Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160506181938

Seeing Alec oogle at her Clair then threw the pillow at his face, the impact of that felt the same as one of Dunnel's pats on the back. It seemed hunger wasn't the only thing the bloodmoon increased. "Don't you look at me, you filthy pervert!"

On landing the same feathers poofed out from the thrown pillow, some of the feathers falling into the hole and resting there on the thinnest threads of silk. One probably wouldn't even see them unless one had their face pressed up against them.

Behind them the bulky Merc walked into the door his eyes going wide at the sight of the feminine vampire in underwear. "D-duskhelm, what are you doing to Clai.." Before he could realize it the vampire had grabbed a wooden stool and flung it at his face, breaking like it was nothing. The hulking man held his face and grumbled, turning his face away. "Y-You vampire bitc.. You're lucky that thing wasn't stone or you would have hurt someone."

The slumsgirl lapped her arms over her privates, ducking in and making her smaller while glaring at the two men. "Just don't look at me!"