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[fauned]

( hope you enjoy the view of.. absolutely nothing.

the video feed is dark with the occasional flash of light. sometimes, there's a peek of green and pink fabrics. other times, it's oleander and foxgloves or larkspur - a veritable garden buried in seafoam green hair. just peeks, nothing more. this continues for quite some time!

if there's sound, it's mostly the rustling of fabric and miscellany of bits and bobs. someone is getting into things again like a nosy little rodent. for anyone who might know her, she's oddly quiet. probably sneaking.

and for those guessing: yes she absolutely started the feed by accident when she tucked her phone... wherever it is on her person currently. you wouldn't scare a poor girl witless by making it sound like you're trapped in her pocket, would you? )

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[lupusintus]

Nice to meet you, Miss Calloway, but is it wise to give out your name so easily when you're making trouble?

[ He's only teasing of course, and he'd be a fool not to notice how beautiful she is. She can't see it because the video feed is disabled but he's raising an eyebrow at the chaotic placement of the instruments and the very green hair -- among other things.

He's suddenly reminded of a squirrel stockpiling nuts for the winter months. ]

I believe it. It'd be my pleasure.

[fauned]

( she was trying her hand at the various instruments. turns out she's not all that great in the other ones? a cacophony of concerning wails from poorly played instrument - she probably made it sound like the place was more haunted than it already is. )

Looking forward to it, then!

( then, a quick glance behind her. )

Do you know how to play an instrument?

[lupusintus]

[ That earns her a laugh, both the idea of him playing instruments and her manic energy levels. Only instruments of death, darling. ]

Never learned how, or else I'd teach you.

[fauned]

( aw, what a shame. well, that's alright. she just thought a bit of music would liven up the city a little, given how dull and lifeless it usually is. )

How about singing?

[lupusintus]

[ Even worse, but he'll indulge her a little. ]

Only if sounding like a dying cat counts as singing.

[fauned]

I fancy a good yowl myself.

( - then the phone clatters, as if dropped. it doesn't take long for the image of a particularly scruffy cat to come peeking into the camera's view. orange, big green eyes and mossy paws, purring as she nuzzles right up to her phone. )

[lupusintus]

[ Well, that's a new one. Fortunately, shapeshifting is something he knows a thing or two about, thanks surrogate dad. Playful shock: ]

Miss Calloway!

And to think, you had me believing you were a damsel in distress.

[fauned]

( if cats could smile.. well, this one would be. but she drops the form quickly with a flair of flame and ash. back to her more annoying self! )

That hasn't changed. I've gotten in loads of trouble as little creatures like you wouldn't believe.

[lupusintus]

Now that I believe.

[ She is officially cute as a button; he'll save her any day. ]

I don't know, I think you're trickier than you look. Like it would be a mistake to underestimate you.

[fauned]

You think so?

( haha, now what ever could've given him that impression.. )

I don't bite.

..


.. Too hard.

[lupusintus]

Those mossy paws look mighty dangerous.

I'll keep that in mind.