if there was one thing, texas would have been more surprised if she did recognize she stands out among the guests in the resort. lupo aren't the norm. neither are her fellow terran's while she casually eats, the food was a godsend after being forced to avoid what she could across the week. having to eat anything that's spiked with aphrodisiacs at a party like that was not her idea of a good time; that's considerably risky to touch anything that came from staff while pretending that this is normal. she knows it's not (why would this resort be normal?) while keeping her attention half on the food and half on alice speaking. she must be new, then. that's her thought about it.
texas had taken up helping newbies somewhat, they didn't always need it, but she did feel it necessary. not with the things the resort throws at them being anything every bit hedonistic in nature or with the expectations of sex being placed upon the guests with a nasty price. "Parties? None that last for a week," she starts, her manners as a former heiress are showing since she's speaking in between eating more of her toast (that she spread jelly along after a thought it could use it) and thinking more to herself. "....though that was a new one for me that the House went with a week-long party."
she may not be the most chatty of women, but texas is reliable. she even had taken the chance earlier to fix her own hair, tied back in a messy high ponytail to reveal the pink undertones to go with already black hair. natural color, surprisingly. that often catches people off guard somewhat. parts of her body are still sore. not from the party, but from her own activities during that. texas is more or less an interesting case for someone in a resort all about sex as a transaction and pushing about intimacy as being encouraged.
a dislike of being touched by strangers, though even her friends struggle with that. touching her can be a 50/50 on if she responds to affection or stands there awkwardly for them. that and some have taken it as a challenge to see her tail wag and her ears wiggle after learning she doesn't do either. the flick of them earlier was because she heard alice move (familiga wolves train such habits into their soldiers, their children) more than moving personally on their own.
"Home for me is different, anyway."
plus her own personal problems showed her face in the resort, knowing what lies between herself and the other wolf she thought about while eating as she says that. the other lupo that always looms over her shoulders, waiting for the day that cellinia would fall apart. waiting and waiting in her half insanity and half despair.
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texas had taken up helping newbies somewhat, they didn't always need it, but she did feel it necessary. not with the things the resort throws at them being anything every bit hedonistic in nature or with the expectations of sex being placed upon the guests with a nasty price. "Parties? None that last for a week," she starts, her manners as a former heiress are showing since she's speaking in between eating more of her toast (that she spread jelly along after a thought it could use it) and thinking more to herself. "....though that was a new one for me that the House went with a week-long party."
she may not be the most chatty of women, but texas is reliable. she even had taken the chance earlier to fix her own hair, tied back in a messy high ponytail to reveal the pink undertones to go with already black hair. natural color, surprisingly. that often catches people off guard somewhat. parts of her body are still sore. not from the party, but from her own activities during that. texas is more or less an interesting case for someone in a resort all about sex as a transaction and pushing about intimacy as being encouraged.
a dislike of being touched by strangers, though even her friends struggle with that. touching her can be a 50/50 on if she responds to affection or stands there awkwardly for them. that and some have taken it as a challenge to see her tail wag and her ears wiggle after learning she doesn't do either. the flick of them earlier was because she heard alice move (familiga wolves train such habits into their soldiers, their children) more than moving personally on their own.
"Home for me is different, anyway."
plus her own personal problems showed her face in the resort, knowing what lies between herself and the other wolf she thought about while eating as she says that. the other lupo that always looms over her shoulders, waiting for the day that cellinia would fall apart. waiting and waiting in her half insanity and half despair.