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Floretta is clad in a pink, zip-up hoodie, fashionably torn jeans, running shoes, her skin warm with life. She waits for the spur-of-the-moment appointment she made with Eyrgjafa, an easy little smile on her as she balance from side to side, near the shelter she'd found through her work with charities.
"Hey, Floretta," Eyrgjafa calls as she approaches, smiling at the other vampire. She's dressed fairly casually today - flats, black jeans, black denim jacket. "How've you been?" She's also Blushed, which isn't unusual - more than one of her main hunting strategies involve pretending to still be human.
There's the roar of an engine as Sledge pulls up on that gaudy, chrome bike of hers. She screeches to a halt in a parking space, kills the engine, and throws down her kickstand before dismounting.
Her helmet comes off, revealing her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair. "I thought I recognized you, Eyrg... j... uhh. Eyr!"
She's wearing a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees and thighs, boots, a crop top, and a firetruck red leather jacket. Sledge hooks her thumbs into her pockets on the way over.
"Hey, I'm really happy to be doing this, I've been looking forward to this. So glad you had time tonight." she turn her attention toward the ride stopping by, her eyebrow raising at the approach of the loud, it drew a different kind of smile. Her beast stirs and stares too intensely for just a moment before the casual smile return. "You know each others?"
"No problem, I've been meaning to do this for-" Eyrgjafa gets cut off by the screech of a bike. "Yeah. Floretta, this is Sledge. Sledge, Floretta." She glances at the Carthian. "Still having trouble with my name?"
"I mean, it's only like... two hundred years older than me or something." Sledge shrugs as if this were defense enough. She thrusts her hand out for Floretta to shake. "What up, I'm Sledge. Like the lady already said. How's it goin'?"
She shifts her weight, cocking her hip to the side and adopting a relaxed stance with the helmet cradled in the crook of her arm.
"It's going fantastic, we're going to get some little furry companions for ourselves." Yes she was under no illusion she'd be able to resist the animals. She looks at the Bruja with a little tilt of her head then at Eyrgjafa. "Hey by the way, I met Guy earlier at Fairmount park on my way here."
"Oh? How is Guy?" She glances between the two for a moment, then exhales. "Hey, Sledge? I'm cool with you coming along if Floretta is, but we did have plans. So."
"Oh, I would hate to intrude I'm just here to pick up a new leash - my, uhh. Nevermind, let's not pursue this line of questions." She retracts her hand, shoving both hands into her jacket pockets with a grin. "Oh yeah, Guy's a good guy. Love that Guy, but what's this about furries, now?"
Sledge wiggles her eyebrow and sticks out her tongue. She wiggles it loudly, and you can see her shiny tongue piercing.
"He met up with a little angry woman who was throwing books around, it was pretty awesome meeting them." She answer to Eyrgjafa with a little nod, smiling to Sledge too. "Sure, whatever works, I'm not judging, come and get what you need from the shop."
Sledge's antics get Eyrgjafa opening her mouth... then closing it again. "Whatever it is, I'm sure I don't actually want to know." She starts towards the door of the shop. "C'mon, you two. Let's do this thing."
"Oh, yeah. Petra. She's real sweet. He won't shut the fuck up about her lately, though. It's cute but also disgusting. Took him out to get clothes for his date, because My Guy's idea of formalwear involves fucking armor so that wasn't going to fly."
Sledge follows behind Eyr, spinning her keys on her index finger absentmindedly. "It's a popular internet subculture that characterizes itself with anthropomorphic characters." Beat. "Guy named our little outfit The Hellhounds, which I think means we have a communal fursona."
Floretta goes forward to the pet store/shelter with a hand dragging down her face and she seems to be smiling nonetheless. She pluck her phone from her pick hoodie, which has a case with blue, pink and white stripes on it (trans pride flag). She sends a text message and put it back into her pocket. "Alright, door should be unlocked and let us in." She look over her shoulder. "I'm sure the costume would look magical."
"...I really don't think they make fucking armour, Sledge." Eyrgjafa's voice is deadpan. She nods to Floretta, pushing the door open and holding it for the other two once she's in. "What kind of animal are you looking for?"
"The costume is a leather jacket - and of course they make fuckin' armor, Eyr. That's what the codpiece is for - so you can unscrew it like a bottle cap and get at your bits. That's just basic history shit. It's all fucking armor if you try hard enough." God, it's a good thing she's pretty because she's sure not smart.
Floretta seems rather overjoyed with the opportunity presented to her and the staff takes to the back, where the various animals are kept at this hour. Several row of supplies for pet are arranged for them, leash and food and all.
The kennels are filled with various animals, young and older. the more exotic variety like lizards or fishes are still in their place in the shop. A few dogs and cats stir in their cages at their approach. "Oh god, so many cuties."
"...You know what? Sure. That's definitely what a codpiece was for." Eyrgjafa snickers to herself at Floretta's cooing, inspecting the cats carefully. She's probably going to have to ghoul whichever she picks, but she wants one young enough that it'd last a while anyway. Less risk of drawing attention from the neighbours in a decade's time that way.
Sledge, idiot that she is, at least knows herself well enough to know that she has no business taking care of a pet. This does not stop her from pressing her nose up against the metaphorical glass and making ridiculous baby-voice chatter to every single dog she encounters.
It seems as if Floretta makes the same kind of noise when she meets just about any of the animals. She reaches out between the bars of a particular dog she seems to find entertaining and get nibbled on. "Right, I'm a Disney Princess!" that's one way to put you just remembered you have Animalism. "This one seems to like me, so I'm taking him." she point to a small, brown, curly furred puppy who seems thrilled to see her.
Eyrgjafa does not have Animalism, but she's more than fast enough to dodge any swiping claws, and was careful to wear clothes sturdy enough they wouldn't penetrate far anyway. It takes her longer than Floretta to decide, but eventually she selects a black-furred kitten about a year old.
Sledge is enamoured with an older pitbull with light gray fur, and a wuvable widdle face. The dog is huge - and sits somewhere about waist-height for the petite gangrel. Her name is Princess, and Sledge is about to make a bad decision. One that's gonna require a ride home in something that isn't a motorcycle.
"Look at her little faaaace. She's so cute I'm going to diiiiiiie." Beat. "... did one of you ride here in an enclosed vehicle, by the way? Please enable me."
"I can partially Enable you if you want, I have a big SUV and it's not parked super far from here, but you'll have to cover the fee for the dog,." She looks to Sledge as she says. She turns to face the dog she chose. Floretta acquires the puppy and goes to sign the proper paperwork and pay the cost for herself.
"One question, Sledge. How do you plan to take care of her?" Beat. "Actually, make that two: do you even know if where you're living allows animals?" Eyrgjafa waits for Floretta to be done before going and filling out the paperwork herself.
"Yeah, my apartment allows pets and I'm a fuckin' well-off bitch, so no need to cover the adoption fee - or worry about whether or not I can afford to take care of her." Sledge takes a knee and makes a bunch of kissy faces at the pup. "It just means Cory'll have to stay at my place more often since I'll have to take her out and shit." Beat. "The dog, I mean. Not Cory."
Floretta finishes paying and signing the paper work, she gather the supplies she got and everything. "Well, sound like that's going to a fun full life for your new friend." she smiles at her own new friend. "I'll have to find you a name." and a look to Eyrgjafa "Did you already pick your cat's name or did they already have one?"
"Hm? Oh, I'm going to go with Sótta." Eyrgjafa shrugs. "It was the name of one of my family's cats, back home." She glances up at Floretta. "What're you thinking of calling your dog?"
Werewife (Memento/Sledge/Sturm)Today at 6:26 AM
Sledge whips out a wallet from her jacket pocket - and grabs two nice, faux-leather leashes from a nearby rack - on her way to the front to adopt Princess. On recommendation, she grabs whatever type of food the pet store has already been feeding her - so changing isn't hard on her stomach.
"So d'you mind if I borrow your SUV for dog and food, Floretta? I'll go slow so you can follow me to my place."
"Either going with a complicated, obscure name that I need to think about and google." She looks at them both with a smile. "Or something like, either George or Herbert." then she looks to Sledge. "I don't mind driving your stuff there." She looks at Eyrgjafa "Do you need a ride too?"
"Nah, I have a car. And I live out in the suburbs, so." Eyrgjafa shrugs. "Have fun, you two."
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