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[hagrides]

[He does not, in fact, look like a normal guy. Crisis averted.]

You flatter me. Shall we have a seat?

[There are pastries to be had and friends to make.]

WAIT this is during sanguis isn't it... hold up

[wingstosee]

Yeah! Um. Yes, please.

[ she starts towards a table, a single slither of her hips and tail - and then she seems to realize something. she comes to a stop with a sheepish glance grimm's way, a few of the eyes on her wings still trailing on the sweets behind the display glass.

sorry, grimm! looks like your serpentine date is waiting for you to take the lead. ]

keeping track of moons is hard...

[hagrides]

[Oh! Yes, of course, how terribly rude of him.

He pulls out a chair at a table for her, as a gentleman should.]

so is keeping track of tags, weeps

[wingstosee]

[ he pulls out the chair, and she smiles and bites her lip. he's definitely not helping with this... Cool Devil Crush?? so she slithers up, and

stops in her tracks. what is she supposed to do here. there is like fifteen feet of her that is just trailing behind. what is she... how does she get all of this into the chair??? slowly, without really knowing what it is she's trying to aim for, she just... constricts gently around the chair, coiling around until she's in a neat little rope pile with a chair in the center.

it's working? sort of? the whole process did take like. a full minute of concentration. ]

Sorry. Uh. I'm still getting used to this?

[hagrides]

[It may take a while, but Grimm will just wait patiently until she's comfortably situated.]

No need to worry.

[He takes a seat across from her.]

How have you been?

[wingstosee]

A lot of the time when people say that, what they really mean is "as long as it doesn't happen again," though? [ her tone isn't as jarring as the words themselves, but she still sighs after a moment. ] Sorry. Sorry? It's like... All this moon stuff sucks, a lot. You know?

[ to say the least. hormonal shifts and fluctuating instincts are not her primary concern, here. ]

[hagrides]

[He wouldn't say it like that!!]

I can sympathize, at least on the front of inconvenient physical changes. Iris tends to replace my hands with tentacles.

I never realized how much one could struggle with doorknobs until Iris.

[opposable thumbs are pretty great]

[wingstosee]

Tentacle hands?

[ okay. on the one hand, that sounds like the literal coolest thing imaginable? tentacle hands on grimm... he'd look so evil? god. she could never pull off that look, even with all the tentacles in the world. on the other hand- ]

-wow. Uh. That is pretty bad, huh. [ she seizes onto the topic change, happy to take whatever opportunities don't lead to passive-aggressive aloofness from her end. ] So wait, you're Iris? I kind of figured Sanguis would be... You know. The devil moon, or something.

[hagrides]

Very much an Iris. I do not know by what measure moonblessings are assigned, but they are not so simple as that.

[You'd think his lobster roommate might have been the one to end up with sea creature attributes, but she's Cordis.]

[wingstosee]

Oh. I guess I just thought... You know. There was some reason behind it?

[ not that there isn't one. but, well, if grimm doesn't have any idea, then god only knows she sure doesn't. ]

Well, I mean... what sort of things does Iris have to put up with? Other than tentacles. You know.

[hagrides]

They go into heat.

[...the tentacles aren't the most troublesome part of the deal, but they're easier to complain about in polite company.]