pc ♠ richie

[fried]

d'you like furries

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[fried]

[ HELP this is not the reaction he's expecting at all, and his tail floofs a little, but after a second he just - laughs? my god. ]

I do. What on earth was that? [ sir your southern colonel vore

brings him water. ]

[gutterbound]

Colonel Buford Kissdrivel.

[lore drop he really ate a tiny nouveau riche Alabamian.

Richie takes the water, nodding in thanks.]

I work in radio. Doing voices is part of the bit. What are you? Private chef to the king of masochists?

[fried]

Quite the name. That was impressive.

[ a little huff. ]

I'm a healer - but since food features so prominently in my discipline, I suppose you can call me a chef.

[gutterbound]

Subtlety is for satire. [He smiles.] And thank you. So was the stew, really, but I can see why most guys pass on it. I don't know that I could finish a bowl myself.

You are? Huh. [If he'd said doctor he'd have a hard time buying it, but healer is a bent that just fits right. Ties in with all this mysticism. And...appendages.] Does your practice cover chili damage?

[fried]

Hah. No. In fact, my General often reprimands me for serving her such spicy foods.

[ with no shame whatsoever, because she DESERVES IT for the stress she gives him. ]

There is a purpose. For me, it makes me feel alive.

[gutterbound]

Because it reminds you of your mortality?

[fried]

It certainly reminded you of yours.

[gutterbound]

Touché.

What's this general of yours like?

[Going in for a second bite.]

[fried]

Headstrong. Stubborn, so much that sometimes I mistake her for a goat rather than a fox.

I've never known anyone as incredible as her.

[gutterbound]

Fox? So, like yourself?

[A half second later he grasps what he's done.]

Sorry, sorry, I don't — Jesus. I don't have much frame of reference for a fellow like you. Forgive me if I fuck something up.

[fried]

[ he laughs!! ]

You're fine. We are both foxians. I don't take any offense from someone who doesn't know.

[gutterbound]

Sure sure, fair enough, but don't hesitate to say so if someone gets out of line.

[He says, having come from an extremely of its time King novel. Launders him in the RP machine.]

Is everyone a foxian where you're from? Or is it a pretty broad mix?

[fried]

[ looks at his novel. yea ]

Not everybody. There are humans, like you. The Vidyadhara, who resemble dragons... Halovians, Intellitrons, Pepeshi. A variety, though the ship that I lived on was mostly Foxians.

[gutterbound]

Pepsi?

[Okay.]

Sounds wild. We must look bland as bread and butter in comparison.

[fried]

No.

[ doesn't correct him ]

It's true. I can barely tell all of you apart. [ is he joking... probably ]