intermission mingle

[idolpro]

Who: people
Where: from outside the game tower to the hotel lobby or around either building
When: Day 50, evening

[ well that was WILD. or maybe not wild for people who decided to be smart and not try to bother monsters.

there are quite a few people milling about now from the game. careful, some of them are monsters. ]

Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

I... dunno. Maybe it's the same?

[we_meet_again]

Mm. ...Well, if you've never seen a coeurl before, I guess I could... show you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

It's gonna make you hungrier, though, won't it?

[we_meet_again]

To a degree? But it's not unmanageable. And there aren't any tempting aromas out here to make it worse, so that helps.

Anyway, I'm not particularly worried about it, but if you are, then I can keep it to myself. No problem.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. If you don't mind, I kinda wanna see? Those whiskers sound pretty badass.

[we_meet_again]

Sure! On one condition!

[crossmyheartandhope]

What's the condition?

[we_meet_again]

Take my picture so I can see if I look cool.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...heh. You got it, dude.

[we_meet_again]

[Cobalt steps back and begins growing larger, his shoulders bulging and expanding until he's too top-heavy to stand on two legs. He falls over on his hands, which are now paws, and every part of him expands in every direction as he continues to grow. Yellow, spotted fur ripples out over his body, and a whip lashes out of each cheek, the tips crackling with electricity. In less than a minute he resembles a gigantic leopard. The mane down the back of his neck stands on end as if charged with static.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...whoa.

[we_meet_again]

[Cobalt cannot speak, he is a coeurl.

He has no idea what Hurricane's comfort level is with all this so he is just gonna stand here casually for a minute and let Hurricane adjust, if he needs to.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Reaching up, cautiously, to touch a whisker...?]

[we_meet_again]

[oh whoops, monster form has now finished installing instincts.exe.

He unthinkingly rubs his cheek into Hurricane's fingers. Yes touch it]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Monster... scritches???]

[we_meet_again]

[That feels lovely! He rolls his head around under Hurricane's fingertips so he'll touch his gigantic forehead, and behind his ears, and his cheeks, and along his jaw.

He squinches his eyes shut, visibly content]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Okay, monsters should not be actually cute.]

[Scritching continues???]

[we_meet_again]

[He steps a bit closer, putting his enormous happy cat head near Hurricane's shoulder. He might need two hands to fend him off, oh no]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Guess he's got to use two hands, oh nooo.]

[we_meet_again]

[Once Hurricane gets both hands into his ample cheek and neck fluff, the quiet huffing and sighing noises he's been making until now are starting to turn into a deep rumble, like a truck idling nearby. His face is very happy.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh my god, dude. Are you purring?

[we_meet_again]

[Cobalt fails a will save and can no longer resist. He starts grooming Hurricane's hair with a tongue the size of a dish towel, rumbling the whole time.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh, gross. Cat tongue.

[He doesn't seem that bothered, though. He's still scritching.]

[we_meet_again]

[He alternates between licking and rubbing his enormous face against Hurricane's cheek for a minute, before he lets himself flop bonelessly onto the ground. He gives Hurricane a friendly and expectant look, like "c'mere"]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Comes... here?]