('Maybe there is real danger', good grief. It's a good thing Lucretia can't read minds or Lup would catch some fucking wings for sure.
As it is, she can't, and Lup actually seems to listen to her warnings. Lucretia visibly relaxes as she concedes. Even if Lup tries to do something incredibly idiotic like make a break for it, she's much faster, and could easily catch her before she got too far.)
Yes, that's what I'm saying. (She's fine with this interpretation because she will keep Lup safe, absolutely. She'd do a damn good job of it too, she's pretty strong. And now Lup is being very agreeable now, and a little bit flattering, so Lucretia decides it's her turn to give in. She glances back down at her feathers, ruffling herself up in a way that would be attractive if Lup were also a harpy.)
Okay. If you promise to keep it between your brother and yourself, I'll take a picture with you.
Not that Lup plans on sharing the photo with anyone else, but c'mon, it's gonna happen. We all know it.]
Hell yeah! [Lup's already digging out her phone before Lucretia even finishes speaking, reaching up to throw an arm around the harpy's neck and dragging her in closer. Like she isn't a tiny, weak little human pressed all up tight against a monstrous bird.
Also, fyi, Lup totally thinks the fluffed up feathers are a hot look, harpy or not.]
(Sometimes, if you're a really hot girl, you can easily win people over. Or harpies. Whichever.
Point being is Lucretia watches Lup dig around for her phone with exasperated amusement, hunching her shoulder automatically when Lup pulls her resolutely close for a photo. She's so fragile. Lucretia always forgets how breakable humans are until they start throwing their limbs about the place. She politely extends a wing so that most of the background of the photo is obscured by feathers.)
I'm not sure I know how to do that, (she says, and simply smiles instead; it's tinged with embarrassment. She isn't used to having her photo taken when she gets to control what she looks like! Usually the shots are candid.)
[There's something about a feathered wing extending behind her back that is just strangely hot. That settles it, doesn't it? Lup is a total monster fucker.
Taako must never find out.]
Oh c'mon, look at you. It clearly comes naturally. Just, y'know, pucker your lips out and duck face with me. Gonna be super hot.
[Come on, Lucretia. How can you say no to this weird little breakable human? As abrasive and downright weird as she may be, Lup's grin is infectious and bright, the arm around the harpy's neck giving her a gentle squeeze. The height difference is a little off, but the human girl tips her head towards the other woman's anyway, beaming for the camera.
Lucretia looks to Lup for guidance, and, lo and behold, she is puckering up like she's about to go in for a kiss. Her mouth is very firmly pointed toward the camera though, if not on a slight angle. Lucretia fails to see what exactly is hot about such a gesture, but she copies it nevertheless. Maybe this is just a silly human joke, or–)
Oh, (she says, her feathers ruffling up a little,) I get it, it's– supposed to look like a duck bill, when you do that.
(The whole thing is so stupid she dissolves into laughter, still pressed tight to Lup's side, her arm practically around her.)
[Lup snaps her picture just as the harpy begins to laugh, feathers cutely ruffled up, amusement so obvious in her every note. It's not exactly what Lup asked for, but the picture she receives is so much better. Lucretia looks happy there at her side, pressed up against her, not nearly as imposing a figure as she tried to play just moments earlier.]
Got it in one, babe! Look at you! [Lup draws her phone back in, opening the image to show off to her.] Real cute when your feathers ruffle up like that.
(She looks at it curiously, and wrinkles her nose at the image Lup shows back to her. She looks... completely harmless. Cute, even, like Lup said. It's a strange way to see herself. She looks at it for a long moment, uncertain of how she feels, preening a wing absentmindedly. Eventually, she stops, shakes the wing out and steps away from Lup's side with a soft clearing of her throat.)
(Lucretia just stares at her, and then she starts to laugh. She can't help it, the whole situation is so ridiculous. Lup has carried this on for far too long.)
You've exhausted the joke, you know. No, I don't have a number. I don't even think I'd get service in here.
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As it is, she can't, and Lup actually seems to listen to her warnings. Lucretia visibly relaxes as she concedes. Even if Lup tries to do something incredibly idiotic like make a break for it, she's much faster, and could easily catch her before she got too far.)
Yes, that's what I'm saying. (She's fine with this interpretation because she will keep Lup safe, absolutely. She'd do a damn good job of it too, she's pretty strong. And now Lup is being very agreeable now, and a little bit flattering, so Lucretia decides it's her turn to give in. She glances back down at her feathers, ruffling herself up in a way that would be attractive if Lup were also a harpy.)
Okay. If you promise to keep it between your brother and yourself, I'll take a picture with you.
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Not that Lup plans on sharing the photo with anyone else, but c'mon, it's gonna happen. We all know it.]
Hell yeah! [Lup's already digging out her phone before Lucretia even finishes speaking, reaching up to throw an arm around the harpy's neck and dragging her in closer. Like she isn't a tiny, weak little human pressed all up tight against a monstrous bird.
Also, fyi, Lup totally thinks the fluffed up feathers are a hot look, harpy or not.]
Okay, get ready an' look real hot!
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Point being is Lucretia watches Lup dig around for her phone with exasperated amusement, hunching her shoulder automatically when Lup pulls her resolutely close for a photo. She's so fragile. Lucretia always forgets how breakable humans are until they start throwing their limbs about the place. She politely extends a wing so that most of the background of the photo is obscured by feathers.)
I'm not sure I know how to do that, (she says, and simply smiles instead; it's tinged with embarrassment. She isn't used to having her photo taken when she gets to control what she looks like! Usually the shots are candid.)
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Taako must never find out.]
Oh c'mon, look at you. It clearly comes naturally. Just, y'know, pucker your lips out and duck face with me. Gonna be super hot.
[Come on, Lucretia. How can you say no to this weird little breakable human? As abrasive and downright weird as she may be, Lup's grin is infectious and bright, the arm around the harpy's neck giving her a gentle squeeze. The height difference is a little off, but the human girl tips her head towards the other woman's anyway, beaming for the camera.
Duck face with her!]
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Lucretia looks to Lup for guidance, and, lo and behold, she is puckering up like she's about to go in for a kiss. Her mouth is very firmly pointed toward the camera though, if not on a slight angle. Lucretia fails to see what exactly is hot about such a gesture, but she copies it nevertheless. Maybe this is just a silly human joke, or–)
Oh, (she says, her feathers ruffling up a little,) I get it, it's– supposed to look like a duck bill, when you do that.
(The whole thing is so stupid she dissolves into laughter, still pressed tight to Lup's side, her arm practically around her.)
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Got it in one, babe! Look at you! [Lup draws her phone back in, opening the image to show off to her.] Real cute when your feathers ruffle up like that.
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Right.
Well, you... you got what you came for.
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[Not much else of a reason for the little human to be out wandering the spooky, dark woods now, is there?
...Still -]
You probably don't have a number I can get, huh?
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You've exhausted the joke, you know. No, I don't have a number. I don't even think I'd get service in here.
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[Too long or just long enough?]
How else am I gonna get in touch with you again? We've got chemistry! You must feel it too.
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(She sighs, and wipes her eyes very carefully with a wing.)
Come on. I'll walk you out safely.