Santa could hardly read minds but she could sense a mood! She noticed that Algos seemed to be struggling internally with something amidst their embrace. All the while she gently rubbed her palm up and down the woman’s spine, particularly along the erector spinae at the lower back, pillars of supportive core muscles that arched the back. Not that she knew what they were, she was simply familiar with where a lot of the strain went and which muscles did the most work since sometimes she had to prioritize which muscles grew in her garden.
When Algos finally spoke up she smiled, gently resting her chin at the top of the woman’s head and giving a light squeeze to firmly pull them to her chest before relaxing her grip with a chuckle. ”Thank you~. And Are there really nine rings? Seems a bit much. Which ring are you from?”
she asked, briefly musing about what the ring structure would even look like before promptly adding. ”I’m not actually sure. The most interesting thing I’ve found around here is you. But iiiif you mean what do I want to do in general I gotta admit I really want to punch that fancy twink.”
she noted, and for a fraction of a second that dull boiling drowning meal would be tasted by the demon as Santa entertained the notion of physically reprimanding the narrow face that had so RUDELY seen them off earth. A moment of blinding irritation and a slow, SURE determination to punch the man square in the face. It was a raw emotion, something she would have been tasting just a hint of ever since the encounter.
But. After a moment, just as it had been before, it was crushed into a smaller, more subtle emotion in Santa’s mental background. ”It’s been a long time since I felt that mad. Usually I just have to look out for myself, so if something is too strong I can just run. But him. I wanted to rip his face off the way he talked to us. And that noise he was putting out. But I don’t think I could have ever put a hand on him.”
she growled, and then, just as suddenly, she was smiling. ”So! I’m going to punch his face! Super hard.”
she grinned unpleasantly. And, interestingly enough had it been anyone else, her statement would have simply read as blind stupid overconfidence. But Algos, with her emotional feeding habit, would TASTE that desperation. Focused and sharp, as if it had been aged and fermented. She was GOING to punch him in the face. She was going to maim, kill, eat, mutilate, and break whatever she had to to make it happen, herself included. But she had found something to point that deep inner fever at.”Oh! And we need you to try on your shirts!”
she added, smiling from ear to ear. ”You have a REALLY nice bod for human clothes, G. I’ll have to see about snatching some more to bring to you.”