Voice Test
[look i am absolute dogshit at coming up with prompts for these and when i do we end up doing something totally different, SO
take your pick
and/or just ask for ridiculous texting
or propose something]
take your pick
and/or just ask for ridiculous texting
or propose something]
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Let us go into the privacy of your room, first.
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Of course.
[luckily it is. the first room down the hall. nyoom. yep, still definitely not a real bedroom.]
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[it's sure not a bedroom, but that means plenty of space for Moon to step out into the middle of the floor and explode. his body shatters into salt and a giant, dark shape slithers out of the broken reality to wind around the room. it's a rush meant to show off and intimidate, with all his scrabbling claws and the sudden rise of black, spiky armor like walls around them ...but he keeps out of the sleeping area, he avoids scratching any screens, and when he finishes his shift, his tail's going thump-thump-thump LOOK AT MEEE]
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And once the transformation is complete, he's pausing to visibly eyerake Moon, take in the details of this impressive form.]
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He rumbles, the sound thudding through the floor, and an echo speaks over Dan Heng's shoulder,]
How do I look?
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[voice soft, as he steps hesitantly closer.]
...May I draw you?
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Certainly. You are an artist?
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[he is actually a very good artist. stepping over to the shelf to grab a notebook.]
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I would like to see it when you are done.
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[notebook, pencil... sitting on the floor with his back to the wall so he has the widest view of Moon in his entirety, letting his gaze linger slowly over him again.]
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[dips his head in a nod, then sets to grooming himself like a very long and snakey cat. nibbling loose scales with his sharp teeth and licking away leftover salt.]
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when he's preened to his satisfaction, he curves his head back to rest on his own neck, half-dozing. his eyes are shut, but there's still the distinct feeling of being watched. the gemstones studded along his brow don't shine quite the way jewels should.]