theattic | Ryslig PSL: Snorse Mythology

Lust was forever grateful that she wasn't something limited by temporal boundaries. She was free to be out and about day or night, leaving her plenty of time for business and pleasure.

Days, mostly, were for business. Specifically, at the moment, shopping. It still amazed her how many things a person needed to buy on the regular. She was already laden down with bags, and her list wasn't even complete yet. No wonder humans always had carts and vehicles, it wasn't for them, it was to carry all of their things!

And she still hadn't done the shopping for dinner. That was always last, so nothing spoiled before it could be put in the refrigerator. Of course she could simply order in. Or make something out of a box.

An idea that became all the more appealing as she attempted to adjust her many bags...and dropped all of them on the sidewalk.

"Damn it!"

Her tail lashed in irritation, causing a few pedestrians to leap quickly out of the way. Lust paid no attention.

"You'd think with enough hands, this wouldn't be a problem...."

Don't mind her as she just takes up the entire sidewalk and a portion of the street to tend to this....

A few souls hung around to gawk because the spectical of one of the powerful unkillable monsters fumbling just like one of them made them feel brave for a few seconds. Then they dispersed because a second monster appeared on the scene.

It had been weeks since their fling and Maurice had tossed and turned for a few nights but after seeing similar reports pop up on the network, didn't feel nearly as weird. Everybody had gotten the Itch, it seemed. That was that, he guessed. Just another weird thing happening on the peninsula. But as the centaur clip-clopped his way out of the building he'd been moving furniture in and adjusted his hat he spotted a familiar scaly form just down the way and the fur along his withers stood up.

Oh god. Oh GOD. Okay. He was going to apologize! He was going to right this instant! And so he strode forward on stiff legs like some kind of copper automaton. It was only when he was a few horse-lengths away did he notice she'd actually dropped a bunch of stuff.

"Let me--!" It came out before he could stop it and Maurice was bending down on one scarred knee to help scoop up one of the bags.

"No really it's...oh! It's you!"

Lust glanced up hurriedly but paused when she recognized the kelpie. She wasn't likely to forget him, they'd had quite a pleasant little encounter when everything had gotten odd not very long ago. Those things happened, and really, compared to the usual sorts of oddness that happened...

She hadn't seen him since then. She continues to gather up her spilled odds and ends - a few books, some soap molds, a rather impressive amount of lady's gloves, cleaning paraphernalia, sparkly things...it's a varied assortment.

"Thank you."

It was also a little hard to forget that bright green.

Maurice was nearly shaking with his ears swept out to the sides as he clumsily grabs up the boxes and bags and hands them to her. Did she have this many arms the last time they met? Maybe? His mind had been so foggy then but--no! He couldn't get distracted. He had a mission.

"It's--it's no problem, hey, I really wanted to, uh, apologize I guess? For--the last time we met, I dont' think--I think we started out on the wrong--"

DON'T TALK ABOUT HOW SHE DOESN'T HAVE ANY FEET.

"I THINK WE DID THINGS OUT OF ORDER WILL YOU GO TO LUNCH WITH ME?"

Maurice deflated with a whinny, finally having gotten it off his chest.

That was...quite the explosion of invitation. Lust blinked, eyes widening some in surprise as she looked at maurice. She was used to being invited for a brief drink, but usually it was simply an invitation home. Or the nearest closest alternative.

An invitation to dine was something new and unusual. not to mention the apology itself.

"Well you don't have anything to apologize for, I can promise you that. I certainly don't regret our last meeting. You don't need to feel as though you have to take me out because of it."

Which she assumed was behind the offer - she was the woman men took home, not out.

All four of Maurice's legs felt like they would go out from under him.

"It's not that. I just--it was really fun and you were so nice and--I feel like you deserve it is all. It was--." The salmon pink started to return to his cheeks and his ears fell crooked as he sputtered. "It was my...uh." His voice lowered along with his eyes. "First time doing anything like. That."

"...Oh."

Lust was, momentarily, stricken for words. He was serious. He just...wanted to take her out. He thought she was nice.

From the way he flushed and dithered, she didn't doubt he was telling the truth about his personal habits. He didn't strike her as the sort to consort intimately with strangers in empty lots. But it had been fun, and even then she'd found him endearing and oddly charming.

There was no harm in agreeing. What did she have to risk? He was a sweet man, and they had had a very nice time during their encounter. Besides, it was....nice. Being asked out like that. Flattering in a way the compliments on her appearance and appeal weren't.

"Then I accept your invitation. I'd...like that."

"Really?"

His ears and tail perked up and his whole form straightened, emboldened once again by her acceptance. That was another thing that was so amazing about her--during their entire horny adventure, she hadn't made any faces or comments about his appearance. She just...enjoyed him and herself. She felt genuine.

"When are you fr--I mean, when would you like to?"

His hooves shuffled on the sidewalk. No pressure, no pressure! He was gonna go on a DATE. And have nice food and talk to another living being he could not blow this.

"I suppose...whenever you are."

Goodness, the change in him was immediately obvious. He appeared so delighted to be able to have a meal with her. It brought about a strange bout of nervousness underneath Lust's calm exterior. It was strange, how such a common thing was so strange and foreign to her. The only sort of 'dates' she went on were ones where she was being compensated for laughing at bad jokes and pretending to be interested.

There was nothing to pretend, here. Maurice was just a nice man who liked her company.

"I don't go out much, with other people. My schedule is as flexible as my tail."

The centaur looked thoughtful for a moment as he rubbed behind the waterfall of kelp he had for hair. He shuffled his hooves again.

"I mean--I'm good now but you've got all this stuff to take home! What about--what about tomorrow? Around noon? I know a place. I think it's good. I broke a chair there once by accident and the staff didn't even get mad at me."

Whether it was out of fear or monster approval, he didn't know but when you were Maurice Hutch you took what you could get.

"They have a salad bar..." Maurice trailed off and started to look worried. Sure HE might be able to push back his cravings for human flesh a little by browsing peoples' window boxes but Lust didn't look like she ate flowers on the regular. "A-and fish!"

"Tomorrow would be fine." She had nothing planned, and it gave her plenty of time to get ready beforehand. Even with her habit of sleeping a bit late in the mornings.

And he certainly was eager for this.

"It all sounds fine, really. I'm fond of both salad and fish. And chicken and bread sticks and chocolate and all manner of things." Lust could guess where Maurice's mind was. Despite her appearance, she very much enjoyed human food - and hadn't lost her ability to digest it.

"Where shall we meet?"

Not noticing that he'd gone and tied a knot in a length of his hair, Maurice startled at Lust breaking into his thoughts.

"Oh! Uh-- it's." He made a face. It was hard for him to explain directions. He didn't use street names, he used landmarks. "Do you know where that kinda...outlet-mall lookin' place with the big stone triangles out front is? It's at the end of that street on the corner. It's called Mayfly's. I don't know why it's called that."

"Outlet...oh, yes, I know the place." By the description, not the comparison. There were so often things Lust had no context for, but she muddled through.

"Who knows why anything's called anything? But that should be easy enough to find. Mayfly's, then. I'm...I'm looking forward to it, Maurice."

It surprised her, but she was. The longer they spoke on it, the more she found herself warming to the idea and the eventuality itself. She shifted her bags once more, knowing she had no reason to linger any further but finding herself doing so all the same.

Why did she feel so silly all of a sudden?

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