[ at least he didn't say "i'm coming". but he does strip down before going to the kitchen... sighs... it's not even a shamelessness thing for him. kaiser just has a certain amount of indifference towards his own body. it's a wretched yet useful vessel that he has been forced to live in... ]
( here's nala trotting over a little enthusiastic about their exchange, she doesn't seem embarrassed about his body at all. rather, she's walking over to the sink to turn the knob making sure the temperature is lukewarm. nothing to scald his scalp when she has to place him under. )
You always ask such interesting things, I never understand your curiosity.
[ he'll pull a chair up to the sink... he's a tall boy, it'll be easier if he sits first. also, kaiser thinks his intellectual curiosity should be encouraged, actually, so he's wrinkling his nose at that comment. she don't have to understand! just answer! ]
I've never had a pet before. How should I treat them?
( if you count the chickens, she ate those because that was food, but she's had her own humans that she enjoyed taking care of. do people love and take care of their pets? )
When it's you, I want to make sure you're happy much like I am.
( scripted, but once she finds something that she likes then that's all there is to it. once behind him, she places her index finger against his shoulder and trace the tip of her nail down the skin to see how sensitive his back is. )
Ah... with affection but good discipline, I suppose. [ don't ask him, kaiser is a bad pet owner. ] I'm not interested in being a pet, though.
[ he might be interested in being worse, though. but putting that aside, kaiser doesn't react much to the touch because he can more or less anticipate it's coming — he's a little tense, but it's in the sense of somebody preparing to have to act. he rolls his shoulder back slightly and leans in the direction of the touch, tilting his head forwards as well. ]
...Humans are scary sometimes. I don't know what intentions you have.
( the past is the past, but humans are still the individuals who have ruined her life and led her here. there are arcanists who wish for power just by having her toy, but she's not sure what kaiser wants completely. her gloved hands run through his hair to check for any knots or chances of matting, but her chest presses against his back as she does so. )
What are you interested in being?
( this is about their relationship, isn't it? or maybe in general since he asked what does she see humans as. there are some she wishes she could help, but with her own freedom outside of her hands, there's not much she can do. )
With me, we can be together if that's what you desire.
[ those were her snacks, not her pets. also, kaiser doesn't like humans either, so join the club! ]
... What a question. Hmm. [ he closes his eyes and lets nala do as she wants with his hair... he takes good care of it, so there are no split ends or any other signs of damage. the texture is an odd but pleasant mix of fluffy and silky. ] I want to be like a thorny rose... metaphorically.
[ something beautiful that hurts everybody who wants to get too close to him. something with a strong presence that everybody acknowledges just by looking, but still soft and fragile in places. ]
( nala can appreciate the fluffiness, but her true gripe comes from if he's able to do this much, does he really need her assistance? unless this is his way of asking for her attention? what a rose he is, difficult, but high maintenance as always. )
You're a pretty tasty snack, but my appetite always remained once I ate a few of you. A bloody mouth, leftover thorns between my teeth.
( on purpose, she scratches at his scalp a little more to distract him before biting at his shoulder really, really hard. fangs puncture the skin to cause blood to rise from underneath the flesh, and stains the skin. )
Then eat something el— [ that's all he gets out before nala bites him. he makes a sound that suggests pain, but it's more like the sound an animal would make than a human being.
but he doesn't push back; instinctively, he knows that would probably only make it worse, might cause her to either intentionally or unintentionally rip the flesh out of him entirely. he needs that... instead, he stills, almost unnaturally so. it's not a prey going limp, but the action of something that knows how to imitate a weaker thing.
his next words come out something like a hiss: ] ... Happy now?
she doesn't need him telling her what to eat, nor is she going to rip the skim when she bites on him. this is a testament to that all those thorny roses she may have indulged in when she couldn't properly feed means she's better off biting him than it.
as simple as she is to some things, his reaction is second nature to her, a succubus would know better. is she proud of how he reacts to her, it's nothing to vocalize, but what she does do is withdraw herself and tilt his head underneath the sink. warm water falls down on top of one place on his head before it splits left, right, forward and curves around his neck.
whatever 37 said about the head being a circle. )
Was that supposed to make me happy? I feel the same as when I came down here.
[ i think the question there is why would she want to be just like him. he has every mental illness.
also they could've been like nala and her special wilderness animation where she feeds the mangy street cat. why couldn't they be like that instead? ]
... Depends on who you ask. [ kaiser slumps back, body relaxing slightly. he does not care if he's bleeding out a little... that can be fixed... eventually. ] It wouldn't make me happy. If it did, then I don't care either, though.
[ do whatever girl... commit crimes... eat men... it's all valid! ]
( she doesn't want to be like him, she wants to see if he can hurt her. where are the thorns that will prick her mouth unless he is the mangy street cat that wants to play with her. )
...Do I not make you happy?
( now this is where he has the opportunity to make her happy or make her second guess what she's doing here.
as much as she wants to give her love, she doesn't want to make the same mistake that she had before. )
[ he knows he needs to approach these questions carefully, but he's also not going to overthink it too much. he is a freak and a weirdo at his core and he must embrace that part of him... ]
Those are two different questions. [ kaiser doesn't get happy about anything, so there's that... ] I care about you, in the sense that I want you to be well and do what fulfills you...
[ he sluggishly slaps his hand over the wound, applying pressure to stem the bleeding. this is not exactly sanitary, but whatever, if it doesn't kill him, then it'll make him stronger. ]
( - if it doesn't kill him, then it'll make him stronger.
and the same could be said about milk! )
I'll take care of you, it has to be easy... Hm.
( there's enough confidence in her voice as she leans to the side to look up at kaiser. as long as he doesn't seem to be crying this can go pretty well. moving closer to the sink, she turns the knob so water runs, and with the showerhead attached to the faucet, it makes this easier to actually do his hair.
she wouldn't put him in the position where he bumps his head under the faucet piece, i know that pain all too well. )
If you stay with me forever and ever... I think I will be well. I'd be sick without you.
[ the milk has already made him strong enough, at this point kaiser would just shrug and continue scrolling on his phone if somebody grabbed him by the pussy, isn't that mental strength? :/ ]
Won't you live much longer than me? You'll have to carry around my bones and ashes after I die. I give you permission, as long as I die a natural death.
[ he's okay with it... he has accepted his mortality, but has she? kaiser won't cry over a little pain and bleeding, so it's only fair if she does the same.
the angle is a little awkward, but kaiser doesn't mind either way — he stretches back, resting his neck against the edge of the sink to place his head over the sink as best as he can manage. he closes his eyes so that soap doesn't get into them, and his breathing slows slightly as the water runs through his hair. ]
( it's a quick swipe, her palm coming to the back of his head, and this is probably going to hurt considering she doesn't realize her strength sometimes. he won't die, but he might get a headache for making such a claim.
that isn't unfamiliar to her. )
Quit it.
( his words feel targeted, too catered to her own past that she removes herself from the situation. with a shake of her head, she'll repeat what he said to her before. )
You can read the directions on the back of the bottle.
( carrying bones, toting ashes, it's not like she doesn't, but sometimes there are things she likes to forget. the little connection she has the better she can find a place for herself, but the reminder clicks in her mind, and she grows fickle on wanting to do anything despite his head already leaning over the sink. )
[ it's alright, kaiser is used to getting hit on the head. he thinks people really don't appreciate enough how brain damaged he could've been? ]
You're being too rough with me...
[ his eyes are still closed, but he opens one of his eyes just a tiny bit. he knows he's upset her, and he did it on purpose, but he thinks he can make it better... perhaps! ]
... But I want you to do it for me. Won't you?
[ pwease? he's so cute. he's like a splintercat, he's adorable and she wants to train him with a 1.15x multiplier on efficiency. ]
( splintercat would never say that to her, it would just do a few cute tricks and go mind its business like most cats.
what is his game? she doesn't want to deal with him because she is too fickle much like her favored creatures. )
...
( it's called silent treatment, not only is it silent treatment, she's standing off to the side with her arms crossed over her chest, and pouting. offended, she's so offended he would do that to her, and yet her heart aches only very briefly. )
I won't.
( she doesn't have to give him anything when he's dead. )
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I want to look at you. It's not like I'm human anyway, it gives me free access!!
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are you saying that you think of this like how humans look at their pets without dressing them up...
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You want me to wash your hair, I wouldn't want to get your clothes wet.
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youre deflecting... answer the question...
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Strip down and be in the kitchen if you know what's good for you!
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i will take every piece of my clothing off, just so you know
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[ at least he didn't say "i'm coming". but he does strip down before going to the kitchen... sighs... it's not even a shamelessness thing for him. kaiser just has a certain amount of indifference towards his own body. it's a wretched yet useful vessel that he has been forced to live in... ]
Now answer my question...
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( here's nala trotting over a little enthusiastic about their exchange, she doesn't seem embarrassed about his body at all. rather, she's walking over to the sink to turn the knob making sure the temperature is lukewarm. nothing to scald his scalp when she has to place him under. )
You always ask such interesting things, I never understand your curiosity.
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[ he'll pull a chair up to the sink... he's a tall boy, it'll be easier if he sits first. also, kaiser thinks his intellectual curiosity should be encouraged, actually, so he's wrinkling his nose at that comment. she don't have to understand! just answer! ]
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( if you count the chickens, she ate those because that was food, but she's had her own humans that she enjoyed taking care of. do people love and take care of their pets? )
When it's you, I want to make sure you're happy much like I am.
( scripted, but once she finds something that she likes then that's all there is to it. once behind him, she places her index finger against his shoulder and trace the tip of her nail down the skin to see how sensitive his back is. )
Lean forward.
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Ah... with affection but good discipline, I suppose. [ don't ask him, kaiser is a bad pet owner. ] I'm not interested in being a pet, though.
[ he might be interested in being worse, though. but putting that aside, kaiser doesn't react much to the touch because he can more or less anticipate it's coming — he's a little tense, but it's in the sense of somebody preparing to have to act. he rolls his shoulder back slightly and leans in the direction of the touch, tilting his head forwards as well. ]
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...Humans are scary sometimes. I don't know what intentions you have.
( the past is the past, but humans are still the individuals who have ruined her life and led her here. there are arcanists who wish for power just by having her toy, but she's not sure what kaiser wants completely. her gloved hands run through his hair to check for any knots or chances of matting, but her chest presses against his back as she does so. )
What are you interested in being?
( this is about their relationship, isn't it? or maybe in general since he asked what does she see humans as. there are some she wishes she could help, but with her own freedom outside of her hands, there's not much she can do. )
With me, we can be together if that's what you desire.
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... What a question. Hmm. [ he closes his eyes and lets nala do as she wants with his hair... he takes good care of it, so there are no split ends or any other signs of damage. the texture is an odd but pleasant mix of fluffy and silky. ] I want to be like a thorny rose... metaphorically.
[ something beautiful that hurts everybody who wants to get too close to him. something with a strong presence that everybody acknowledges just by looking, but still soft and fragile in places. ]
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Is that so...
( nala can appreciate the fluffiness, but her true gripe comes from if he's able to do this much, does he really need her assistance? unless this is his way of asking for her attention? what a rose he is, difficult, but high maintenance as always. )
You're a pretty tasty snack, but my appetite always remained once I ate a few of you. A bloody mouth, leftover thorns between my teeth.
( on purpose, she scratches at his scalp a little more to distract him before biting at his shoulder really, really hard. fangs puncture the skin to cause blood to rise from underneath the flesh, and stains the skin. )
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Then eat something el— [ that's all he gets out before nala bites him. he makes a sound that suggests pain, but it's more like the sound an animal would make than a human being.
but he doesn't push back; instinctively, he knows that would probably only make it worse, might cause her to either intentionally or unintentionally rip the flesh out of him entirely. he needs that... instead, he stills, almost unnaturally so. it's not a prey going limp, but the action of something that knows how to imitate a weaker thing.
his next words come out something like a hiss: ] ... Happy now?
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she doesn't need him telling her what to eat, nor is she going to rip the skim when she bites on him. this is a testament to that all those thorny roses she may have indulged in when she couldn't properly feed means she's better off biting him than it.
as simple as she is to some things, his reaction is second nature to her, a succubus would know better. is she proud of how he reacts to her, it's nothing to vocalize, but what she does do is withdraw herself and tilt his head underneath the sink. warm water falls down on top of one place on his head before it splits left, right, forward and curves around his neck.
whatever 37 said about the head being a circle. )
Was that supposed to make me happy? I feel the same as when I came down here.
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also they could've been like nala and her special wilderness animation where she feeds the mangy street cat. why couldn't they be like that instead? ]
... Depends on who you ask. [ kaiser slumps back, body relaxing slightly. he does not care if he's bleeding out a little... that can be fixed... eventually. ] It wouldn't make me happy. If it did, then I don't care either, though.
[ do whatever girl... commit crimes... eat men... it's all valid! ]
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...Do I not make you happy?
( now this is where he has the opportunity to make her happy or make her second guess what she's doing here.
as much as she wants to give her love, she doesn't want to make the same mistake that she had before. )
Do you not care about me?
( even when she's doing his hair. )
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Those are two different questions. [ kaiser doesn't get happy about anything, so there's that... ] I care about you, in the sense that I want you to be well and do what fulfills you...
[ he sluggishly slaps his hand over the wound, applying pressure to stem the bleeding. this is not exactly sanitary, but whatever, if it doesn't kill him, then it'll make him stronger. ]
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and the same could be said about milk! )
I'll take care of you, it has to be easy... Hm.
( there's enough confidence in her voice as she leans to the side to look up at kaiser. as long as he doesn't seem to be crying this can go pretty well. moving closer to the sink, she turns the knob so water runs, and with the showerhead attached to the faucet, it makes this easier to actually do his hair.
she wouldn't put him in the position where he bumps his head under the faucet piece, i know that pain all too well. )
If you stay with me forever and ever... I think I will be well. I'd be sick without you.
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Won't you live much longer than me? You'll have to carry around my bones and ashes after I die. I give you permission, as long as I die a natural death.
[ he's okay with it... he has accepted his mortality, but has she? kaiser won't cry over a little pain and bleeding, so it's only fair if she does the same.
the angle is a little awkward, but kaiser doesn't mind either way — he stretches back, resting his neck against the edge of the sink to place his head over the sink as best as he can manage. he closes his eyes so that soap doesn't get into them, and his breathing slows slightly as the water runs through his hair. ]
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that isn't unfamiliar to her. )
Quit it.
( his words feel targeted, too catered to her own past that she removes herself from the situation. with a shake of her head, she'll repeat what he said to her before. )
You can read the directions on the back of the bottle.
( carrying bones, toting ashes, it's not like she doesn't, but sometimes there are things she likes to forget. the little connection she has the better she can find a place for herself, but the reminder clicks in her mind, and she grows fickle on wanting to do anything despite his head already leaning over the sink. )
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You're being too rough with me...
[ his eyes are still closed, but he opens one of his eyes just a tiny bit. he knows he's upset her, and he did it on purpose, but he thinks he can make it better... perhaps! ]
... But I want you to do it for me. Won't you?
[ pwease? he's so cute. he's like a splintercat, he's adorable and she wants to train him with a 1.15x multiplier on efficiency. ]
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what is his game? she doesn't want to deal with him because she is too fickle much like her favored creatures. )
...
( it's called silent treatment, not only is it silent treatment, she's standing off to the side with her arms crossed over her chest, and pouting. offended, she's so offended he would do that to her, and yet her heart aches only very briefly. )
I won't.
( she doesn't have to give him anything when he's dead. )
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