► 002.
[the video coming on is a complete accident. the hallway she's in is cast mostly in gloom, and only slightly more than her outline is visible. nill is clutching the comm in her hand, the camera aimed at her crooked. she's wearing one of her dresses from the most recent jump. her face is just out of the frame, but her wings aren't. they're standing straight out from her back, quivering. and from just that small movement, a feather falls.
and then nill darts from her hiding spot into the lit hall, and her wings are in full view. they look scraggly, a few thin patches visible. the sudden movement makes another feather come out, and then the video darkens again as she finds shelter in the next dark hallway. the feed cuts.]
think i am sick
heine where are you
[ooc; molting molting molting yeah]
and then nill darts from her hiding spot into the lit hall, and her wings are in full view. they look scraggly, a few thin patches visible. the sudden movement makes another feather come out, and then the video darkens again as she finds shelter in the next dark hallway. the feed cuts.]
think i am sick
heine where are you
[ooc; molting molting molting yeah]
private.
private.
[She teases, but then softens. She does like what he does for Nill, at least. They don't have to like each personally to be allies; stay at a distance and watch Nill. Easy.]
You wicked like him, huh.
private.
private.
[Libby could slap herself. Now she was never going to get over being protective of Nill.]
private.
private.
[Fuck knew Libby wouldn't have the patience for it.]
private.
private.
[...bonding?]
private.
private.
Well--get some rest. Oatmeal baths help with the itching. I know there's oatmeal on the kitchens.