It took a second, but Bagwormother nudged Sascha in the shin. Quickly he remembered himself. "And, I mean, likewise!" He coughed, yanking his door shut and locking it. "With you doing me this... favor and all. I guess I owe you one. So don't be a stranger!" The words tumbled out like more of a demand than declaration of gratitude, but it was enough to get Bagwormother off of Sascha's case. Her eyes were physically incapable of rolling at the very least.
Micillia
We can end the RP at any point! Sorry for the super crazy long delay.
Chiara turned to the yellowblood and grinned. There, that's what she wanted to hear, or close enough to it. Chiara put the rest of the bags she had roughly onto her lusus, not caring if the beast was overburdened or not. 