Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

the starlet remains oblivious to her affect on the angelette. of course it's only barely sunk in her own proclivities and it doesn't yet occur to her that others are like her, too - though if she did know -- perhaps it's for the best she doesn't, lest her spotlight grow too hot for her to dance under.

her expression turns curious-concerned by measure, laying her scarlet nose against her dainty-crossed paws. "a lot goin' on, huh? i getcha," witchbaby says coaxingly, "i got a lot goin' on too. tell me yours an' i'll tell you mine, yeah?"