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Guys, is it Khorne time?
Alana: "Really? That's really cool. Your horns are cute-"
She clasped her hands in shock upon the realisation of what she had just said, and her face became beet red rather quickly from embarrassment.
Octavian would laugh a little at this.
hugs the bird
Alana would be blushing slightly but would attempt to compose herself before continuing.
Alana: (tripping over her words) "Erm, yeah, so... as I was saying, that's really cool..." (under her breath) "Cute."
She would go beet red again. Clearly the effort made to compose herself had not worked.
Octavian: "Well, uh... thank you, ma'am."
Irulan doesn't notice.
Alana would take a few sips of whiskey.
Alana: "Can I pet them?"
She would smile eagerly
It's always time for Khorne flakes.
Accipitridia and Untecna
Isabella grabs her stuffed animal from underbher chair, then she looks at irulan
Octavian: "Uh... sure, why not?"
irulan not caring
Isabella: "So do you have an actual name?"
Irulan: "...ew, it's you again."
Alana gently patted Octavian's horns. Her touch was quite delicate and probably felt like little more than a breeze.
Alana: "Smooth. Cute."
Octavian: "If you don't mind my asking, what is your name, ma'am?"
Isabella: "That's kinda rude."
Alana: "I'm Alana, you can call me Alya if you'd like, mister Octavian."
Octavian: "Alright then. Nice name."
Irulan: "Filthy goat..."
Isabella: "I'm clearly a monster."
Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne, Milk for the Khorne Flakes?
Rats for the Great Horned Rat
Irulan: "You're a filthy goat."
This pleases the Space Skaven
Isabella: "Are you okay?"
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