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Odette gave her a hesitant laugh. “No, I know it’s you, Selene, it’s just…” She shook her head and walked away from Clovis, and over to a nearby mirror. “You look like a plant,” she said, turning it toward Selene. As Odette was conversing with Selene, Clovis hesitantly uncapped the vial and...

As Red--or Scarlet--headed for another potion, Odette was headed back toward Clovis, a potion in hand. She brushed shoulders with Red, but appeared too preoccupied with Odile yelling in her ear to notice. "I̴'̵m̸ ̶J̸U̴S̵T̴ ̶S̸A̶Y̵I̶N̶G̵,̵ ̵t̴h̷e̵ ̴S̴h̶a̶r̷p̸e̷d̷o̴ ̵p̸l̴u̵s̸h̶i̶e̷ ̴w̵o̸u̴l̴d̸...

He raised his brow, waiting for the extra response, when the new question was asked. Clovis sighed in relief, finding that he wouldn't need to drink, because he had indeed had some food at an Ikea before. Plus, he still had the potion that Little Miss Thing and the Grudge had gone off to get...

"Your confidence is alluring, I'll give you that," he complimented, rubbing his lower lip with his index finger as he eyed her. "You sound experienced." However, his expression dropped when he heard this explanation. "That sounds like..." he trailed off as he scratched his temple. "Gods, what's...

He stuck out his lower lip. The slip caught him off guard, but he decided to not read too much into it. For now. "That's unfortunate. Try to find another one so nobody accidentally solicits you for a lap dance. Although..." He shook off the thought. Nope. He was blunt, but he wasn't a creep...

"Interesting. Is that your given name, or a stage name?" he chuckled. He then reached up to thumb his bowtie, his smile shrinking to a slight smirk. "What can I say?" he asked. "Le rose le fait pour moi." He found himself looking Scarlet over. Despite the fact she was clothed in what he'd...

Clovis lowered his head slightly to stare up at Red, doubtfully, from under his brows. "Brute, no. Blunt? yes. I'm simply not in the mood to grow other appendages today." He bit down the urge to laugh, instead, just breathing out slowly and leaning back into the chair, crossing his legs...

"By the way," Odette said, tapping Clovis on the shoulder. "Have you ever trusted somebody with your life?" Clovis's brows wrinkled as he thought about it. "Yes, actually." She smirked. "Alright, you have to drink something then." A laugh escaped him, and he aggressively shook his head. "No...

Instantly, Odile poked her head out from under Odette's skirt, this time reformed back into that uncanny-valley version of Odette. "I̶'̴m̶ ̸s̴o̷r̶r̶y̷,̶ ̷d̸i̸d̴ ̴y̵o̴u̵ ̸j̶u̸s̴t̶ ̸s̷a̴y̶ ̵y̶o̵u̸ ̴K̶I̴L̸L̵E̸D̴ ̴S̷O̸M̸E̸O̴N̷E̴?̸" she asked. She inhaled deeply, and the smell of blood caused her...

HIIIIII KINT! Sorry for my late 'nip, but I'm here to take a dive into this! So, first and foremost, your prose is stellar. Like, wow, publish a book already. I especially loved the way you described the the way the graffiti was being done, and how all of these characters went about drawing...

Clovis looked back at Odette, surprised. “What’s happened to you?” “Lets see…” she said, rolling her eyes back in thought. “I sang, I grew a foot in height, Odile and I turned into the Houndour line, I was forced into this dress, and…you showed up.” He nodded, looking contemplative while he...

“I somehow have a difficult time believing that, coming from you,” Clovis said. “No, I swear, everything has been fine,” Odette interjected again. Her voice was muffled by his jacket, and she didn’t seem to be trying to wrestle free from him. In fact, she looked extremely relaxed. Clovis’s...

Clovis gave a loud sigh, clearly exasperated. “Once again, it was my fucking invite,” he explained. “Little miss thing right here,” he said, jolting Odette lightly, “stole the damn thing out of my pocket.” “His pockets are simply too big and I am simply too rambunctious,” Odette said flatly...

Odette knit her brows. She couldn’t understand why Selene looked so embarrassed. “You’re good, Selene. Potions are weird.” She offered a gentle smile. “What never happened?” Clovis scoffed. “Believe me, I know how these damn games work. I was supposed to be the one here, but,” he pointed at...

“This is a furniture store, I doubt they sell clothes. It’s not that deep…” Quite a lie, considering she felt as exposed in this dress as she did the first time she’d been forced to wear it. But that didn’t matter right now, considering Selene couldn’t even recognize her own bag. “Honey, you...

Odette snickered. “He didn’t do it directly, but he certainly caused it,” she said. She shrugged her shoulders, crinkling her nose at the feel of the dress sleeves against her skin. “Feels as fucking heavy as ever.”

““And…I’m fairly sure you showed up here as a human,” Odette said tentatively. Then again, she didn’t really know Selene, so she very well could have been a Brionne at some point…and her vision of the future might have solidified that. A vision passed through her head. She wasn’t sure where she...

Odette pushed her angst for this horrific ensemble aside to send a pensive look at Selene. “This is how I normally look. We just got turned into ‘mon…remember? You do remember that right?” She decided to press a little more. “What do you mean by dream? Do…you not remember coming here as a...

Houndette perked up at the sound of the question, and she sighed deeply. Yet another drink she’d have to take, because she lived in the city. “Odile,” she said, effectively interrupting Houndile from her chewing. “You can stop now.” Houndile growled. “B̵u̴t̴ ̴I̸’̸m̷ ̸n̵o̶t̸ ̶d̷o̶n̴e̷ ̵h̵e̸r̵e̵...

Houndile let Mared drop to the floor after a couple minutes of thrashing, and began to bat him around like a ball between between her paws, all while Houndette sat on her back, watching with a smug look on her canine-esque face. “This is a really interesting turn of events,” Houndette said as...