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An aerial getaway? Another mrrp? is answered by Cherry's hand cryptically floating in the air. There isn't a giant list of things that fly, and Gavin severely doubts Cherry knows a dragon willing to help. Skeptically, he glares out the corner of his eye.
Is Cherry close to another djinn? He sniffs, scrounging for whiffs of magic that aren't Jessie's.
"Its not a great insult if I don't know what a 'fonchock' is! As far as I'm concerned, fonchock means 'greatest, most amazing colleague and respected friend'. So great, let's make it the code word."
Where are they going to get blood bags? People don't have blood convenience stores.
Well. Humans don't anyways...
The turbulent grooming has smoothed out into a softer turn of pace, comparatively. He can't feel the wetness of whatever's being sprayed on him, but he can sense the heaviness. And the way it makes his tight knots give a little easier. The tension release of a thousand little hairs pulling skin is an itchy relief. How had he not noticed how uncomfortable it was? He pushes his head into Cherry's hands again, looking for a proper scratch.
Kneading the metal in his grasp, he measures the length using his own wrist. Such an odd look, fur fluffed up against metal. Jessie's might be about...two sizes up. Cuffing a djinn isn't done, usually. Typically you want a snare, something that can be snapped tight fast but still thick and strong enough to hold runes. Lasso a djinn, get it to shift, and you've got a mole or an otter instead of an eight foot monster.
But in Jessie's case? A hyena isn't really an improvement. If he could get her mouth shut without losing a hand he could hold her down, but so? In this scenario he can't live on top of her forever.
"To save them, obviously. Or doom them to finding new, abusive masters. Which... was a waste of time."
If Sterling gave him back a petal to hurt him rather than to show there's no sore feelings, then bravo, he hurt him.
"Maybe it was around the same time you hunted them. Don't think I didn't notice your little...thing with Jessie. Not a lotta good guys she knows, is all I'm saying. My family-! Well, they don't sell djinn! They had some decency. In fact, my sister would probably have hunted you."
Is Cherry close to another djinn? He sniffs, scrounging for whiffs of magic that aren't Jessie's.
"Its not a great insult if I don't know what a 'fonchock' is! As far as I'm concerned, fonchock means 'greatest, most amazing colleague and respected friend'. So great, let's make it the code word."
Where are they going to get blood bags? People don't have blood convenience stores.
Well. Humans don't anyways...
The turbulent grooming has smoothed out into a softer turn of pace, comparatively. He can't feel the wetness of whatever's being sprayed on him, but he can sense the heaviness. And the way it makes his tight knots give a little easier. The tension release of a thousand little hairs pulling skin is an itchy relief. How had he not noticed how uncomfortable it was? He pushes his head into Cherry's hands again, looking for a proper scratch.
Kneading the metal in his grasp, he measures the length using his own wrist. Such an odd look, fur fluffed up against metal. Jessie's might be about...two sizes up. Cuffing a djinn isn't done, usually. Typically you want a snare, something that can be snapped tight fast but still thick and strong enough to hold runes. Lasso a djinn, get it to shift, and you've got a mole or an otter instead of an eight foot monster.
But in Jessie's case? A hyena isn't really an improvement. If he could get her mouth shut without losing a hand he could hold her down, but so? In this scenario he can't live on top of her forever.
"To save them, obviously. Or doom them to finding new, abusive masters. Which... was a waste of time."
If Sterling gave him back a petal to hurt him rather than to show there's no sore feelings, then bravo, he hurt him.
"Maybe it was around the same time you hunted them. Don't think I didn't notice your little...thing with Jessie. Not a lotta good guys she knows, is all I'm saying. My family-! Well, they don't sell djinn! They had some decency. In fact, my sister would probably have hunted you."