( yes, the way she's acting is ... pretty weird. Carmilla is more often detached and standoffish than anything else. she has had no time or interest to be particularly flirty or forward these days. and beyond that, it seems to take an eternity for her to process anything Meg is saying.
she tilts her head at the question as she tries to remember what that even means. her thoughts are so scattered, so far away — all she feels is the music, the celebration. what the spirits offered seems so immaterial and unimportant compared to the delightful thrall of the parade. the cat mask she's wearing makes it especially more uncanny, as the gesture is distinctly cat-like. )
The flesh chunks? No. ( Meg can't see the nose wrinkle, but it is under the mask somewhere. ) I just feel so good. Don't you feel good? Don't you want to feel good? ( it's whispered like a promise, like if Megara only agrees she'll bring her there. like feeling good was a switch and Carmilla could just reach over and flick it on. )
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she tilts her head at the question as she tries to remember what that even means. her thoughts are so scattered, so far away — all she feels is the music, the celebration. what the spirits offered seems so immaterial and unimportant compared to the delightful thrall of the parade. the cat mask she's wearing makes it especially more uncanny, as the gesture is distinctly cat-like. )
The flesh chunks? No. ( Meg can't see the nose wrinkle, but it is under the mask somewhere. ) I just feel so good. Don't you feel good? Don't you want to feel good? ( it's whispered like a promise, like if Megara only agrees she'll bring her there. like feeling good was a switch and Carmilla could just reach over and flick it on. )