Do You Have An Appointment?

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

tell me when you’re feeling ship 

tell when you’re not feeling a ship

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By the time Lauren gets his arm secure, it feels like 10 seconds and 10 years have passed in the same amount of time. She checks her work once over, then twice. (It's funny. She can't figure out where to look right now, aside from Miyke.)

"Least it isn't broken," she echoes. "I don't know if I can rule out a fracture, or a contusion, or..."

She trails off into a softer tone of voice, resting an icepack on a bruise she'd rather not think too much about.

Crimson eyes blinked curiously at the demoness. She was unlike others he had seen in his that time. More human in appearance. Though, that could have easily been a guise to blend in with this more... modern realm. One that he knew next to nothing about.

Demonic summoning circles and rituals had brought him to this land, and he was quite lost. Everything was new to the little sheepe, and the caprine was trying to wrap his head around everything.

Lauren had gone into the next day mentally prepared for an onslaught of things: confused attendees, technology fails, and just about everything else that could go wrong with a massive meeting. What she hadn't expected was an odd tugging in her brain, the type she'd only heard about from her parents- the type that came with being summoned, or called to something at the very least. She'd hardly been able to sit still until the meeting ended, racing outside the moment she was free.

That had left her face to face with something- someone- entirely unexpected.

Had the pull not resolved the moment she'd laid eyes on him, she likely would've dodged all responsibility and gone back inside. But one look at the new arrival had determined the same thing he'd likely deduced for her: she was dealing with something demonic in nature, and that implied a certain degree of kindredness.

Sure, he had his qualms, mostly because of a certain sibling. He would definitely find it a bit awkward being around her folks with them breathing down his neck.

Still, if it worked, then things would go so much smoother…

“If you're so sure, then why not? Anything to help smooth things between them… I don't mind helping to plan stuff if you want it.” The family would be easily enough to round up, aside from maybe Miku being overseas.

He tries to stifle a laugh at the jazz hands, but failing horribly.

“You're such a dork…”

Lauren finds herself a place to sit down, crossing her ankles and pulling out her phone. "I've gotten a few things in line already, but I was wondering if the Bahamas sounded okay to you..? I'd originally checked it out to see if cruises to there would work, but I'm guessing the game of Guess Who's Seasick! wouldn't be a very fun one."