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It's been a busy day for our young Hellspawn. He's been out by the lake, swimming and generally keeping himself in shape. Which is why he hasn't noticed anything until now. But, everyone ahs to come in sometime, and he comes in now, mask firmly affixed.

And almost immediately leaves again. Almost. His hand is on the door as his pale face scans the room, eyes clouded.

You see, it's rather easy for any wizard to pick up on magic. And one of the earliest and most powerful sources for magic has always been the natural cycle. Which is going on, everywhere, right now. Fuckbeans.

Yes, there is a lot of wild magic thanks to it, but... this many women, all going through? Oh god, the boy is scared.

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Tim considers this for a moment.

"Oh."

"..how often?"

She drops one of her hands, the other pinching the bridge of her nose as though warding of a headache. "Two or three times a year."

Curiously.

"When next?"

No, he doesn't have plans to take advantage of it... well, okay that's actually true. But, he is willing to offer himself up as a sacrifice.

"Time skews here, a little." She smiles wryly. "Next time I vanish without a trace, and without warning, you could assume that's why. Might not be true, but..."

A blink.

"Oh, well, I was going to volunteer myself..."

She winces a little. "...I find it's generally in everyone's best interest if I avoid people, actually."

He looks interested.

"Okay, now I gotta know."

"I'm a genetically engineered killing machine," she says flatly. "Irrationality is bad."

"ohhhhhhh."

He can't help but hug her.

"But I'm sure it can be fun."

She's standing a little more stiffly than usual, physically remote. "Not really. I prefer not to base choices on overwhelming biological imperatives."

He leans back, eyeing her.

"It's worked for thousands of years of evelution."

"Most sentient species do have some choice in the matter." It's a bit of a touchy subject. "I don't like being out of control. It's a thing."

She smiles faintly. "Besides, feline reproductive patterns in a human? It doesn't happen. I don't like being reminded a few times every year that I can't be normal."

"Normal is relative."

He gestures at himself.

"I find dressing in spandex and swinging through the city to be normal."

"...You may have a point there." She says it rather reluctantly.

"And some people here find it normal to change into a wolf during the full moon."

"Yeah. I was one of 'em."

There is a faint bit of emphasis on the past tense there.

A simple blink.

"A wonderful expierience, no? To breathe beneath another skin?"

"Not really. Curse variation - my mind wasn't really my own." She smiles wryly. "I...don't really have much luck with that sort of thing. Besides, if I was going to choose an animal to be, I think it would have wings."

"Wings you say?"

He strokes his chin.

"That could be arranged..."

She blinks once, startled. And then laughs. "I should learn not to say anything. At all. Ever."

He tickles her side gently.

"You really should. Cause now I have to arrange this."

"Uh-oh."

She yelps and squirms away, swatting lightly at his hands. Yep, she's ticklish.

"Stop that!"

'Oh ho!"

His face lights up.

"Ticklish, eh? Now, this, this is capable of being done right now."

And he goes on the attack.

"Gah! No tickling! Evil!"

It is hard to look properly outraged while laughing. She does her best.

And, of course, retaliates. Because it's sort of necessary.

Uh oh! He's ticklish too! Thsi is no good. What would Bernard think, to see one of his security so assaulted?

Hell, he'd probably laugh.