Oooh, so the shirt got a reaction? It was even almost a laugh, which means this turtle person knows a pun when they see one. She rumbles softly in amusement — and for all that it is soft, even quiet, it comes with the distinct feeling of big.
"You like it?" She runs the back of her knuckles across the soft fabric with obvious fondness, lips curving up into a fangless smile. The shirt had been a present from Kit after their last Ikea adventure. It'll be a shame if she gets blood all over it, but, well … sometimes things just Happen.
More important right now is trying to communicate her intentions.
She chirrups again, but this time it becomes a song — wordless, no louder than a soft speaking voice, but once again it's so much more. The music forms the shape, the feeling, of outside air and open spaces, of safe places to hide and a warm, comfortable den. "I'm here to help you find safety."
A deliberate pause. She looks pointedly from him to the blood on her nails, to the hallway they stand in and the scattered scraps of his creations. There's a shift in her stance, from relaxed and casual to a hunter prepared to go on the prowl; even her scent shifts subtly, the darker, richer notes of coffee and woodsmoke overtaking the sweet. And then it's back to how it was, like a gear smoothly switched. She inclines her head briefly. Not submission, but an offer.
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"You like it?" She runs the back of her knuckles across the soft fabric with obvious fondness, lips curving up into a fangless smile. The shirt had been a present from Kit after their last Ikea adventure. It'll be a shame if she gets blood all over it, but, well … sometimes things just Happen.
More important right now is trying to communicate her intentions.
She chirrups again, but this time it becomes a song — wordless, no louder than a soft speaking voice, but once again it's so much more. The music forms the shape, the feeling, of outside air and open spaces, of safe places to hide and a warm, comfortable den. "I'm here to help you find safety."
A deliberate pause. She looks pointedly from him to the blood on her nails, to the hallway they stand in and the scattered scraps of his creations. There's a shift in her stance, from relaxed and casual to a hunter prepared to go on the prowl; even her scent shifts subtly, the darker, richer notes of coffee and woodsmoke overtaking the sweet. And then it's back to how it was, like a gear smoothly switched. She inclines her head briefly. Not submission, but an offer.
"And to stop the humans."