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The ghoul's head cocked, a frown replacing the smile as the poor boil answered her question. "Oh..." Well that was just tragic, wasn't it?

"You're interesting," she assured him, keeping her cradling hold on his cheeks. "I think so. Very interesting. All colorful, and bashful, and sweet enough to eat." She lay a kiss on his nose, and bright lips ticked up in a smile once again.

Her tail flicked around her ankles, wings settling, and she straightened up, shoulders back. "I have an idea." A conspiratory glean glittered in red eyes. "You and I, we're going to be friends." Tone suggested he didn't really have a whole lot of choice in the matter.

"Not dull," she insisted, giving his face another little shake. "Just different." There had been wings of all colors back home. Some with more green, some all blue, some dark, some light. They were all beautiful. "There is nothing wrong with different, Bonito. The same is boring.

At his request she gave a giggling chirrup, finally releasing his cheeks but only so she could loop arms around him, hands disappearing beneath his wings as she leaned in. "No eating? Are you sure?" Her head tilted, dainty fangs flashing as they caught the light. "Not even a nibble?" One scarlet brow arched.

"Aren't you just the cutest thing." His own double entendre had gone right over his precious head. She couldn't help it, she leaned in a lay a wet kiss on his cheek, finally letting him go despite the brush of bangles against her sides. Her hands did hover though, ready to catch him if it seemed like he might topple over.

"Don't worry about it." She feared an explanation might make him faint.

Brows twitched up at the question, and the ghoul's grin went almost predatory. Another taste, another touch. She giggled, reaching for his wrists as she stepped into him. "Mmhmm." One tanned hand was placed on her hip, the other would find pale fingers sliding between his own.

She watched those wings rise up to fan around them, and a soft, amused little giggle leaked past full lips. It was endearingly cute, and her own wings rose up , nit quite mirroring him, but spread in a soft fan at her back.

The kiss was a soft thing, feather light, and he leaned back against before she'd have a change to make anything more of it. It left her blinking at him, head titled gently to one side in birdlike curiosity as she traced the tip of her tongue along her lower lip.

"What's wrong with you?" And wasn't she cute? She'd almost asked it, almost teased him, but his tone of voice and the set of his shoulders said very clearly that his comment had been serious. Honestly, she didn't understand what he was trying to tell her. She saw a cute, bashful boil standing before her, and what was wrong with that?

Fingertips coming to light on his sides, she leaned in so she could lay her mouth against the line of his neck, laying a delicate kis against his pulse, and working her way up to his jaw. "The you that you are now, that you, is here now, with me. Is that so bad?"

She frowned, lips moving against his neck, but instead of moving back she pressed closer, the hands at his sides sliding around until she was hugging him. It wasn't news to her that she could make it hard for others to think, and generally that knowledge amused her, though in this instance she really just wanted to make him smile. He seemed like such a sweet boil.

In the interest of kindness, she shifted her affections from distracting to comforting, the warmth of her cheek sliding in a gentle nuzzle against the edge of his jaw. "If I'm really what?" From the stammering she had an idea what he was trying to articulate, and it made her wonder if there were folks about that would really be so cruel.

Okay, maybe there were folks around that were that cruel.

Merry leaned back, head tipping to the side as she frowned at him. "Pachua." She let him go, but only so she could cup his cheeks in her palms again so he'd have to meet her eyes. She wanted to ask him who was filling his head with all these ideas that he was somehow less, but she'd only just met him, and it really wasn't her place to pry.

So instead she shook her head, a soft smile replacing the sad frown. "I'm not teasing you." She wasn't an exclusive sort of ghoul, but she didn't string creeple along. It was mean. For all her quirks, Merry was a very genuine individual.

A soft peck was placed on the tip of his nose, then another on his lips. "There is nothing wrong with you." And she meant it, the chimera always willing to believe the best of anyone upon first meeting. Pachua struck her as sincere, and kind, and he was cute, and utterly adorable. Why wouldn't she like him?