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robopriest) wrote2025-11-03 09:02 pm
robopriest) wrote2025-11-03 09:02 pm
PC WITH ANAXAGORAS
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
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[He's not sorry. He pats the space next to him as an invitation, delighted grin quite toothy.]
Come here if you're not scared of the big bad wolf. I want to see you up close.
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[ Anaxagoras' tone is appropriately adequately dry with the sarcasm he grants! But, he is well used to Hansa's antics by now...such that he actually takes him up on the invitation, heading on over to where the other man has pat the space, settling himself down in the spot.
That toothy grin has no rights being endearing. Bah. ]
Well, do take a long and hard look, holy wolfman. [ It's a little ironic, considering who just passed, but...it doesn't look bad on Hansa. ] It appears I've been granted the features of a dromas - in minute ways, of course.
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[So now, he has a look. Twisting horns, like that of a dinosaur.]
[He tilts his head.]
I will admit to not knowing what a dromas is.
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[ So, he was correct after all...he's almost a bit distracted by the fact that excited tail was thumping quite loudly, for a moment.
Anaxagoras even can't help a little smile come upon his face. Both because of that and the implied question.
...Right, he can immediately focus on it because it's a topic he enjoys. ]
A dromas is a type of draconic species from Amphoreus. They are created from the titan, Georios. [ Or so is the known mythos. ] Such beings can grow to be quite large, and as such, it is unsurprising that their appetites are accordingly big. They are intelligent, able to understand communication well despite being a separate species from humans. Of course, given this fact, it is no surprise that they're quick and adaptive learners.
There is much to like about them! And that is merely just the beginning, Hansa.
[ He is trying to say this all factual, but there is the telltale tone of excitement slipping in...the slight sparkle in his eyes. Yeah, he's fooling no one. ]
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[Do NOT pay attention to the tail! Please! Ugh. Time to listen to dromas facts, which...do sound like dinosaurs, the more he talks. Though not quite on point on the intelligence part.]
They sound fascinating. [Oh, he detects that excitement, his smile widening - Anaxagoras, excited about something? This is a treat.] I'm guessing you like these creatures...just a bit. Just a bit!
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[ A little too late for Anaxagoras to suddenly have forgotten what he has seen...because he has Not. This would be a situation wherein "how the turnstables" can exist if not for the way the other man points out...all of that. ]
What's with that look on your face? [ Damnit, he doesn't even sound as put out as he'd like, despite the brief sigh that escapes him! The fondness as he talks seeps back in... ] But, yes, you'd be correct. There is a bit to like about them. From their horns, their tails, their cu - I mean, their faces.
Of course, I don't do this to an excessive amount. Merely, what is reasonable, given that they are fundamentally a pillar of society.
...It's too bad I can't show you an image of what they look like.
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[He says, with a smile that seems like it should belong to a mischevious elf, and not a respectable member of society who is a priest.]
Their cu...? Go on. [Hehe HEEE] But it is a shame! I'd love to see something that gives you such happiness. In the meantime...
[He reaches up with his hands, tugs at the other's horns a little. His tail is still wagging, his eye almost closed with child-like delight.]
I'll just have to go with its wonderful representative.
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[ The mischievous smile tells all, a story that Anaxagoras himself is certain that he knows the details of. Of a trickster priest!
He's letting out a huff or not, since he hears that tease. He will not ramble about how cute dromas are. He will not! But, he really does wish he could show him a picture, and maybe he fixated a bit on Hansa's words. He'd love to see something that gives him happiness...? And that's why... ]
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H-Hansa, you...!
[ Anaxagoras is going to get back at him. Just wait and see! He reaches for...ears. His fingers go reach for Hansa's cute wolf ears - ]
Fine, then. Two people can play at that!
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[And oh, now HIS ears are being tugged? Ouch? But that's kind of a mixture of acute discomfort and something mildly pleasurable - his tail is standing up straight as he's wincing.]
At least you have the horns... [They can't FEEL things! Hansa no longer tugs, but hes sti holding onto them, like one would a steering wheel.] Do leave my ears alone, cruel Professor!
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Does - did that hurt?
[ Carefully settling his grip to be more gentle himself, holding them with care - how can he not have considered? Maybe if he r - ah, he realizes what he's thinking, beginning to pull his hands away.
Somehow, his heart is pounding a little, barely realizing Hansa's hands are still there. ]
My apologies. I did not mean to - does it still ache...?
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[He was trying to exaggerate his reaction as a joke, but now he's hearing the other man's voice - his eye flits up, seeing the concern written all over his face. A pang throbs in his chest. It feels like how years ago, he was a child who was despondent at the fact that his fun with the other children at the church's orphanage got one of them hurt.]
No. No, it's okay. [His voice is softer now, one of his hands trying to reassuringly grasp the man's shoulder. Anaxagoras' hand are warm on these new ears. It was just a tug. Right now, it's okay.] You didn't hurt me. It was just a little uncomfortable.
[It's....maybe a little more than okay, but he is not going to think about the weird churn of feelings, here. Damn. Maybe he's more dog than wolf, here.]
...You can keep touching them. They're soft, aren't they?
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I see. If that is the case, then all is well. Since you're just playing around, hm?
[ A soft admonishment as he takes note of the comforting hand on his shoulder; it surprised him a bit too, but he didn't tense, or push it off. Instead, he lets his hands stay and his fingers begin to lightly touch at those ears of the wolfdog (?) priest. ]
It is also as you have - they are quite soft, yes. Fascinating, and quite a sight - it is hard to believe they're real. Though, they do suit your temperament in a certain way.
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[...It feels comforting, somehow. Like getting a pat on the head when he was a child.]
[He doesn't move away, his eye drifting down, unsure where to look. It's almost like he's self-conscious, which is not something he's used to whatsoever. It must be something about these ears surely.]
You think they fit? I wonder why.
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What could it mean? Anaxagoras is only more curious to find out; although this seemed to be incurred from a slight misunderstanding, it also allowed him to see another side of Hansa he hadn't anticipated. His touch remains light and consistent all the while. ]
Many think of wolves as simply solitary beings. But they forget that they are highly sociable. As well as underneath hold a gentle nature.
...Hm, and I will not forget - a propensity towards a playfulness as well.
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[.....Really got it in one, huh.]
[The touching is continuing. Hansa is surprised to feel a little warmth, like a flame, seeping into the back of his neck.]
[He is doing his best to ignore it, instead sort of tickling behind that horn he's still holding.]
Are dromas playful, too? Heh.
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[ ...Like a dromas. Smh at this man. He sounds? A little proud of that somehow.
Anaxagoras then lets out a sudden little laugh at some point at the tickling, looking surprised, one hand going to his mouth for a second, face flushing slightly. Hansa may be blushing (?) where Anaxagoras can't see, but that isn't the case with Anaxa's face clearly slightly reddened. ]
That tickles, just so you know!
[ He clears his throat, and then does answer, one hand still consistent with the little ear rubs, or scritches, as it is called. ]
Dromas tend to be rather peaceful, relaxed beings. They are difficult to rouse into anger, for example - and in normal circumstances, anyway. Though, they can have a playful temperament depending on how they are raised. But, that too is uncommon.
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Does it? I should do it more.
[He will give him a reprieve though for a little moment to listen to his explanation, even as that warmth is spreading into his ears, now. His voice is quieter, feeling more distracted by the touch by the second. Embarrassing! That's embarrassing.]
You're not relaxed or peaceful. [Another little scratch behind the horns.] Then again, maybe its because of me.
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Oh, should you now?
[ Maybe the question is who is embarrassing who? But, with the way Hansa's voice is getting quieter, he's focusing right on that as well. Clearly, his actions are having an effect.
He's also about to respond to that other statement at first, but then the little scratch comes out, and a short, brief sound escapes him. It was not a laugh. Nope. It didn't cause more red to leap onto his face, either.
(It was. And, it did.) ]
Tsk. Maybe it is because of you. You're quite the wolfish troublemaker...though, you're proud of that, aren't you?
[ Sneaking one of his hands back on over to give both of those ears some more attention. ]
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[Ah, here's a new instinct coming on. Here it goes. His leg is moving, and its...]
[Thumping a little against the floor.]
[God, this is demoralizing, but sort of in a very pleasurable way. This is EMBARRASSING.]
[He's throwing down a hand to put that leg down THANK YOU...even as he's tilting his head to offer him a tooth-filled smile.]
If I said "yes", would you blush more for me?
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For a moment he is almost wholly distracted by the entirety of the wolfpuppy Hansa vibes is embodying all the while. It's incredible. For a small moment, his lips turn upwards, kind of - charmed? Cute...he moves one hand atop that head too for a moment.
Then, he says that. Damnit! Even his ears feel like they're burning. ]
Why would I do that? After all, you're the one being like this. Hmph, I had no idea you liked it this much.
...Yet, like this, I cannot find myself looking away.
[ He's saying this softly all the while, but also half-blurting this out because his face did unfortunately darken a tad more, feeling it burn all the while. Anaxagoras hopes it embarrasses Hansa more instead. His...strangely endearing self. ]
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[He said that?]
[In that tone?]
[That warmth isn't in his neck. It isn't in his ears. It's almost certainly found itself a home in his cheeks now, like its wanting to burn him up from the inside.]
[Hansa freezes, a little speechless as the words settle in - said like THAT - and pulls his own hands back to shelter in his lap. One hand moves to rub over his mouth as he glances away (as much as he loathes to, Anaxagoras looks stunning in that warm color), as if that could make some pitiful attempt at hiding the red in his face.]
I think this is really getting to us, haha...we need to take a breather.
[It's the effect of the animal features. Of course.]
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...Exactly.
That's exactly what's happening.
[ Anaxagoras says this quickly, bringing his hands back to himself with a swiftness himself.
He's sitting there, surprised at himself.
...The idea is also frightening. Yes, animal features. There's no way Hansa would have normally become embarrassed otherwise. Even himself... ]
Tsk, perhaps I was too elated by being a dromas. Perhaps...it was the animalistic nature that was the fault for us both.
[ He can even allow an out for them both, clearing his throat, looking away finally for a moment as well, because if he keeps staring...well. ]
...More importantly, what we should be doing is focusing on the dire implications of ah, our situation. There's something I probably should mention to you based upon my weekly observations, after all.
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[Dire implications. He has to repeat that a few times in his head. Calm down. They were just having fun. They got qualities they can't control now. It's alright. It's fine. Breathe in and out.]
Hm. [A little huff, collecting himself, as he glances back at the other man.] Okay! Tell me about it. Let's hear it.
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[ It was all just in the name of an animalistic biological impulse - which manifested in a desire for nonsense, or otherwise.
He lets out a little breath of his own, and, surprisingly, his expression becomes a bit serious. ]
...Do you remember when I spoke about observing the sky before?
I've kept it up this week as well. I noticed now that it appears stars - or planets - dimmed, though have not decreased in number.
There is now also a swirl in the subtle shift I recognized before.
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