Private Finished What Goes Bump In The Night

It was kinda funny how day and night lost meaning. Sure, she can tell between the two but when all you see if blackness 24/7 the distinction between the two blurred. Delaney pondered this as she walked around the familiar paths around school with the use of her cane. Georgette trotted beside her, without her vest and lead. The poodle was free to move and sniff as she pleased. The two were curled up in bed when Georgette woke Delaney to be let out. The teen goth decided why not make it a walk?

Delaney wore her black pajama bottoms and a heavy black sweater with skulls stitched along the shoulders to stay warm. Her hair was down and slightly mussed from sleep. She yawned, but didn't feel super tired. Georgette bounded ahead, perhaps on the scent of something interesting. Delaney laughed, and completely missed the dropped book on the path. She must have stepped on it wrong, or the suddenness of stepping on something disturbed her balance. Either way, Dela fell forward with a gasp and threw her hands forward to catch herself.

Her palms hit the ground hard and her cane snapped from her hands. "Frig!" Dela cursed, and shifted onto her knees. Her palms stung but she couldn't see the damage. And where the heck did her cane go too?! Georgette rushed to the girl's side and rubbed her nose against Delaney's cheek. "Well, this is just great, girl."

@Saber

Delaney had only a moment to herself before another rushed to her aide. "Y-yeah." Delaney said, her voice shaky because her palms stung and it made her want to cry. She didn't fight the stranger's help, and told herself they were trying to be helpful. Dela did feel better being back on her feet and cane back in hand. She hated the stick but the comfort it provided in lieu of Georgette's lead was grounding.

Though, the flirting (?) helped soften her up. Delaney couldn't help a giggle. "Delaney Lavoux. So, fellow goth, huh? A lady of class I see." Georgette bumped her nose against Dela's hand before investigating the stranger that smelled of cat. "Oh and this is Georgette. She's my service dog but she's not working right now if you wanna pet her." Georgette's tail wagged in a friendly manner as she politely sniffed Shiro.

Definitely flirting and that made butterflies in Delaney's stomach. "She likes cats." She added, and really Georgette got along with anyone. Dragons, demons, cat shifters, none of it mattered to the poodle so long as the person had hands for pets and was nice to her human. Delaney could easily imagine the cat ears and tail and paired with a cute goth aesthetic, something classic but comfortable given the weather.

"You can turn into a panther?" Delaney blurted in lieu of answering Shiro's first question. Which, could you hardly blame her when someone casually suggests they can be a friggen panther?!. And a bat! "That's so friggen cool!" Like, so cool. Thankfully Delaney remembered her manners for the second question. Georgette soaked up all the pets and was content. "Kinda. I've been here for like a month? But I was on the islets for like another month or two.

"Me and my friends killed an elder god and got powers. We recovered on the islets." Delaney said, causally, like she could and should.

"Aw man, you must look epic with bat wings. It's like, the ultimate addition to the goth aesthetic." Up there with little black horns and maybe a black halo! "Bat wings are, like, so cool." Forget feathery angel wings. The people of Manta Carlos were so cool, Delaney's headed practically exploded with each new meeting.

"Yup," Delaney confirmed with a grin. "Cute but deadly," She said, "And yeah. I got super powers and a heaping helping of blindness. But," she shrugged, "can hardly help that." Delaney wiggled her fingers, "I can't transform but I can manipulate knowledge. Take it, give it, learn it. I got it." And she totally uses her powers for good and cheating the school system.

"Ooh! You'd let me?" Delaney said. She put her hand forward, her fingers brushed against the soft wings. "Woah." She pressed her hand against the wings, marveling at its softness. "They do? Man, I am so not shopping at the right places." Though, something told Delaney wings and blindness didn't mix. Perhaps if she had a cool friend to fly with her, then it would be awesome.

"Just by touch." Delaney confirmed. "I try to keep my powers on the downlow around teachers. I'm sure they know I have it, but like, I don't give them a reason to talk to me about it. Does make tests suuuuper easy." She just had to touch her school book, learn what's in the right chapter, then happily forget it after the test. Life was good with knowledge powers.

Delaney shivered at the sudden breeze. The offer to get a drink was totally unexpected, but not unwelcome. "You would? Oh, um, hot chocolate would be great! You know a place near-by?"