A Morbid Appointment

[ticktopis_observatorium]

After a mutually interesting conversation between the Morbid Socialite and the Chimeric Professor, both students of the Correspondence agreed to meet outside of class for some follow-up lessons, most probably. They decided to do so in the Professor's home, a somewhat baroque, early georgian two-story house illogically placed on a high place in Watchmaker's Hill, overlooking London from one balcony and the Unterzee from the other, the direction of which was of course issued via Tularemia.

The hour of the appointment was near, and the Professor was setting up the materials they gathered for the ocasion, eager to deepen the acquaintance with one such intriguing gentlemortician.

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Re: A Morbid Appointment

[themorbidsocialite]

The handshake was interrupted by a yank, gentle, but insistent, pulling the Professor into a kiss. The Socialite kept it short, chaste, tempting, pulling back before either could get too deep. "I suppose my secondary plans can wait. Thank you for having me, Professor, and I will see you in class."

With that, the Socialite left, traipsing down the steps with a new plan and, with luck, a new ally.

Re: A Morbid Appointment

[ticktopis_observatorium]

The Professor was kissed entirely by surprise, yet didn't attempt no avoid it in the slightest. Perplexed, looking at Mori go, their hand softly reached towards their lips. They of course were capable of blushing, despite the scales making it hard to notice, and their face definitely radiated warmth. An amused half-smile finally appeared, once they returned back home and closed the door.

"It seems I'm quite the stunning cadaver after all..." The announce to anyone in particular, reaching to pet Noa lovingly.

"And how was my joyous little thing, my soft cutie, you predatorial trickster, fluffy dear who-"

The cuddly session is cut short once the disastrous state of one carpet, shredded and frayed by excited tiny yet powerful claws.

"You barbaric beasts!"