( closed-ish ) tawol athodu

[lucubrates]

Who: BOTW Zelda, Nier, some CR
When: Mareuer 7th
Where: The coven, Zelda's cabin
What: Bonding, knighting, Ser Nier
Warnings: n/a right now but I'll update if necessary!



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[coherer]

I'm only kidding, don't worry. Gotta' stick with tonight's theme.

(his only "duty" is to this cake, am i right. jonas eyes it and points, checking back on nier in a silent "can i?")

I've never met any princesses back home, so it's pretty easy for me to– not ignore it, but I guess... forget she is one? Not having any prior experience with friends helps, too. I think we're both bumbling around trying to get used to this kinda' thing. (he's glad nier seems ready to correct him, hoping he'll continue to do so in the future. he'd never want to accidentally hurt her feelings—or anyone else's for that matter—by using the wrong terms.)

It seems rough to go through the changes. Being a vampire, or other kind of Monster, must be hard. I'm glad you've been alright... that's all the reason behind it, actually. My friend keeps a bunch of rats, now.

[extirpator]

Oh! Right.

[ his expression is that of a dumbfounded dog’s. a real airhead, through and through. ]

She’s a princess, but it seems like she wants to be a normal girl too. There isn’t any difference between you two besides blood. One of my closest friends was a king, and all that separated was us how nice his house was. Ah...

What a nice bathtub...

[ anyways... ]

You’ll both get used to it. There are a lot of nice people here. I think they’ll like you, too. [ a lax smile as he slices a piece of cake, gesturing it towards him. ]

It’s been hard on some of us. Some of the natives here don’t...hm, like our kind? I’m fine with it — I go where I want to go...but it makes surviving harder for the others. Just make sure your friend hunts regularly. And if they need blood, I can give them my game too.

[coherer]

(accepting the cake with a quiet "thanks," brandishing one of the forks set aside.)

You're a tub man, huh? I respect that. There's nothing like a nice, long bath. (now that he's thinking about it that's all he wants to do, planning to soak later when he gets back to the cottage. as for kings, queens, princesses, and whatever other titles people like to sling around:) We've got royalty in our world, but they're kind of a joke now. It's super outdated.

I'll respect her position, but I'm not gonna' treat her any differently.

Just like I'm not gonna' treat any of you Monsters differently. (that's not his modus operandi, particularly fond of most of the ones he's met.) I'll let him know about your offers. I'm like, pretty sure he'll say no... but it's still super thoughtful of you. I can't imagine having to drink blood or, uh, not being able to eat your favourite foods anymore. Is there any way to make it taste good...?

Blood wine? Blood pudding? Blood... ice cubes?