luca.

[enfangs]

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[notaccurate]

[Not yet, because he still needs to add the soap. He found some soap though and he's adding it. Also we have to DM the mods when they turn it on, I just saw that note on the locations page.]

You should have at least let someone else do it so you could see what would happen first.

[enfangs]

[ye that's why i'm asking i'm sorry luca as i go to ask now]

Hey, I can take responsibility for my actions.

[notaccurate]

[yes go ask them plz, it will be a nice surprise when I wake up.]

Then at least pay attention so you can see how to use this machine.

[At least the knobs make sense. Water temperature, cycle strength. He's setting it to 'tap cold' and 'normal', that feels like the safest way.

And then. Click. He presses the button to turn it on.]

[enfangs]

[i assume luca has a working sense of sight and smell and therefore did not just stuff white's clothes into the Questionable Machine, so white will be looking around at the other machines. maybe they'll find someone else's clothes.]

... Uh, what the fuck?

[notaccurate]

[Once the laundry is put in the machine and running, he notices the Questionable Machine.]

...ah.

I suspect your partner in crime may have done that.

[enfangs]

[a low whistle]

... Wow. How the hell do you even manage this?

[notaccurate]

By letting someone else deal with it, I believe.

[enfangs]

[he laughs.]

Can't exactly fault her for that. I'd do the same!

[notaccurate]

Maybe our hosts will fix it for us. Just don't get caught in here. Once your clothes are done, take them and go hang them up in your room to dry.

[enfangs]

Right, right, I'll be sneaky. Unless my roommate rats me out, anyway.

[notaccurate]

If she does, then you can beg forgiveness. It's always easier than asking permission.

[enfangs]

[a laugh]

I like the way you think.

[notaccurate]

Then we will get along just fine, I think.

[enfangs]

Hey, I'm not going to not appreciate the guy helping with my laundry.

[notaccurate]

[This is actually a little surprising to Luca, because he was totally expecting people to demand things of him and then forget about him once they got what they wanted. It happens so much that it's the baseline for him.]

Well, if I'm getting that kind of consideration, mind if I ask a personal question?

[enfangs]

[he blinks.]

Depends on what it is.

[notaccurate]

I was going to ask about the horn.

[He taps his own forehead at about the spot where the horn is on White' head.]

[enfangs]

[he holds a hand up to touch it.]

Oh, this? What about it?

[doesn't seem like it's a sensitive subject, at least.]

[notaccurate]

...what's with it, I suppose? You don't normally see humans with a horn.

[enfangs]

Would you be weirded out if I said it's from receiving power from God?

[notaccurate]

Not weirded out, no. But what power did you get that it gave you a horn?

[enfangs]

Well, I used to have two. [he lifts up his bangs to reveal the scar underneath, where there presumably used to be another horn.] You can think of it as... the god who shared their power with us has horns, so we become one step closer to their form? I don't really know all the metaphysics behind it or whatever.

[notaccurate]

[It does make sense, but 'god with horns' isn't exactly a god, according to religions from his world. So he has to ask:]

Which god? And were there any other changes, besides powers and horns?

[enfangs]

Don't think you would've heard of 'em.

[he shrugs.]

Can't go out in sunlight. But horns, fangs— [he briefly pulls at the side of his mouth to reveal more of his teeth—where a normal would have molars, he has more fangs.] —and powers is pretty much the package deal.

[notaccurate]

[Oh.

Seeing those fangs certainly does something to him.

But he reminds himself to keep his thirst in check, for now.]

It seems like a good package, to be honest. How do you like it?