#straycatherine

@straycatherine

The sugared drinks of mixed rum burns pleasantly within Roland's blood, and his blush is vibrant, peaking, riddled up onto his ears, and his beam is wide and bashful, happy to be seen.

Chopper uneasily lowered his head, his eyes glancing at the ground as he realized his question may have been seen as insensitive. In a world full of many races, he never thought that asking about one's humanity was an issue, but he had a sheltered upbringing. Perhaps he had much to learn about social cues after all.

"My bad. I didn't realize it was a sensitive topic!" He bowed his head apologetically as one would tend to do in this country.

“Rrr…” Ash purred as he ran his hands up and down Catherine’s waist. The two had met up at the Stray Sheep again, though they were both sober for this. Their conversations had been flirtatious up to this point, but tonight they’d gotten a little steamy. One remark led to another and soon enough, she and Ash were at her apartment, her back against the wall as he ran his lips along her neck. Hearing her words and feeling her pull him, Ash chuckled, then held her chin tenderly and looked her in the eyes.

“Really~? Tell me more, Catherine~ Is there anything else you want~? Anything I can do to coax some louder sounds from you~?”

Spending New Years with Catherine was a delight. And just the two of them too. As the clocks finally turned twelve, he turned to her with a smile.

Volker wasn’t usually the type to patrol bars, but recently he’d gotten a hold of a few loose threads which told him there might be a man here that knew about his brother’s condition. So far, it seemed like a bust, though, and he was considering just walking out when he noticed HER.

He smiled when she agreed to a drink, promptly flagged the bartender down for the stuff.

“Here ya’ are. Gin, neat.” Volker set in on the woman’s table himself, unable to help but to note the fact they both were blonde.