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[randomsbastard]

Even the most casual of glances at the life of Martin, bastard son of Random of Amber, would see a trail of blood loss and blithe carelessness of the integrity of skin (his and that of other people) a mile wide

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[female_were]

As interesting as he'd be as a yuppie, Raina is glad that he won't be one.

She'd decided to spend some time outside after breakfast, which is why she's entering from the back door. And despite being outside, she's barefoot.

Spotting Martin, she makes her way over easily and settles next to him. "Hello my lamb."

[randomsbastard]

An arm slides around her waist, he swallows, and then a fork's worth of bratwurst is held up for her. So more like an entire braut, but whatever. "Hey, bitch. How're you doing today?"

Feeding first. Kissing later.

[female_were]

She settles against him and tags the offered food. Chewing and swallowing before answering. Choking isn't on her to do list. "Fairly well. Trying to ignore the weird coffee drinks that appear when I order coffee."

And, since he's eating, she leans and nips his neck lightly. "How are you today?" It's more purred than said.

[randomsbastard]

"Nothing had better mess with my coffee." He'd break Raina's bones over the coffee, so the threat is a very, very real one.

Another cup of blacker-than-sin coffee shows up, rapidly. As he isn't finished with his first cup, he hands that to Raina. Its got to be emotion. "Doing okay. Planning for spring, I'm going to see if I can get an acre or so on the other side of the lake."