Hear all the little children cry

@Arcadia @Sashi

Keedri

When the last patient of day had long since gone home, Keedri finally closed down the dentistry, clocking out at approximately eleven in the night. More for the sake of keeping weird scraps of rotting food and other people's saliva off of her, she was wearing a lab coat over her bare skin, with only her dominant tentacles sticking through the sleeves. It was buttoned twice only to keep the clothing from slipping off of her shoulders. If she kept out of the streetlights, people might have mistaken her for a normal human woman with, perhaps, a very oddly flowing skirt or pants.

Keedri being Keedri practically skipped from each bright spot of light on the sidewalk. It was a hard action to perform since her leg tentacles really only allowed for boringly graceful gliding but somehow -Keedri liked to think that she managed it quite nicely, thank you very much!

Home was technically right around the corner but the night was still young. Keedri headed the other way instead, not unlike a predator searching the dark for prey. In this case, anybody of particular interest.

Keedri

A person actually approaching her? All right, so Keedri was instantly curious. It was always nice to be sought out. It meant less work for her whenever she wanted somebody to maybe toy with, maybe actually do interesting things with. Because, for Fred's sake! This was Manta Carlos! It was supposed to be gushingly not boring. She could just about cry, except, wait no. That was physically impossible for her these days, never mind.

Maybe if she could find a little needle or something, she could stab herself a bit in the tear ducts and make it look like she could, though. It couldn't possibly hurt that much, except, yeah, it totally would. More things to (not) consider.

But oh! There were butterflies in her stomach now as she faced that one person in the shadows. Keedri loved those butterflies. They came up whenever she did something really out there (by human standards) like cliff diving, or playing tag with active volcanoes. The butterflies may or may not at some point have been a metaphorical representation of her fear but after a decade or so, Keedri was pretty sure she had bred all the genetic betrayal out of her metaphors. Now they were just lovely and got along with her just fine.

Keedri was instantly taken. Kind of? She wasn't going to run away, at least. "Talk, sure, talk away! If you're trying to get an appointment in, though, that's what we have secretaries for," she said cheerfully, peering into the shadows. Her eye tentacles were extending out a bit more, withering. Feminine figure, definitely. Dark eyes. Very human, and Keedri would have been inclined to leave it at that if she weren't already a bit suspicious at this person's initiative.

Before she could get an answer from that my-ste-ry~, somebody else decided to step in. And it wasn't to randomly arrest one of them, either! Or so Keedri thought, anyways. The stutter kind of implied that. And these two people seemed like they knew each other, too! That one over there was probably female and this one over here was probably male. Domestic spat? Awkward. Blood on the streets! Well, she could hope it was something as eventful as that.

"I'm really hoping that 'Sully' is a name and not implicit instruction for me to suddenly start throwing tar at things I dislike," Keedri remarked. "Although, I'd thank you very much for it if you've got authority on the matter. It would be positively liberating!"

Keedri

If Keedri had eyebrows, she would raised them. Unfortunately, she had sacrificed them to the dark arts a long time ago and though she lamented the fact that now she could no longer wiggle them suggestively, at least she felt sure that they had gone to a good cause. After all, near immortality was a great deal in return for tiny, facial caterpillars.

Still, despite everything, Keedri knew exactly what she was. Namely, a fantastic catch. At the not-so subtle flirting, her mouth broke out into a broad smile, tentacles waving out from between her slightly parted lips. Her hip tentacles flared out a bit.

"My name is Keedrishastrinaanaam agninaa saha virodhah," she said in perfect Sanskirt. Though this was meant for both of them, she gave focus to the first person who had approached her. "People just call me Keedri but you can call me Pretty Lady." The woman considered for a moment before adding playfully, "But only if you can pronounce my full name correctly. And nope, sorry! I'm not saying it again for you if you've forgotten."

It was then that Keedri decided to fully include their third member. "And who would you be, then?" She asked. "There's a Keedri and there's a Sully -I don't suppose you two come as a pair?" Two of her arm tentacles crossed thoughtfully. "I really can't think of a good antonym for 'sully' that doesn't sound like a two year-old spat it up, though." Theme naming was always great fun, though. If Keedri ever had children, she would name one Salt and the next one after could be Tartar or maybe Worcestershire.

Or maybe she should just finally go and buy her groceries. Hm, decisions.

Keedri

Okay, so damned if she didn't smirk at the fact that one of them got her name right. That was pretty impressive, to be honest. Cheap parlor tricks worked wonders with Keedri. Calling up the forces of darkness and raiding a graveyard on Walpurgis was like. Pfshaw. Didn't everybody do that? It would be a tragedy if they didn't. No kidding, it was the small things where the real love was at. Devil in the details and all. Sometimes literally. She wondered idly if anybody would notice that she had etched tiny pentagrams into some of fillings. Maybe not. Maybe people would munch down her art into something truly incomprehensible and smelly. C'est la vie. Truly, she was a suffering and under-appreciated artist.

"Cylly it is~" Keedri sang in sing-song, the exact tone you would expect from a Disney villain about to monologue in a musical number. "Don't worry, Sully, you'll get it one day! Sanskrit is long and complicated, probably to ensure that if we ever get taken over by aliens, they'll see this ridiculous language and get scared away. Or, you know. So we can summon demons in it and have lots of fun times sounding spooky and ominous!"

"So, what are the two of you doing out?" She asked good-naturedly. "Out hunting poor, unfortunate souls? Don't worry, I'm definitely not telling on you~" The tentacles and flesh over one of her eyes twitched for a long moment. In a human, this would have been recognizable as a dramatic wink.