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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[this Asch can be found in a dark corner, very unhappy. So unhappy to the point this Asch is snarling and has arms over chest. A very ample chest. And very ample fangs.] I had thought this was over. [she's lisping, btw, due to the length of her fangs]

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[prismshards]

[ On his journey to explore new and undiscovered places - to him anyways - Luke spots something in the far corner of a room and stops to watch the movement for a minute, munching on an apple. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[lifts her head, sniffing] Ah.

[prismshards]

Eh? [ It almost sounded as though a voice came from over there. But that's silly; why would some park their ass all the way in the corner of a dark room? ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[slithers upright, coming closer] Luke.

[prismshards]

Holy sh-- [ Does this amusing flail-dance, backing away in record time and coming close to chucking his apple before recognizing the voice. ] ...Asch?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Luke. I need clothing.

[prismshards]

What do you need clothes for? Aren't you wearing something?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

They're... inadequate. I need something more substantial. [lisp lisp lisp]

[prismshards]

It's not that cold out you know. [ Not one part of this was making any sense. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[grabs him and pulls him into the darkness, lips and fangs near his ear] I find this will not work for me, and I refuse to go out with my shirt stretched this tightly.

[prismshards]

[ A startled noise escapes from him when he stumbles, thrown off balance by the pull. ] What're you talking about? There was nothing wrong with your shirt the other day. [ If it weren't so dark, he might have been able to make out her changed form. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I also wasn't in the wrong gender then.

[prismshards]

How can you be the wrong- ...oh, I think I get it. [ Luke attempts to wiggle his way free. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[licks his neck, then lets him go]

[prismshards]

Wh.. what was that for?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... my self control is a little fractured.

[prismshards]

Sheesh. No wonder Guy thinks girls are scary.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shoves him up against the wall, crossing into the light to show ye ol' long ass fangs] I am not used to these thoughts and I am rather unhappy about this. I wouldn't force it.

[prismshards]

[ Stares at 'her' for several minutes with wide eyes, looking her over. ] I kinda figured you were pissed.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... [lets him go, eyes wide]

[prismshards]

[ Stays right there, engaging her in a staring contest of sorts until he remembers the apple and dusts it off, taking another bite. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[goes to disappear back into the shadows] My control is gone. Unless you wish to be bitten, I don't suggest staying.

[prismshards]

[ Frowns, looking about. ] That would mean you might go after someone else though, right?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

The change... made me rather hungry.

[prismshards]

If you sit waiting in the dark like you did, you'll scare the crap out of someone passing through.