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[katyafeline]

Katya has not been allowed to go shopping, properly, in a long time. Sure she can get what she needs from Bar, but... shopping. It is different. So, in consequence, she hasn't been able to change her look in a while

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[27_53]

So first there is a fish-girl.

Now there is a bird-man.

Skellig is watching the ever-changing hair colors with some interest.

"I like red," he comments idly.

(His feet are bare, but he is wearing his coat.)

[katyafeline]

"It is a fun color, yes, but I always manage to make it look hennaed. I cannot seem to get a natural color." She sulks, examining how the ebony looks.

[27_53]

"That is too dark."

Without invitation, he moves closer -- and while he really wants to perch on the arm of the couch, he settles for straddling a backwards-facing chair.

(It is her couch. So she gets to sit on it.)

[katyafeline]

"Da, but it would be terribly dramatic." With a twist of her fingers she darkens her eyes and brows, and lightens her complexion, becoming every goth-girl's envy.

"But then I should have to become serious, and like dreary poetry."

[27_53]

"You become serious...don't think so."

She's too full of Light to do that. Entirely, anyway.

[katyafeline]

"Bah. You've never seen me with my gameface on. Grr." She grins, and with it her features return to their currently normal state.

[27_53]

He smiles, because while yes, she is a predator...he is a predator too. He understands. She is not like Them.

"There is always tomorrow," he reminds her. "For games and faces."

[katyafeline]

"Suppose so." That is what Olya says. But Olya gets to go back and patrol and tear strips out of Dark Others who step a toe over the line and generally gets the exercise that she's denied.

Bored Other is painfully bored.

[27_53]

"...or is it not?"

He can tell she's bored. He just wonders why.

[katyafeline]

There's a part of her that hates, in any situation, to allow for weaknesses. She has learned to be on guard since she was lost and found in the Moscow Zoo.

"I..." She looks wary, as if expecting some trap to spring on her, "I have not been back to Moscow."

[27_53]

[katyafeline]

"Always." Her expression relaxes a little - she knows that pattern. "I... there has never been a door."

[27_53]

Skellig beckons at a waitrat -- it approaches but pauses to take his order at a distance. He asks for vodkas and a plate of egg rolls.

Then he glances at the wall.

"When I was bit by the snake, mine was gone until the doctor said I was better. But it is back now."

A beat.

"You could come to visit?"

[katyafeline]

Her expression brightens precipitiously.

And then Skellig is tacklehugged.

...

The narration believes she likes that idea.

[27_53]

"Oof!"

He laughs as he is tacklehugged, and does not mind the fact that the sudden force of her body impacting his nearly topples him to the floor.

(Tigers weigh more than owls. This is a fact.)

"I'm sure we will find something to do."

And maybe even something to hunt.

[katyafeline]

"That would be fantastic!" She crows as she helps right him and his chair again. "I have been to Arizona, with William, but he is not..." She pauses, waving a hand thoughtfully. "Well, he isn't. He's human. It's different."