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[transfusionem]

Adelaide Cooke
UN: wellcooked

STATUS: Undergraduate

ACCOLADES: None yet! But soon!

BIO: I'm new here and extra new to all of this magic stuff! Please be patient with me!

© TESSISAMESS

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[bolderfell]

[No, he just hasn't memorized the Vampire Lore.]

Huh. Have to find a way around that one of these days.

[While she's looking away, he looks her over. How would he even tell if something weird happened between her and Maverick?]

[transfusionem]

Do you want to surprise me that badly?

[The oven dings, and Adelaide wastes no time in taking a peek at the cookies. They look done, so she sets them aside to chill.]

I'm not sure why you'd want to.

[bolderfell]

It's not that. It'd be useful against anyone else that could hear me.

[Other vampires, robots with enhanced sensors, superpowered rabbits... the usual adversaries of college-age students everywhere.]

Is it hearing? Or something else?

[transfusionem]

Uh huh.

[Who are you hiding from, Therion?]

It's mostly hearing, but it's not just that. I can just...feel it, you know? Like some sort of sixth sense.

[bolderfell]

[Please see: bitch, everybody]

Hm. Might help you guess when someone's lying to you, too.

[...]

Hey, were you... on either of those rescue missions?

[transfusionem]

Yeah, but I try not to pay too much attention to it if I can help it. It's kind of invasive.

[She blinks at the question, before nodding.]

Yeah. The one at Sumeragi...

[bolderfell]

[Maybe that's it, then. That'd explain why Maverick's so worried about her.]

I heard it was pretty bad.

[There is a KID in a COMA, Therion.]

...How are you holding up?

[transfusionem]

...Yeah. What they were doing to those kids is fucked up.

[Not to mention Gunvolt. She doesn't even know what happened there.]

I'm...doing okay, though. I mean. It sucks and I wish there was more that I could do, but...We did what we could.

[bolderfell]

Yeah. I'm sure you did a lot.

[Close on the heels of his conversation with Maverick, though, the words don't sound like enough. This isn't his forte, damn it. He adjusts his hoodie.]

I mean that. When a kid's in a situation like that, having someone step in... It would've meant a lot to them, is what I'm saying.

[transfusionem]

Well we managed not to kill anyone, so I'd consider it a success.

[Though she's not sure how Elise will adjust to normal.

She looks over at him, considering his words for a moment.]

...Yeah. I think we did the right thing.

[bolderfell]

Of course you did.

[Very matter-of-fact. He glances sidelong at her, then shrugs.]

It's something you're good at.

[transfusionem]

[Eh.]

Ah?

[She blinks at him, confused for a moment.]

I mean, I guess.

[bolderfell]

[Wow, don't look at him like that. He glances away again with a quiet huff.]

Just saying. Anyone with eyes can see it.

[transfusionem]

[She's gonna look at him how she wants, you're not the boss of her!]

See what?

[That she's an idiot?]

[bolderfell]

[She's embarRASSING HIM.]

That you try. To do the right thing.

[transfusionem]

[Good!!]

Oh.

[...]

Well, I think most people do that. It's not that special.

[bolderfell]

...

[Uh-huh.]

Whatever. Either way, people appreciate it. So. Good job.

[Are the cookies done cooling yet? Time for Swiper to swipe.]

[transfusionem]

[Pfff-]

Alright, Mr. Short, Dark, and Cynical.

[She rolls her eyes, laughing.]

Thanks, I guess.

[And yes the cookies are cool enough to be swiped.]

[bolderfell]

[He eyes her as he chews a piece of cookie, then shrugs and goes on his merry way.]

You're welcome. I guess.