#ferinr

“ ‎ ‎ ...! ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ while aware of her petite stature, ‎it was uncommon for her to get such a... ‎ reminder of it, ‎ hoisted upwards so easily ‎—— ‎there's the slightest widening of hazel eyes, ‎ along with a silent gasp. ‎ the surprise from such an action overpowers any instinct of hers to flail about in or even protest to the other woman's hold. ‎breath caught in her throat for a second, ‎hakuno could only stare on wordlessly; ‎ flustered gaze locked onto biscuit's golden one. ‎ what a pretty smile... ‎is all she thinks of at the sight of it, ‎ undaunted by the rows of sharp teeth that glimmer for a second. ‎while still taken aback, ‎ there was no denying that she was admiring the tallers's beauty as well; ‎albeit the thoughts would be kept to herself unlike the more vocal other.

that mildly bewildered expression is still unchanging as she is put down, ‎and a blink is all that is given to the headpat, ‎meekly peering upwards at her. ‎ delicate hands come to draw together atop her chest, ‎and hazel eyes now avert to elsewhere. ‎( looking up at her from a lower ground like this, her presence is even more prominent ) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ ‎ ‎ ‎...e-eh... ‎ ‎”

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Was that plate of food meant for her? No. But did it smell delicious? Yes, so of course the beast was going to steal the blonde chef's food and gobble it whole. "Mm.. Compliments to the chef.."

As if he would complain — if a woman found herself hungry, he wouldn’t dare snatch a whole plate of food from her and demand that she wait. Clearly, she needed it, so he left her alone as she finished it off in only a few bites. Once the stolen plate was clean, however, he gave her and her hunger a well-meaning chuckle.

Morphs her body just so she can be six inches taller and rest her chin on top of Conall's head. Don't pay attention to how her legs and arms are now stretched out and how her limbs don't quite match up.

     He doesn’t let Biscuit get too close and, in a swift move, effectively avoids any type of physical contact. It wasn’t as if he disliked it but the mactíre had gotten so used to others doing everything in their power to get away from him that the possibility of someone approaching felt almost abnormal to him. Once he put a few feet distance between him and the strange girl, he noticed that he had to look up, something he was certain didn’t need to do mere moments ago. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen other wolves have that much control over their shape-shifting.”

    Turning around with her new (temporary) uniform in arms, the Queen pauses when he’s met with Biscuit standing before him - even taking a slight step backwards to recreate some distance between them as he hadn’t expected her to be so near.

  Raising a brow, he’s certainly noticed her newest development in height.  Ah, so she’s corrected that slouch she had the tendency of doing?  ... Certainly not.  Vil quickly noticed the shoes she wore and was actually quite impressed to see her wearing them with ease (as in being able to stand without twisting her ankle. Kudos.).  A pleasant surprise, for sure.

    “ That depends, can you walk in them? ”  Sure, they’re nice.  But what good does it do to own them if she’ll wear them just this once?  “ I can appreciate your cooperation in wanting to look your best for this event but it’ll be a waste if you wear them only once. ” Or worse, trip over something like your outfit.

&  RE  :     unprompted     /     @ferinr.

HE’S RATHER ACCUSTOMED TO HAVING HIS PERSONAL SPACE  invaded, surrounded by the strange and rather invasive creatures of Wonderland as he is  :  what he hadn’t expected was such a childish comment, nor being that embarrassingly close to her as a result of it. He flusters, both from being caught off guard and as a result of of the suddenness of how quickly she’d changed tunes. Letting out a rather indignant yelp, he pulls back from her  —  stumbles back, really  —  and barely manages to catch himself from falling over. Lacking in elegance, certainly.

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A giant beastly maw snaps around Mammon's thieving hand, the fangs just short of pressing into his flesh and causing actual harm. " N O T O U C H Y......"

He was confident he could get away with yet, but there he stood, elbow-deep in the maw of a beast that could easily tear it away. It almost looked as if he wouldn’t react, eyes blinking twice and whole body going stiff. Mammon appeared perplexed, before he realized with a frightened whimper there were sharp teeth mere centimeters away from vital arteries.

The quick and shallow breaths started then, as did the thousands of frantic thoughts that tumbled around his head.

   “ Fufufu, is that what you think? ”  Vil adjusts his bowtie for emphasis on the outfit in question, checking himself in his mirror before turning his attention back towards her,  “ It is a common practice for predators to devise a decoy for prey. Once they’re close enough, they’ll be mine. You see? ” Despite this attire not really being a hunter’s strategy, whatsoever ... he can’t help but grin, too amused to keep up the façade of making any of this out to be anymore serious than festivities.