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Okay, she doesn't mind people taking the stew. That's what it's there for!

She's... rather uncomfortable with people taking her feathers, though. Those have to be gifted from her and only from her.

But whoever took her knife and recording microphone?

Fuck you. The knife was a gift and that microphone was expensive.

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i love cold room and lots of blanket

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"i would die for you" this, "i would kill for you" that. what about "i would live for you" what about i would smile for you, find joy in small things for you, i would endure, hope, survive, thrive for you. i would dive head first into this unknown, terrifying inkwell known as existence for you.

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made that horror/experiment oc over here

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STIM - aesthechic.art

Credit if used.

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a small pot of vibrant and glittery iridescent blue eyeshadow is tossed senja's way. the colour made them think of her, but they aren't about to openly admit to that.

Give my muse an item, see how they react. || Accepting!

The glint of the container caught her eye first, of course. Her head turned quick enough that she was able to fumble-catch the small jar-- and her face positively lit up when she saw what it was. She wasted no time opening it and smudging a little between her fingertips. One could almost see her pupils get bigger as she watched the shimmer of the makeup.

But she was quick to mostly snap herself out of it and smile over at them. (If it were anyone else, she'd hug them--)

"I love this, thank you!" she chirped. The harpy paused, tapping her nails against the top of the container like she was considering something. "It doesn't have to be now, but... you're really, really good at doing makeup, do you think you could help me with this sometime? I'll buy you lunch as a thank you!"

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Bottle of rum fron Roderick lmafo

Give my muse an item, see how they react. || Accepting!

Senja took the bottle, tipping it up into the light overhead to see the color. She flashed a smile and turned to pluck something from a cabinet: a bottle of homemade spiced mead that she held out to him.

"Trade you?~"

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your teens are for learning how to rp and your twenties are for the trial and error of rping around a rotating door of some of the most bugfuck unstable people you have ever met and your thirties are for finding contentment rping with somewhere between three and ten people who all came out of it stronger together 🙏

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Give my muse an item, see how they react.

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No changes to the patterns were scratching that restless itch but I did get her wing claws more accurate to the thumb-and-forefinger look (grabby wing hands)

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She'd been too absorbed in scarfing down the soft organ in her hands as quickly as she could. Their sudden appearance and hesitant greeting had her feeling like ice water had been dumped over her head, and she froze, only turning her head enough to watch them out of the corner of her eye. Of all rooftops, Byan, why this one??

Her mind was scrambling and skipping, leaving too long of a panicked pause for any excuse she threw at them to seem believable. She turned further as they edged closer, clasping both bloodied hands over the half-eaten meat in her grasp. She'd put her wings away when she'd gotten up here, just to make her silhouette more subtle; now she wished she still had them out. They would make hiding easier. She swallowed hard.

"I'm f-- I'm fine. It's not mine. Someone, uh... wouldn't leave me alone and things got a little messy."

Like the mess of blood still on her mouth.

ㅤㅤ" —oh. uh. hhhey. "ㅤwhile running into senja on rooftops isn't uncommon and thus isn't all that much of a surprise... the glint of red which drips from her hands in thick droplets certainly is. she's holding something, that much they're sure of, but what it is... that's more up in the air. their immediate concern is that she's been hurt, but it's difficult to tell from this angle. stepping over the ledge, byan takes a couple slow steps closer, leaning to one side in an effort to get a better look, brows knitting together with worry that they'll surely try to brush off as mere confusion or curiosity if she prompts them about it later.

ㅤㅤ" you, uh. you good? that your blood, or 'm i missin' somethin'? "

⋆:°* ♡ @bluefeathrs ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

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"Um... no."

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"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"