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[speakveryclearly]

[It's some time in June or May, the time ambiguous analogously to the game canonicity, and Kanaya has found herself on Nepeta's couch in one of her less formal dresses. Though like everything she wears in Exsilium her collarbone is covered, her arms aren't, which complements her likewise egregiously casual posture.]

...but they said that going anywhere other than when you left your universe of origin would take even more months or years to perfect, so it's pretty much a non-issue for both of us, isn't it.

[She's getting so thirsty, to the point where it stretches her lips too wide and darkens the space beneath her eyeballs. It's been over two months since Gamzee cartwheeled out and she was on mission a month before that.]

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[speakveryclearly]

"Uh..."

The factually correct answer to Nepeta's question was of course "yes". Whether that would be socially correct was another matter. Kanaya's fangs pressed into the white skin underneath her lip, contrast clear in the increasingly flickering light she supernaturally cast. There was no blood drawn - not when she was so dry, everywhere, that she could imagine strong enough fingers peeling off the glowing layer like dried paint. On the one hand, she'd been told more than once that she didn't deserve to mark the possessions of other trolls, creating quite the dilemma when she belongs to nobody and nobody belongs to her.

On the other hand, she knows that in exile Transports are more than extensions of the people with whom they were aligned at home, that their wills are their own, and she has never once heard what Nepeta has to say herself about the matter.

"There might be..."

[moirailcompass]

The more she saw the more Nepeta felt she was right in her suspicions.

"Well. I'd like to help if I can."

To be honest the idea of being fed on was a little. Well, unnerving to be honest. She had seen the marks on Gamzee when they two of them had been swapped and being the prey instead of her usual role as predator was something that would take getting used to.

But obviously it did not kill a person to be drank from, and she didn't want Kanaya to starve or continue to feel any of those terrible effects.

[speakveryclearly]

She couldn't remember the relative blood volume tables she had looked up on the grubnet once out of idle curiosity, an entire sweep ago, but she'd never once fed from the oliveblood and her tolerance had to be higher than Sollux's at a minimum, right? She certainly could bear it.

Her arm made a rainbow-drinker-rapid motion towards the pocket where she always kept spare bandages in preparation for this sort of increasingly rare possibility, jerked back to her side awkwardly - before she repeated the action more slowly, a very clear "No Sudden Movements" mindset guiding her, and this time successfully extracted a bandage to place in her lap.

"So you think you can, then."

[moirailcompass]

"I do." Surprisingly the rapidity with which Kanaya seemed to comply with the suggestion was more amusing than unnerving. If anything it served to calm Nepeta, since it reassured her that she wasn't breaking some sort of protocol.

Not that she especially cared for such things, usually, but in this case she felt like she was wading into deep waters with no life line. What would be okay to say or do? What wouldn't? Knowing Kanaya was okay with it made her much more okay with it too.

"How do you usuall do this?"

[speakveryclearly]

"I don't do this usually, that's kind of the problem at prong." She couldn't help a hint of laughter entering her words at the implication. There was a sort of truth to the matter, however: Kanaya would never treat Nepeta and her body the way she had Gamzee... and her meetings like this with Sollux were more mechanical.

"The neck is the traditional location, but the wrist is another option. It depends on where you feel stronger - have or haven't been wounded recently - or easier to hide."

[moirailcompass]

Her bit her lip to suppress a small smile.

Fortunately enough, Nepeta almost always wore baggy clothing so it would be fairly easy to hide either place. Continuing to dress as she always had would draw no unwanted suspicions. Choosing the wrist would probably further ensure no one came to know of this exchange but that sounded like it be more uncomfortable than her neck. Not to mention that since her hands were essentially her weapons--even when using her claws, she'd rather not make them vulnerable.

"The neck, would be best, I think."

[speakveryclearly]

"I was kind of hoping you'd say that." A second, throatier laugh can't be suppressed by her this time; the tone of voice that comes out is thicker than what she cultivates. More raw. Very few things since Gamzee left and the timeline truces fell apart have been real for Kanaya rather than some sort of elaborate repressive facade. Here, the senses she suppresses are finally coming out again.

She moves closer, on the couch, and puts her hand on Nepeta's shoulder. "So... if you don't still have tea left, I definitely recommend getting a snack afterwards. Your body will complain less about the loss that way."

[moirailcompass]

"Is it easier there?"

Nepeta lifted a hand to place it on top of Kanaya's, let her know that she was ready.

"I'll definitely do that. We have plenty." Her little excursions to the outlands had brought up some rare treats. She didn't plan to make a habit out of it considering how sparse wildlife was as it it.

With her free hand she tugged done the large shirt so it slipped over one shoulder, exposing her long neck.