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[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto Yuuki & others [closed]
*** This is for pre-plotted threads, but anyone is welcome to contact me if they would like a thread with Makoto! lazdo
When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren

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Rich is definitely not enjoying this "full moon" business. It's stupid and cliche. A typical horror movie trope that he and Jake would giggle about before a jumpscare made them both screech like children. It's too lame for him to even consider that due to the moon's phases, his monstrous form will start to reveal itself.

But of course, that's exactly what's happened.

He's made a quick exit from Connor's birthday, after some embarrassed apologies. Justine's healing has mainly mended the gash his talons tore into his cheek, but there's still dried blood on his shirt, and he can feel the bandage affixed to it start to soak up more blood as he moves around, and especially as his jaw aches with the weight of his growing canines. He should be trying to keep his mouth shut so he doesn't reopen the wound and just hurry home to rest, but he spots a familiar splash of blue in the evening, and he finds himself wandering over, worry winning out.

If Makoto was already sick before coming here, how much worse are his changes going?

"Makoto? It's late, man. Shouldn't you be inside?"

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It is late, but going home means putting himself in the vicinity of his friends, and he isn't willing to risk harming them, even in the incredibly minor ways that come with his first full moon. Instead, he's sitting on the stoop of a recently closed coffee shop, sipping a cup of steamed milk and anxiously pondering how much the taste isn't appealing to him.

He's about to get up and keep wandering the city when Rich appears. Immediately, he notices the blood on his shirt, although not entirely out of concern for him. His gaze lingers on the stain as he stands up.

"Rich, are you alright?" He shakes his head. "I'm fine. I've always been a night owl."

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Rich notes Makoto's staring, but he takes it as concern for his well being. Not that that's much better to him. He rolls his eyes and gives a smirk, waving a hand and then pointing at his face, plus the bandage over his cheek.

"Hey. My eyes are up here," he jokes. "I'm good too. Just a wild party, you know how it is. You look like the moon's hit you too, though."

He notes the eyes, and he thinks he can catch a glimpse of fangs when Makoto talks.

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"Hah. Funny," Makoto huffs, although the relief that comes from Rich's reassurance makes him smile. Relaxing, he slouches slightly and stuffs his hands into the large pockets of his cloak.

"Pretty brave for you to go to a party on the first full moon you're here, don't you think?" he asks cooly, intending to probe for information without asking directly. He doesn't see any differences to Rich on the outside at the moment, but...

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Makoto must be too far away to see the talons and teeth in the dark. Plus Rich isn't sure if any more scales have grown in, besides the ones starting to appear on his bandaged cheek. Still, Makoto might notice them as he moves a bit closer.

"Well, I didn't have any problems earlier, so I thought maybe I got lucky. Apparently not. Pulled a horror Cinderella come midnight... and pretty much clawed part of my cheek off. Heading home now."

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"So that's why you've got that bandage," Makoto says, nodding. That makes sense... although he immediately feels a burning need to know what monster he is.

"It's not going to leave a scar, is it? You've got enough of those as it is," he says with a playful smile. As he speaks, he steps forward, intending to get a better look at Rich's face - instead, he sees the glint of black clawed talons. Oh. Hmm. Chimera, maybe?

"I'll walk back with you if you want. Especially if you're drunk and just good at hiding it."

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"Nah, probably not." Rich offers a small snort at that. "If anything, it's just going to end up a scar on top of a scar, so is that really going to be noticeable?"

He smiles at Makoto's offer, even if he rolls his eyes a bit. "I don't really drink, actually. So if I'm drunk, I'll be as surprised as you are."

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"Really?" he hummed, somewhat impressed. It's not like he's some kind of party-crazy delinquent, but he'd accepted a few offered drinks from a certain drunkard monk in the past, and after the day he's had, he wouldn't turn it away now either.

"Huh. Well, I can still walk you back if you want. I'm probably about to go in the same direction to get home."

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Rich doesn't think he's very impressive. Avoiding alcohol seems like a pretty logical idea after... well, after all his respective baggage. He isn't going to use booze as a crutch. He's got other crutches, it seems.

"I wouldn't mind that. We can both make sure we make it back safe, right?"

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"Yeah," Makoto says with a nod. He and Rich walk for a short distance together in silence, their footsteps interrupting the mostly empty street around them.

"So, a party," he begins, trying to make conversation. "For what? And how'd it go?"

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"It was a friend's birthday." Is Connor a friend? It seems like he is now. Maybe they're getting to that point, after their shaky first meeting. Rich smiles wryly.

"Went well until the changes set in, I guess. I don't know what I am, but I've got scales, so. What about you? I can see your eyes are different."

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Scales - that's what Fuuka had earlier today, too. Makoto looks Rich over, openly trying to get a good look at the scales he's talking about. If they looked the same as Fuuka's, maybe they're the same monster. And if he experienced anything else, then maybe that'd be something Fuuka would have to deal with, too.

"My eyes, yeah," he says, still pondering his scales. "My meat cravings got even worse... they're really just blood cravings, like I expected. But I managed not to bite any humans. That's a victory."

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Most of the scales are covered by the bandage, but there are a few orange and red ones slowing covering the scar that moves up his neck. They likely seem drier than merrow scales, though.

Rich raises an eyebrow. "Blood cravings? Like a vampire, huh? You good now? I hope you got something to tide you over..."

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Rich's scales aren't the same color as Fuuka's, but they look similar, and he has some on his neck just like her.

"I did," he says quickly, hoping to relieve any fear he has without having to explain what he tided himself over with. "But yeah, vampire confirmed. I don't know whether I should be relieved or upset." Probably relieved, but the craving has been worse than he'd expected so far.

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Rich isn't afraid exactly... If he had to say he was anything, he thinks he's more curious about the changes Makoto is going through.

"Well, I'm glad if the cravings are gone." It feels weird to mention that he could help when it seems that Makoto has already dealt with it. "It's better than a lot of things you could have turned out to be."