you learned to breathe underwater —

[gasping]

WHO: caroline forbes & you!
WHERE: the safehouse
WHEN: october 10
WHAT: an impromptu birthday celebration.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: excessive cheeriness.

[ by mid-day, a new message appears on the network from a new user, @caroline.forbes: ]

It's my birthday, apparently, so I made cake. Please don't make me eat all of it!

[ it's a fairly short message, but it's at least accompanied by a few photos of a cake, surprisingly delicious looking for being made of everything but chocolate.

those in the safehouse will have likely heard caroline baking up a storm all morning, and may be aware that the photos show her fourth attempt at this extremely finicky futuristic cake. by the time she posts her photos, all the evidence has been scrubbed clean from the countertops (and dishes and floor and tabletops and trash cans) of the safehouse kitchen. ]

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ooc note: feel free to have your character reply on the network, come by in person, or a combination thereof. this post is a combo pack because i didn't feel like making a network and log post on the same day. #lazy

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[reneger]

( forearms, because it's easier to tug that away if need be than if he lets her get her teeth into his neck. jason's apprehensive, angry but it's never at caroline; it's a background thought, never-ending because he's always angry at something. angry at the fuckers who trapped them here, trapped her here without a food source that wasn't her fellow displaced. but there's the underlying pleasure from the bite, too. it's fucked up, spikes the apprehension, but jason doesn't move away. twitches fingers every few moments to make sure they're not falling off, but.

he trusts her enough. she pulls back, licks the last of it off and jason waits until she's entirely done to move his arm back to his side (knees bent for balance, the slight wooziness that comes with bloodloss is a little difficult to hide) and rubs the gloved palm of his opposite hand down against bitemarks. )

Gimmie a minute, and I'll give you a ride back to the safehouse.