[It's one of those days where Vietnam, after a fresh kill (in other words, she drowned a body), comes by to Rohan's with it in a bag. Because you just can't waste it, right?
She's knocking and looking around for him now, looking about as human as a mermaid on land can, a freeze bag slung over her shoulder. It seems like she's already done work on the body.]
[ Aw, she's coming around after dinner. If it were anyone else's voice, he wouldn't be stirring from his nap to answer. A flick of his tongue reveals that Vietnam has the smell of human on her..
He uncoils from beneath his napping quilt and slithers off to her aid slowly-- stopping only when he reaches the door. Tired eyes spark up a little when they grace the face of the mermaid, and his lips flirt with the idea of a smile. ]
Miss Vietnam. I was just waking up-- [ Help, she smells like Dead Person. And so does that bag. Maybe she brought a treat? ] What do you have there?
[Rohan looks a little tired, so when he said he was just waking up--] Ah, my apologies! I didn't mean to wake you up. Though...
[With the twinkle in his eye, and his strong senses detecting something on her that doesn't smell like monster, but rather, food, she pulls the freeze bag from her shoulder to show him.]
You can consider this a generous donation.
[In other words, a delicious treat for a naga.] I saved you something from my hunt.
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i can jam with some monsters. you can just spit a starter at me from whatever if that's cool. we can run with it!
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[It's one of those days where Vietnam, after a fresh kill (in other words, she drowned a body), comes by to Rohan's with it in a bag. Because you just can't waste it, right?
She's knocking and looking around for him now, looking about as human as a mermaid on land can, a freeze bag slung over her shoulder. It seems like she's already done work on the body.]
Rohan...?
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He uncoils from beneath his napping quilt and slithers off to her aid slowly-- stopping only when he reaches the door. Tired eyes spark up a little when they grace the face of the mermaid, and his lips flirt with the idea of a smile. ]
Miss Vietnam. I was just waking up-- [ Help, she smells like Dead Person. And so does that bag. Maybe she brought a treat? ] What do you have there?
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[With the twinkle in his eye, and his strong senses detecting something on her that doesn't smell like monster, but rather, food, she pulls the freeze bag from her shoulder to show him.]
You can consider this a generous donation.
[In other words, a delicious treat for a naga.] I saved you something from my hunt.