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[featherbeaned]

We could pop to the shops. Alch's got some good tops with gaps for wings, for W, y'know.

[ Rests her chin in her hands ]

[at_heart]

[ ...hmmmmmm. ] [ Please enjoy this very tiny thinking pose. ]

That could work. I'm torn between feeling like, I definitely shouldn't get any clothes that're gonna look weird when I don't have wings... and feeling like maybe I should stock up, since people keep ending up with 'em.

[ He could get a Corruption (TM) tomorrow in the form of wings. ]

[featherbeaned]

Just be like me, buy all the clothes all the time. 'sides, you are right; you'll get wings again sometime down the line.

Wanna sit on my shoulder?

[at_heart]

[ Faster if his player can swing it, this is a good look for him. ]

Yeah, that’d be great.

[ He says it easily enough, but his tail is lashing a little from nerves. She is So Big and she’s going to pick him up......... ]

[featherbeaned]

[ Lowers a hand, setting it down slow and careful a few inches away from him so it isn't like, suddenly a giant hand in his face. ]

Climb aboard!

[at_heart]

[ ...Aww, that's really thoughtful. It makes his tail settle slowly. Then he steps onto her palm and takes a seat, holding on. ]

Beep beep?

[featherbeaned]

Beep beep! [ She says, and proceeds to make actual literal, perfect in every way albeit lower in volume, "forklift truck in operation" sounds ]

[ Lifts him gently up to her shoulder ]

Hop on.

[ This close to her neck and hair, her s'mores-y, mocha-y, campfire-y scent is probably more obvious than ever. ]

You can hang onto my hair if you need to.

[at_heart]

[ omg Tea ] [ He is snickering by the time he's all the way up to her shoulder, but he jumps and lands lightly on her shoulder, and — whoa. Very carefully takes hold of some of her hair. A crooked smile at her. ]

...Weird to say you smell nice?

[featherbeaned]

Pff. Nah. C used to stick his whole face in my hair sometimes. [ spoken with much fondness; she misses her gremlin child. ]

[ Folds his clothes and tucks them carefully away into one of her pockets. ]

The scent's a dragon thing.

[at_heart]

[ Is this maybe the first time he's ever heard of C doing anything he could understand?? ]

Well, you smell like chocolate, so I don't blame him.

[ Oh— ]

Sorry, can you get my phone, too? ...Maybe shrink it?

[featherbeaned]

Correction! Chocolate smells like me!

[ She'll shrink his phone down too, though, and vvvvvery delicately pick it up to offer it to him on the tip of her finger. ]

[at_heart]

[ ...This is kind of the cutest thing that's ever happened to him, and Lupine does not know how to feel about that. Takes the tiny (but, from his perspective, now normally-sized) phone and pockets it. ]

Tea-flavored chocolate makes me think something very different, but I'll keep that in mind. [ Smallest beat: ] Thanks.

[ Did he mention, by the way, that he currently sheds sparkles every time he moves. The whole effect is very 'slightly evil Tinkerbell'. ]

—And, uh. Groceries? If it's not too much of a hassle. I can keep it to the emergency items.

[ Stuff like milk, which they definitely need more of today. ]