murderbirdy | in the dark I see you

in the dark I see you

[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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Wha--hey!

[TRYING TO SNATCH THEM BACK she's...very fast, but probably not fast enough to catch him.]

Right about what?

Like nearly every other girl doing the nerdy artiste look, albeit an incredibly fashionable version.... you actually look cuter with your glasses off.

[He chuckles and holds them back out.]

Which says something, given you're already quite cute.

[Taking them, and grumbling, but that one landed it's target, she actually flushes some.]

If you wanted them off, you could have asked. Unlike most rocking this look, I actually need those to see.

[GRUMP GRUMP right getting her shit back together. Birdy doesn't like being caught off-guard. :T]

Oho... vulnerable about it too. Don't worry, though, I've no intention of taking them again now that you've said that.

[He will help by unbuttoning his top; strangely, those front buttons basically are the structural integrity for the shirt he was wearing, since the back is so heavily tailored, and he'll kind of unwind it?]

More accurate measurements, perhaps?

...I'll accept this apology.

[Right. That is a hot boy's bare chest in front of her. And she does produce that tape measure again but, yeah, she's doing this mostly by touch. This will mean more feather ruffling because of course it will.]

I wouldn't have expected you to be so...soft.

[He chuckles a bit, but she gets a few chirps from playing with his feathers. He does seem to like he feeling his chest and wings up some.]

Well, what can I say? I take care of myself, Marie.

[Chirps mean more pets for birdy. She can't help it, that reaction is...really kinda cute coming from Kiran.]

Which is why you hang around the most dangerous parts of the city unarmed?

[Marie, so did you.]

[He chuckles a bit at her ruffling them that much.]

Skills most people wouldn't believe. But your father's an inheritor, like my mother... and I can feel the power off your hands. You and I are awfully similar, then.

So it'd seem...

[Well, then. She's letting her hands rest, right on his chest.]

..Hmm. Lean down a little, if you would?

[This turn of events amuses him, but he will be glad to just do what she asks and lean in.]

Yes, Marie?

You need to take your pants off if I'm going to get your inseam.

[Marie. Marie don't purr that in someone's ear. Marie please.]

If you wish for me to strip down to my underwear that badly, Marie, I'm going to want some reciprocation.

[Though honestly, no matter how hard he grins he can't hide that that did make him flush a bit.]

[She grins a little--that flush is what she was after.]

That's a fair offer...so be it.

[Right, then, backing up a little and...um. That's...that's a striptease. How she manages to make taking off shitkicker doomboots sexy is probably best left unanswered.

She's leaving the thigh-highs on. We assume she got some personality traits from her father in there, we swear. Anyway, there you go, hot bird, lacy underwear, totally cool with this.]

Satisfied?

Never. But you did you keep your end of the bargain.

[He does not striptease. It's already kind of ridiculous. Also he's only wearing a pair of loafers and a nice pair of slacks, so it would be a very short show. But there. A pair of black briefs that fit surprisingly snug on him.]

You may take measurements as you see fit.

[Well, then. Look, the thing about these kinds of measurements is that there's a lot of, uh. Kind of invasive measurements to take okay look she is up in his grill and probably had to cop a feel while she was doing this, have fun, Kiran.]

Patience, patience~ It will be worth it.

[He is pretty sure this was just an excuse to feel him up, yes. And of course he's in incredible shape. He can fly! That's strenuous physical activity! And he does it all the time!]

I should hope so.

You don't have to hope. I do intend to prove it.

[She is going to take some notes down, first, though. This is too important to just trust to remembering it, especially given she is heavily implying she's going to try and fuck that hot birdboy senseless. This does mean she turned away and is bent over a little to write on something.]

It'd be a waste to bring you all the way here and not, really.

[Look, she turned around and bent over, she had to kind of expect that he was going to slap her ass in response to that. I mean seriously, he's been kind of a shit since the word go.]

Securing repeat performance, I see?

[She jumps and beeps, because she does not usually be the one getting ass-slapped, as it were. This does mean she's going to just...look at him, for a moment.]

Well, there's the fittings to consider, aren't there? And of course, any craftswoman hopes to have repeat business...

[Marie that wasn't what he meant and you know it.]

Of course. Fittings, other outfits, alterations of things I'm given by other people... You could be a very busy craftswoman. I could positively just wear. You. Out.

[It's fine, he can work with a metaphor here.]

That's quite an offer you're making, isn't it, Kiran...and so quickly! I can't say I expected that.

[She laughs, though, and just...wanders right back up into his bubble. Maybe reach up for some facetouching.]

But if what you're suggesting is to see where this goes...well, why not?

[He has good skin. Not as soft as his wings but obviously this is a guy who cares a lot about his appearances.]

Well, what can I say? I rather appreciate the entrepreneurial spirit you've been showing? And a craftswoman who hears requests isn't so common...

I'm not arguing it, believe me...It's more than flattering. I'm just a little surprised. You're not what I expected, I'll say that much.

[Just. leaning up so she's just barely not kissing him, because there is clearly a game here in seeing who makes that move first.]

I could get to like being wrong like this...

[He'll grin a bit at that response, and he doesn't reach out and touch her, just consider her when they're both so close it's almost more difficult not to accidentally touch.]

I'm glad you find it so hard to predict. It's a sign I'm doing this correctly. Now, why don't you go take off those glasses before something happens to them, Marie~?

Since you asked so nicely...

[Glasses off, into a case she'd apparently grabbed off the desk when she turned around, case set aside. He can probably tell, like this, she's effectively blind without them. Finding where he is is probably only easy by virtue of him being a big buff birddude.]

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