⠀⠀⠀ ℬˡᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ 𝓢ⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ . . ⛧

/  hwy now let’s makeup… 

╱╱ ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKINF KILL YOU
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@theunbecoming 

character thread. tba.

"you can keep the bag,"  a hand waves dismissively.  "it came with the carriage.  so consider it apart of my lovely little gifts to you,  yes?"  their smile somehow brightens.
            
            but that expression falls as izfaar approaches,  and the gestures can only mean they intend to do a check-up.  "you don't have to,"  nima grumbles,  but it's less polite and more so petulant.  they see it as a waste of time.  they're fine,  have been fine,  but nonetheless they're shrugging out of the silken garment anyway.
            
            they easily tie the arms of the garment around their waist.  their forearms are unblemished,  torso scarred but regardless fine.  perfectly human flesh.  "see?  fine.  no naughty energy leaking out."

⠀⠀ [    ORIEL:   DR IZFAAR.̲    ]
            ⠀⠀⠀      VIII.⠀⤻┃☠︎︎      ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ⁿᵒ ᵉᵛⁱˡ
            
            ⠀♱⠀▋ ID:    @theunbecoming 
            
            [   they straighten,  expression equally as unamused as before to confirm their guess of the doctor not being thrilled about their appearance.
            
                       watching the approaching individual, they remain perfectly still until taking the contents of the bag,  a glance to its contents.  they raise an eyebrow at the brief change in direction of the story.   they could make assumptions on how this was obtained,  but little complaints could be made,  as it actively helped them continue their work.   the items are removed and the satchel is passed back,  easy enough to understand that they accepted the gifts.  it's after they turn back that they make a movement,  one holding their arms out and the other mimicking the removal of clothing.   a quick check up on their stability to make sure they hadn't overdone it during their detour.

the infuriating grin does not disperse or twitch out of place even once, eyes flickering over the sight of the other as their head lolls to the side.  "dear me, you really aren't happy to see me."
            
            they sigh as if disappointed by such a conclusion before slipping towards the other with an easy gait, a large satchel hanging on their arm.  "here you go,"  a dismissive drone, handing the bulging contents to the other.  it's full of all sorts of supplies;  herbs, some crudely cut off appendages from...  varying creatures but salvageable enough, rolls of cloth.  "you were lucky the carriage i..."  a clearing of their throat, delicate.  "bumped into had these things."

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*     so pretty 

so dramatic.  

"⠀⠀and i never will again after this.⠀⠀"
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@shinenshi 

aww come on,  they’re on me!  it’s been ages since i’ve seen you,  you never come down this way.  

/  sonea pls

/  ohmygod…