[ she insists. and if he's looking now, he'll be able to see the grand list of things in her coat bag. it contains: five bottles of wine, two guns, bottle of bleach and like a package of whatever laundry pods, six forks, two butter knives, and eight spoons, the eight ball from the billiards room, a roll of toilet paper, a pack of cards and three random board games, a trumpet, three bottles of hair dye, and like five jackets/coats. plus some sticks. ]
[ her feathers ruffle again, poofing out in warning, and she huffs before turning and heading back up the stairs!! gonna hide it. gonna hide it the best.
also this'll probably be the point where he sees the worst part of her transformation, which is the whole... exposed ribs part. it's along her back so it's hard to see, but her coat swishes just enough for nhs to see it. hm. gross. ]
[ she startles, stopping at the landing to stare down at him. ]
What? [ she's grouchy and greedy, but not even the mansion can fuck her up so badly that she doesn't immediately respond to his concern. ] Are you okay? What.
[ for a long second she kind of doesn't want to. she has been trying her best to ignore what's going on with her transformation since this morning, since she thought she saw bone. she pulls her coat closer during that second, like she's going to refuse, and then: ]
It probably got worse. [ she says, uncomfortably, and moves her coat. sure enough - her ribs are exposed, showing off her spine and ribcage. none of her organs, though, it's just... void. ]
[he steps closer, hesitantly, to make sure that really is what it looks like-- starts to reach out to touch, then realizes he really doesn't want to get the slime he's made out of on her... bones. this is gross and weird on every level, honestly, and he's silent for a few moments.]
[ohhh no. that's-- even more unpleasant, and he thinks he feels a little ill at the thought. he doesn't draw back, but it's...
it's hard to look at, when it makes her seem a little corpselike.]
You really should cover them more-- not to keep them out of sight, [he adds hastily, immediately worried it'll come off as 'wow, you look gross'.] To protect yourself. It doesn't look like anything else internal is exposed, but...
[ it's a good thing he amends what he says because she actually almost looks - hurt, for a split second, when he says to cover them. thankfully she is pretty good at neutral faces. ]
Maybe I'll go get a jacket or something. [ she says, shifting her coat again. ] There's not a lot else I can do.
[ shift. ] I'm trying not to think about it too hard.
[he sets a hand on her waist, briefly, before he remembers and pulls it away again-- it leaves just a little trace of slime behind, at least. not Too gross.]
You could always- bandage it? If they're designed to keep injuries safe, then they should help...
[ she's kind of past caring about the goo at the moment, at least. the whole greed thing is also at the back of her mind and not the forefront. thankfully. ]
Do you think the bandages will even stay? [ she sounds dubious. ] I really don't want bandages slipping around over my exposed ribs, that sounds - bad.
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[ she insists. and if he's looking now, he'll be able to see the grand list of things in her coat bag. it contains: five bottles of wine, two guns, bottle of bleach and like a package of whatever laundry pods, six forks, two butter knives, and eight spoons, the eight ball from the billiards room, a roll of toilet paper, a pack of cards and three random board games, a trumpet, three bottles of hair dye, and like five jackets/coats. plus some sticks. ]
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[he's just. he's not going to question it, peering curiously at this stash-- holy shit, that's a lot.
he kind of wants some of it?
-no, it's beau's. wait, no, that's weird. what the fuck.]
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Stop looking at it.
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[he's trying not to look at it, he is!!
he definitely still wants to.]
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also this'll probably be the point where he sees the worst part of her transformation, which is the whole... exposed ribs part. it's along her back so it's hard to see, but her coat swishes just enough for nhs to see it. hm. gross. ]
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he starts up the stairs after her again, but then there's a startled noise, and then he hurries after her.]
Beau-! Beau, wait, y-you...
[that can't be what it looks like. he really hopes it's not.]
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What? [ she's grouchy and greedy, but not even the mansion can fuck her up so badly that she doesn't immediately respond to his concern. ] Are you okay? What.
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[he almost doesn't want to know if he saw what he thinks he did, honestly-- he hesitates, his form quivering a little.]
-on your back. It looked like there were... [a shake of his head.] ...move your coat for me?
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It probably got worse. [ she says, uncomfortably, and moves her coat. sure enough - her ribs are exposed, showing off her spine and ribcage. none of her organs, though, it's just... void. ]
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[he steps closer, hesitantly, to make sure that really is what it looks like-- starts to reach out to touch, then realizes he really doesn't want to get the slime he's made out of on her... bones. this is gross and weird on every level, honestly, and he's silent for a few moments.]
Does it... does it hurt?
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No. It feels weird. I don't know what to do about it - it was. It was gross. [ she hesitates. ] My, um. Skin? Came off.
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[ohhh no. that's-- even more unpleasant, and he thinks he feels a little ill at the thought. he doesn't draw back, but it's...
it's hard to look at, when it makes her seem a little corpselike.]
You really should cover them more-- not to keep them out of sight, [he adds hastily, immediately worried it'll come off as 'wow, you look gross'.] To protect yourself. It doesn't look like anything else internal is exposed, but...
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Maybe I'll go get a jacket or something. [ she says, shifting her coat again. ] There's not a lot else I can do.
[ shift. ] I'm trying not to think about it too hard.
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You could always- bandage it? If they're designed to keep injuries safe, then they should help...
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Do you think the bandages will even stay? [ she sounds dubious. ] I really don't want bandages slipping around over my exposed ribs, that sounds - bad.
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[leaving exposed ribs exposed also sounds pretty bad!]
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[ she wants to hide her stuff. so. ] Stay here. I'll be right back.