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Remy/Oleander-- TFLN prompts

[fauxbulous]

1.
shut up, I wear heels bigger than your dick.

2.
I'm a 5'0" ball of sexual frustration and vodka. It's that kind of night.

3.
I'm going to sing sad and lonely Barbra Streisand songs at the top of my lungs if you don't get here soon.

4.
He won't tell me his last name, but I have his garage key code. I'll figure it out.

5.
Your friend? He's here somewhere. Whether he survived the night is your problem, but he's here.

RYAN but also any others

[smellslikefish]

[At three in the morning on a warm summer night, there's a frantic knocking at the door.

When it doesn't immediately sweep open, the knocking grows harder-- slamming, in fact, loud and angry. And when that doesn't work, the knocker clearly grows frustrated. Deciding that they'll have to get in on their own, the knocker begins clawing at the door-- intent on getting in, clearly, even if she has to do it herself.]

[averagemedium]

[He keeps odd hours, but he also lives in the basement-- the initial knocking goes unnoticed, and it's only when that progresses to louder, angrier banging and clawing on the door that there's an answering shout from inside, the sound of hurried footsteps accompanying.]

Coming! I'm coming-- Jesus H. Christ, don't break the hinges, I can't afford replacing that--

[If someone were trying to break in, he's fairly sure this is not the way they'd go about it; therefore he also feels fairly secure in the assumption he's not about to get attacked. There's no wariness in his expression when he throws the door open, just concern (alright, and tiredness, the bags under his eyes say a lot about his sleeping habits.)]

[smellslikefish]

[Adia does indeed come in, shoving her way past Ryan as though he might change his mind any second. Only when she's a good ten feet past the doorway does she falter, stumbling and then leaning her weight heavily against the wall.

She can't hold this form much longer. Already it's breaking up-- her teeth go from human to sharp, shark-like things; her legs are showing patches of scale. Webbing begins unraveling and rejoining along her arms; on the sides of her neck, her gills flare out desperately again and again. It is much too dry in here, and it's been much too long since she's been in water-- but soon. She has to put it off just a little longer, to make sure she's safe.]

You are Ryan, yes? The boy who sees ghosts?

[Her voice is rough and labored.]

[averagemedium]

-oh. Oh shit.

[He doesn't mean for that to be said aloud, but it just sort of-- slips out once he's gotten a good look at her. Ryan has seen those signs before, and even if he hadn't, it's difficult to miss the gills and the labored words.

The door's quickly shut and latched behind him before he hurries over to her, offering himself to lean against instead.]

Yes, the one who sees ghosts, that'd be me-- you are the one who's coming to the bathtub, 'kay? Are you saltwater-only? Pretty sure I still have the aquarium supplies, should be able to make something work...

[smellslikefish]

[She nods hesitantly. The words are still so foreign, but that seems about right-- saltwater, yes, and her gills flare violently at the mention.]

The water does not matter, so long as it is water.

[She doesn't lean on him, though-- simply forces herself up off the wall, her body held stiff and defensively.]