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100% serious. Do you need someone to hold your hand or kiss you? Should I come over?

[Hope Evangeline doesn't mind some radio silence for a couple of minutes, here. Reasons are probably obvious, considering she just offered to kiss a total stranger??]

Well I'd be an idiot if I said no.
But you might want to prep yourself for a little disappointment? I'm not really easy to kiss, unles you plan on kissing my hand while you hold it.

[Not just a total stranger, a mer-stranger, that's totally different.]

I've worked with people without mouths before, it's manageable. Where should I find you?

[Far weirder than that!! But Evangeline will learn that whenever she makes it to his place.]

I'm in the apartments. You know, the place they shovel all the new guys?
Mine's [insert apartment floor and number here] but don't feel like you got to rush.
I've got nowhere to be.

[. . .]

You're serious?

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Be there in twenty minutes.

[That's an answer to the question, and sure enough, in twenty minutes Evangeline is knocking on his apartment door.]

Hello~

[And, of course, he's right there to greet her! The door swings open, and with a smile, he moves to the side and gestures for her to come on in.

... Just. You know. Ignore the fact that a lot of the furniture is covered in plastic to keep it waterproof.
And that there are definitely towels here and there to soak up anything that's spilled. Normal apartments aren't really built for folks who are literal walking glasses of water.

Which is also why she hasn't gotten a greeting until she's in his apartment proper - it takes a moment to type, and he wanted his hands free to actually let her in.]

Welcome to casa de Anchor, feel free to pull the plastic off anything and get comfortable.
I'd offer you a drink, but for obvious reasons I haven't thought to buy anything like that yet.

Thank you for having me. [She'll take the plastic off half a couch and settle in, then.] Has anyone ever called you a tall drink of water before?

[This is the level of cheesy flirting that he can expect.]

[Oh, he can absolutely work with that. He's no stranger to cheesy flirting!
(Plus he's a fan of both cheese and flirting, which definitely probably counts for something.)]

While I was alive, sure!
Nowadays, most people think of me more like an aquarium.

[As he lets his text-to-speech play out, he goes ahead and takes a seat in the recliner right up next to the sofa - though he doesn't bother removing the plastic.
The reason why continues to be obvious.]

Likewise, has anyone told you that you're an angel before? Normally people lose interest the moment they meet me face-to-face -
You're either saintly or desperate, but I choose to believe the former.

I don't think either of those are accurate. I'm definitely no saint, I just have particular tastes.

[But she's definitely not desperate here, where she has plenty of nonhuman options.]

I'm guessing the basin doesn't have sensation?

...

[That question gets his face to scrunch up, but not in a bad way - more like his face is saying "That's a good question!" where his voice can't.
So he holds up a "one moment" gesture before reaching up to the dark band around the bottom of his basin, unhooking its silver clasp out from behind the basin's crystal lock so he can stretch it up and over the glass.
Apparently that thing is just a rubber ring he wears, for some reason?? Underneath that is his waterproof capelet and heavy coat, which are the next to go - revealing that the basin spreads into roots ~~that i made sure to draw~~ extending down his chest and shoulders.

The basin gets tapped a couple times, first - that's clearly just plain glass. But the roots, while looking like glass as well, bend and move with him... so he taps those next. The way his expression perks up probably makes it clear what he's discovered, but he's still reaching over to take his keypad regardless.]

The basin itself doesn't, but everything else seems to.
Weird! I've never thought to check.

[... He also wasn't lying about not having fish parts, despite how it looks. If Evangeline looks closer, she'll find those aren't scales - they're just little glass plates.]

[Being part glass is also very cool and not really a loss, at least in her book.]

Oh, well, that makes things a little bit easier for me.

[Without further warning, she leans over and gently smooches one of the roots. Mwa.]

[There's a second in time, here, where Anchor looks almost shocked that Evangeline would go ahead and do something like that - even bringing his hands up to half touch, half cover the root she'd gone and given a little peck.
Almost as if it's a scar he's embarrassed of, or something similar.

Without thinking about it at all, he lets out a little cloud of bubbles as if he's tried to speak - but he's quick to fumble and pick up his keypad again to get his words out properly.]

You really are serious!
Okay, I've just got to know: is all this weirdness a perk? It doesn't put you off or anything??

[By "this weirdness", he means his weirdness. His curse and all.
Did he think she was just humoring him this whole time? Maybe a little. A tiny bit.
But look, it's hard not to think that when it's what you're used to, right? Most people don't even bother sticking around after learning the basin's part of a curse - it's why he's learned to mention that ASAP.]

[That shocked reaction just makes her want to smooch another root. So she does, and even when she has to answer out loud, she runs her fingers over a different root tenderly.]

It's absolutely a perk. I'm not interested in regular humans at all, and you're far from the weirdest looking person I've been into.

[Most people are cowards actually!]

[She's got so much of his attention so solidly, at this point - he's honestly a little disappointed that he's got to look away in order to speak, already typing away on his keypad.]

That doesn't change if I used to be human, right?
I mean, I already mentioned that I died, but if you have no interest in humans at all then it'd be wrong not to tell you that. Last thing I want to do is string you along, somehow.

That's good enough for me. It's a physical attraction thing, not like, a philosophical 'what makes a human?' thing.

[And also a trauma thing, but she doesn't need to mention that!]

[Hmm. He lets out a little hum in thought, something Evangeline can almost hear considering it's a sound made more in the chest than the throat -
But he's got more questions, so. Back to the keypad!]

What about age? Some of the other Grim Reapers can get weird about that sort of thing, so I can't imagine how someone among the living feel.
I died at twenty-five, but that was over thirty-five years ago, so...

[~~somewhere out there, purple scoffs in offense~~]

I regularly flirt with people who are hundreds of years old. [Or more, sorry Purple.] Really not a big deal.

Any other concerns, or can I get back to smooching you?

Sorry. I just want to make sure everything's good, you know?
I haven't had anyone look at me this much for a few decades now; I'm kind of off my game, here.

It's like trying to get back on the horse after it's already lapped you a few times.

[Which is to say: yes. Yes she can.]

It must be rough. Makes me want to spoil you a little.

[So she'll enthusiastically go to kiss a root again, this time with significantly More Tongue involved. If he had any remaining doubts she's into this, she aims to dispel them.]

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