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[hoasen]

[And so is another normal day, or at least as normal as one can have it in a place like Blanc. And by normal, we mean that two of our Heroes now are trapped in a situation where they're out and about on their own mission, and find themselves both lost and nearly depleted of mana. At least they managed to find shelter, a neat looking hut that seems long abandoned, because while all the facilities are there and it provided fresh water, there was absolutely no food.

At least Vietnam packed them some.]

Do you want to taste yourself or should I?

[Unfortunately, the cookies themselves have been processed over and over to the point where eating them does nothing to replenish mana. They may have to go out hunting soon for dinner, after they rest a bit.

Still she holds two up, one that looks like him, the other looking like her.]

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Hmmmm. [It's drawn out, and lilted a little. Clearly teasing.] Is that so? What would you call it then?

[He keeps up the trail of his hands along Vietnam's sides, hand only pausing when he feels the gentle scratch of her nails against his chest. If Niles were an honest sort of person, he'd admit that it does feel good, the combination of physical contact and mana transfer. But he's not, so instead he gently pinches at Vietnam's side - not enough to hurt, but enough to break the repetition of the motion.]

Because I'd call it a cat.

[His trails his hand a little higher, brushing fingers against Vietnam's neck.]

[hoasen]

[She's trying hard not to make a noise, but it's growing increasingly difficult to do so, and another escapes her throat as her neck curves to his touch. She's leaning towards it, the mana that comes through, it's almost like an enhancement?

Not to mention she does yelp in surprise at his pinch, which firms up the nails across his chest.]

Are you saying that a cat makes such noise and bares her claws? Then what would you be?