[In the Biome Garden, Lenore can be found picking some flowers and arranging them in a glass jar she's set down on one of the benches. It's a vaguely goth-looking arrangement, with roses in black, white, and deep red.]
[When she sees Mollymauk nearby, she offers him a faint smile.]
[lenore glances up with a questioning look, but...]
Well, I suppose if it'll put your mind at ease...
[she stands up straight, turns away from the flowers, and places her hands in his, palms up.]
[they're mostly clean, with no injuries or scratches. there's a slight stain of green on her fingertips and under her long nails, from handling the flower stems. there's also the lust tattoo on the back of one hand, and a ring on her right index finger.]
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W3: Friday
[When she sees Mollymauk nearby, she offers him a faint smile.]
Don't mind me. Feel free to come and sit.
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Of course, of course. Ah-- something of a weird request. May I see your hands?
[Holding his out, both.]
It's silly, really. Stupid compulsion.
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Well, I suppose if it'll put your mind at ease...
[she stands up straight, turns away from the flowers, and places her hands in his, palms up.]
[they're mostly clean, with no injuries or scratches. there's a slight stain of green on her fingertips and under her long nails, from handling the flower stems. there's also the lust tattoo on the back of one hand, and a ring on her right index finger.]
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our first PC thread.
but then he lifts them to smell them too.]
I can explain later. I really can.
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[fortunately, lenore isn't easily offended. she's just kind of fascinated and amused at this.]
This is certainly a unique way to greet someone.
[lenore generally smells faintly of jasmine and wine. but right now, her hands probably just smell like the plants she's handling.]
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[He gives her a gentle smooch on the knuckles and then lets her go.]
I'll try and do better next time.
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I'm sure mine wasn't much better.
[tasting the splattered blood in the elevator...]
So maybe we're even?