdy]

[She's standing up and a little away from the bed, and just...inhale. Exhale. Start drawing in mana. The mark spreads, up her body, and at her hands and feet, her skin darkens and takes on a shiny cast, like it's hardened, and she's grown feathers and some wicked talons out of her fingers holy shit. Her eyes are glowing and her sclera are starting to darken.

That uh. That's fucking horrifying. Even her voice has an odd, echoing cast to it.]

...Like this.

[nogooddecisions]

[So you're fucking the antichrist: a guidebook.]

Well. That is peculiar.

[murderbirdy]

[No, that's technically her cousin.]

A hell of a surprise when I turned 13, let me tell you.

[Puberty fucking sucks, broski. Anyway, she's letting it fade, although it seems the reversal takes a lot more effort, and then wobbling a little on her feet.]

[nogooddecisions]

[He glances over at her.]

Do be careful, won't you?

[murderbirdy]

I am the very soul of caution.

[Marie, don't lie, you'll get hit by lightning.. But, she's getting her glasses...and absolutely none of her other clothes, and wandering back over to the bed.]

So, now what shall we do?

[nogooddecisions]

What do you feel like?

[He has to shift his posture some around for how he was sitting on the bed to put his wings back folded right. Mom said there would be says like this.]

[murderbirdy]

[Well, she's going to fingercomb his hair now. Maybe kind of muss it into a style and then put it back. It's a mystery.]

Well, I figure, either we make the effort to put clothes back on and get out of here before Mom realizes I haven't just kicked you back out and tries to convince you to work in the bar, or we resign ourselves to nakedness, and not really leaving this room for the rest of the afternoon until somebody decides to feed us.

Your choice.

[nogooddecisions]

[He might just start hanging around more not even for the sex but for the fact that she keeps preening him constantly.]

I don't see us getting dressed any time soon.

[murderbirdy]

[It is clearly the way to any giant birb's heart: preening.]

Well, then.

[Crawling onto the bed next to him so she can properly cuddle him.]

[nogooddecisions]

[What if he just strokes a hand through her hair? What if he starts to counterpreen the smaller, curvier birb?]

Do you have a problem with this? Would you like to get back dressed to get undressed again?

[murderbirdy]

[Then happy chirrups! Her hair is still ridiculously silky.]

Oh, I'm not complaining...the view is fantastic, like this.

[nogooddecisions]

Oh, fantastic then. I can't stand complainers... I would have had to have done something to shut you up, and quick.

[He chuckles, and rests his head atop hers.]

[murderbirdy]

...See, now I kind of want to complain to see what that might be.

[Grinning some, but she's nuzzling into his neck. Birb is comfy.]

[nogooddecisions]

I'll be sweet about it if you don't complain.

[He kisses into her hair if she's going to nuzzle into him like that.]

And if you do I really will make you beg.

[murderbirdy]

Ahahaha...

[She considers this. And presses a kiss under his jaw.]

I'll be good. Today.