[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=5B8B64][b]Dinner - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hider=Tonight’s Menu][list][*]Main: Meat Wellington 
[*]Sides: [list][*]Frisée salad with poached egg 
[*]Creamy mushroom risotto 
[*]Roasted asparagus [/list]
[*]Dessert: Vanilla panna cotta [/list][/hider]

Dysphoria was not satisfied with such a short display of affection and tilted Finley back, the possessiveness from earlier and the warm satisfaction of their time together still humming in their veins as tendril curled up. They licked into their fae’s mouth, savoring the taste of chocolate on their tongue, and nipped at their lips as they indulged their need for affection. Dysphoria glanced across the room to ensure they were in full view of the woodling so they could remind whatever lives inside his veins of its place. Dysphoria hummed pleasantly as they broke off the kiss, snuggling into the crook of their neck as they let out a concerned huff as Nicky’s statement. 

[color=F739D7]“I have noticed that humans do not hunt. Are they concerned that when they are hunted, they will be weak and soft and useless? Do humans need help learning to run and hide and fight? Does our moth and the Cassie need practice? Maybe Nicholas can help; we hunt him and he sometimes escapes.”[/color] Dysphoria asked the table, concerned. 

Though, the symbiote turned the idea of a mani-pedi over in their head. [color=F739D7] “I would like to join this mani-pedi activity. I do not understand what this activity is still, but our Dewdrop likes to have colors on their and we like our tendrils to massage them, so perhaps we can learn this thing and surprise our Dewdrop!”[/color] Dysphoria asked Cassie excitedly. 

Serena’s eyes widened a bit, flustered at the implication of Barty helping her remember. She wasn’t in his crowd, but rumors swirled around the school and she would be glad to steer clear of any involvement with him. “Erm, yes, absolutely,” she agreed, nodding to Connie. “Betty, I think I see Rachel across the hall - should we…?”

Betty shrugged, taking another bite of her Wellington. “Whatever this is, it’s better than the garbage they served last term.”

[i]”Betty.”[/i] 

Serena kicked her under the table and Betty sighed, standing up with her plate. “Fine, fine, let’s go, come on, loser.” 

Then, the hall doors slammed open, a gust of wind carrying in a torrent of brown, crackling leaves. Three chattering magpies dove in and circled the room. Their cries bounced and echoed into every corner before they swooped and settled - 

On Rohan. 

The three birds, one on each shoulder and one on his head, glanced around the room and then settled, their feathers fluffed up as they nestled.