[Azriel] Drinks

Sora pays the tavern a visit that yields some unexpected results. XD
Characters: Verayes, Airednas, Azriel, Sora



Tavern - Traverse Town

A set of narrow wooden stairs lead down from the main door into a lower level that reeks deeply of smoke, and beer. This tavern is a warm, homely place nonetheless with a bar in the middle, surrounded by numerous tables and quieter, cozier booths near the back. The tavern is pretty dark with only a few windows here and there letting in the sunlight from outside, although the main source of light comes from the large chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and numerous smaller lamps set up on a few tables here and there. There is also a small stage set at the back where dancers and singers often perform. Usually there is a soft music playing in the air by the latest band or music group and there is a general warm and cozy atmosphere about the place..

Contents:
Airednas
Obvious exits:
<Out> [leads to 'Traverse Town - Residential District']

[Airednas:] Smoke, velvety in its choking scent, shadows, dark in secrecy, curl and wrap as Airednas sits by the stage, ever clad in her semi-uniform, the jacket off against the back of her chair, leaving her slender arms bare, with the sleeves pulled up to her elbow. Lax being her posture, a glass of foaming liquor in front of her, hands tracing down miniture patterns against the table top, though her attention being mainly focused on the young man beside her, chatting admirably with the fellow.

[Azriel:] Entering the tavern's smoky, cosy depths from the direction of the kitchens, a tall raven-haired youth manages to make his way through the crowd, murmuring a few excuses as he heads in the direction of the bar. Despite the casually rumpled garb he's sporting it might be thought he paid some careful attention to his appearance from the manner of the clothes themselves; they fit him well and hang off his lean frame as though they'd been tailored for him. Despite that he lacks the relatively relaxed air of the bar's patrons, his stride quick and businesslike as if he didn't intend to linger long.

"Think I overcharged a little when you picked up your tab," he tells the bartender upon reaching the bar, sliding a handful of gil over to the man. "Sorry if I didn't notice it earlier. I'll be more careful in balancing the books next time."

Waving a cloud of cigarette smoke away, he pauses to ask for a glass of water, his glance passing over the occupants of the tavern with brief interest.

[Sora:] The sound of wood squeaking soundly as the door opens precludes the entrance of a boy that looks to still be in his preteen years. As he boldly enters the tavern, his brightly colored clothing and obnoxiously colored shoes, which squeak softly on the wooden floor of the Inn, draw the attention of several patrons. Indeed, the kid is quite punkish looking, for a kid, and his baby blue eyes, shining with youthful energy and childish innocence, hold a uncharacteristically weary look to them. Sora looks around for a moment, his youthful expression keeping it's optimism about it, a definite curiosity to his face. After a moment or two of looking around, the young boy goes and takes a seat a lonesome table, nearby the white mage, and flags down some service.

[Airednas:] A break in their discussion upon the commotion by the entrance, drawing Airednas, and her companion's attention to the oddly dressed teen, one curious, the other surprised.

"Ugh..." The young man comments, elicting a look from Airednas.

"I admit he looks a bit underage." She cuts in, drawling out her words, light in sarcasm. "But really..."

"Not that." A disgruntled look as he pushes back from the table, shooting another wary, and quite deliberate look at Sora. "It's /him/. And I gotta go." And with that said, the young man quickly weaves his way through the tavern, efficient in his exit out of the door. Leaving, of course, a rather befuddled medic behind.

[Azriel:] Drinking thirstily from his glass and cradling it close to his body to prevent from spilling as he steps away from the bar, Azriel turns at the sound of the door opening, his face initially blank as he passes a mildly surprised eye over Sora, some hint of recognition dawning as he studies the boy. At the slight commotion near the medic, a slight, perplexed frown knits his brow, and with natural curiosity crosses the crowded bar-room to within comfortable speaking distance of the young boy, sparing Airednas a nonplussed look.

"You're Sora, aren't you?" he queries quietly, shifting his hold on his glass of water, one hand shoved in his pocket. "Was there something I missed just now or did those guys..."

[Sora:] Sora watches as more than Airednas's companion leaves. In fact, several people immediately leave the tavern, followed by several more. The noise and clutter are much lower as the question is shouted over several heads towards the very bewildered young boy, who is busy looking around in a totally lost fashion. "What the....?" The barmaids seem to be hesitant to serve Sora, and it isn't until a very nonplussed manager approaches the kid that anyone working for tavern dares speak to him.

"You're Sora, right?" echos the manager. The young boy nods, apparently to both men, his small face starting to lose its color as the man peers down at him.

"Sorry kid, I can't serve you here. You're nothing but trouble, and you know why. I can't heave th Heartless coming in here and killing all my customers, and you being here scares my business away." The man sighs, showing a mixture of annoyance and regret, "Sorry kid, I gotta ask you leave."

There is a pause before the young boy's head droops and his eyes shift downward, a long sigh coming from the kid's lips before he slowly shakes his head, "Okay...sorry to be a bother..."

[Verayes:]
A clamor from the back fills the tavern with noise and then from a door emerges a tanned man, bubbles following in from the doorway. "Floors been mopped, chief" he calls out to the manager with a toothy grin. "That be paying off my tab as you reckon it would, so Ima get me to ordering" he adds, thinking out loud to himself mostly. He hurried moves to the counter, spinning on a nearby stool as he does so and motions to the bartender. "The usual" comes the voice, husky and gruff and beer is served in a frosted mug.

"Right pal, Momo, come on get yer drink" he ushers as a baby porcupine, soft and quill-less emerges from nesting in Verayes' wild hair. It scampers down on its little paws and begins to drink from a bottle cap, placed by the bartender on the counter while its tiny tongue works to drink beer.

[Airednas:] "... oh... dear..." Airednas remarks, torn between amusement and... whatever else she should be feeling in the situation, fascinating as it was to watch an once crowded tavern trickle down to a... mere handful of people, bare, and almost deserted.

Curious, she leans over the chair, listening to the manager, and the boy, Sora, <how girlie), as well as his fame, or the lack of such. Musing over whether to step in, or still her hand...

"If you don't mind, sir." Airednas calls out to the manager, flashing him a rather... warm smile in catching the man's attention. "He is about all the customer you've left, and it'll be a while before your business'll pick up again, if at all today." A tilt of her chin as she re-examines Sora. "'Sides, he's just a kid, let him have a slip of water, or are you just not..." Slow and deliberate in her pronouciation, Airednas shifts again, "Ge-ne-rous... enough?"

<OOC> Sora says, "GIRLIE!?!"
<OOC> Sora sobs. ;_;
<OOC> Airednas says, "Look! He's like, /cute/!"
<OOC> Airednas says, "And the baby blue eyes. Stick him in a dress. XD"
<OOC> Sora says, "As long as it doesn't show off my heart-shaped butt. >_< Maybe..."
<OOC> Airednas says, "AHAHAHAHA"
<OOC> Sora <What have I just agreed to?) O_O;;

[Azriel:] "Just as the lady says." The lanky, rather pale young man who'd approached Sora just then addresses the manager, his words soft, yet steely. He hadn't afforded more than a moment to notice the rest of the patrons trickling out of the bar, his attention still focused on the manager and the boy before him. "You can't just throw him out like that if he wants to have a bite to eat, you know? Professional courtesy and all that. There's no law that says he can't stay here because of what he is, is there?"

Azriel slides a distracted glance to the man at the bar letting his pet have a drop of beer, evidently recognising him, but it evidently isn't that which rouses more of his ire. "Look, if a hedgehog...porcupine, or whatever - can have a drink here he sure as h- he certainly can."

[Sora:] Sora feels a small sob starting to build in his chest, that weight of dampness that prelude a very hearty cry. His small throat starts to tighten as he feels that painful feeling of sadness closing around his heart like a vice. He was so tired, so hungry, and so sick of being treated like a pariah by most of Traverse Town's denizens. It wasn't his fault that the Heartless were hunting him down, just like it wasn't his fault that the Keyblade chose him as its master. The kid - just - wanted - some - peace.

But, then, somehow, a miracle occurs. Two whole people, strangers, stand up for him, bading that the manager back down. Sora's small face looks almost hopeful, like a kid being told they might get a pony for Christmas if they are very good this year. Those baby blues light up even more as the manager sighs and backs up, "Look, see, I just want no trouble, okay? If the Heartless appear..."

"I'll destroy them all before they can hurt you!" chimes in the boy, now smiling softly, "After all, I'm the Keyblade Master. It's my job to destroy the Heartless whenever they show up. So, no worries...if I'm here, your place is even safer than normal!" The kid then lpoks over at the two adults and winks, "Thanks...!"

[Verayes:]
An empty mug slides across the counter as Verayes motions for another. The bartender nods, and slides the mug back filled with the foamy and malty brew. Scratching at his growing stubble, he pets the porcupine absently, refilling the bottle cap from time to time. Then the expression on Sora's face captures his attention, he tilts his head and looks at the young boy over. "Reminds me of me when I get to sober and ain't had a drink in hours" he muses to himself with a laugh.

With a pause, he grins and orders a tall glass of apple juice. Uncorking a silver flask he pours some of the alcohol into the tall glass and motions to a barmaid to deliver to Sora. "Tell'em it's my treat" he adds, offering a clumsy wink.

[Airednas:] "And the lady says." Airednas parrots, dropping the ganged-up manager, who flustered and coughed before backing away to the bar. Easing back into her seat with an amused smile as she gestures to her now rather empty table.

"Join me?" She inquires casually, gaze shifting from Sora to Azriel, appreciative at the latter before returning to the teen with interest. "I don't suppose you'd care to indulge a hermit on why you seem to be so... popular?"

<OOC> Azriel says, "hermit O_O"
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Why not. e.e"
<OOC> Verayes says, "what hermit, you sleep with anyone sob"
<OOC> Airednas hasn't been out much... at all. >D
<OOC> Airednas slaps Vera.
<OOC> Verayes says, "hasn't been out much but has been AROUND xD;;;"
<OOC> Airednas slapslapslaps. "Lies." XD
<OOC> Sora covers his virgin ears. O_O
<OOC> Verayes licks them. sob
<OOC> Airednas says, "You whore. xD"
<OOC> Verayes says, "cry"

[Azriel:] Somewhat oblivious to the appreciative look being cast his way - or affecting it - Azriel nods after a moment's hesitation, drawing back a chair for himself after another look around the tavern "Don't mind if I do. I suppose there's not enough people here to be bothered by smoke..." Settling into it with the distinct air of a person not quite accustomed to the smoky, dim interiors of bars and taverns, he shifts around in his seat a moment, toying restlessly with the now-empty glass he'd carried with him. "Must be troublesome getting that kind of treatment all the time," he mutters to Sora, leaning back in his chair and stretching his legs out beneath the table. "I guess we can't really blame people for being afraid though, there seem to be even more Heartless these days, and no real resolution in sight." As if somewhat uneasy with the topic he clears his throat, turning to the medic.

"Never really came here much, and only when I was upon some errand or the other." He directs a frankly appraising gaze at Airednas. "I didn't think I'd seen you before, at least not in this town. These other guys," here he gestures at Sora and Verayes, the latter earning a wry look from him - "I have. May I know your name?"

[Sora:] Sora leans forward, hairless elbows on the table, chin propped on his hands, and watches the two adults with curious baby blue eyes. He holds that expression for a long moment before nodding to himself, getting up, and padding over to the table where they sat. As he parked his little butt on the chair next to Airednas, Sora sighs and replies to Azriel, "Man, you have no idea. Every where here that I go, i feel like I'm being either hunting down or turned away. It's...it's really upsetting to me..." The kid shakes his head, "Only my friends from Spira have stuck by me...and Cecil...and Tifa...she's never left my side." Looking up at the adults, the boy rubs the back of his head, offering a very cheesy, uncertain grin, "Sorry if I cause either of you any problems...!" Looking over at Airednas, Sora replies, "It's a long, kinda freaky story, if you can spare a kid the time." With that, the boy is presented with a glass of some viscous liquid. THe kid sniffs the glass and asks, his little boyish nose wrinkling up, "What is it?"

[Verayes:] "Apple juice" says the barmaid, setting the tall glass of translucent red on the table, in front of Sora. "Janyoac's treat" she adds, glancing over at Verayes with a wink before sashaying away. Slithering off his stool, Verayes scoops up his mug and baby porcupine. Booted feet sound off as he strides over to the table, joining the others. "Eh, don't mind if I be sitting down eh? Eh Azriel?" he grins, flashing his cracked tooth at Azriel before looking at the kid. "Sora? What's a keyblade master? You work for the locksmith, I reckon?" he inquires, setting the porcupine down and giving it more to drink.

<OOC> Sora CHOKES! "Vera!" XD
<OOC> Verayes says, "what? XD"
<OOC> Sora says, "Locksmith. :D"
<OOC> Verayes says, "well verayes grew up in the sanarubia <sp?) desert...away from much news xD"
<OOC> Verayes says, "besides the keyblade looks like a big key T_T"
<OOC> Verayes says, "and not a weapon XD"
<OOC> Verayes says, "and sora is young...SOB"
<OOC> Verayes says, "even though children are taught to fight in his tribe...sora looks all frail and pale"
<OOC> Verayes says, "not hardened xD...at least not anywhere visible ;)"
<OOC> Sora stares.
<OOC> Sora says, "I'm a growing boy! I can't help it! >_<"
<OOC> Sora covers his boyhood and runs, sobbing.

[Airednas:] "I prefer my choice of companion with a bit of a spine." Airednas retorts lightly, returning Sora's grin with a smile of her own, seemingly amused by some oddity as she glances to the door. "And please, I'm all ears for a story, any story." She adds, easing into familiarity in the tavern's surroundings, as oppose to Azriel's minute discomfort as she holds out her hand to the young man, her attention shifting. "Airednas Sil'Lac. And I'm afraid I've been rather reclusive lately, for I would certain remember meeting one such as yourself, I would hope."

[Sora:] Sora looks into the apple juice, sniffs it again, and then shrugs, the young boy's smile never fading, his expression remaining as relaxed and cute as can be. Bringing the glass to his smooth boyish lips, the young boy slurps down half the drink without a second thought, only coughing loudly after downing half the liquid, "Oh my gosh that was strong stuff! Are you sure that was juice and nod cider!!!" The kid shakes his head as if to clear away cobwebs before continuing, turning to the female white mage and leaning back against his right hand, nursing his cup of 'harmless juice' while talking. "Well, it all started when my world was destroyed by the Heartless. While it happened, something very odd happened to me...there was this light...and some voices...and then I had this giant key, something called a Keyblade. Then my world was swallowed by the darkness!" The 'expert storyteller' takes a breath and nurses some more of his juice. "Then when I arrived here...er...awoke here...the Heartless apparently followed me and continued to attack. It wasn't until a lady named Aerith told me all about the Keyblade that I found out that I am the Keyblade Master...and it's my duty to stop the Heartless in every world by---"

And with that, the alcohol takes full effect and the preteen's head and the table's top, like two prom-dates, kiss...with a very hefty THUD!

[Verayes:] Pushing himself back, Verayes teeters on his chair's hind legs, stabilizing himself with outstretched legs and booted feet that rest on the table's edge. "Ah I reckon you ain't a locksmith apprentice...a bit young to be saving worlds no? Or something, no wonder you be wanting to seem like you's gonna cry or whatever" he comments, wrinkling his nose habitually as he cradles the now drunk and sleeping porcupine on one calloused hand. "Ah...nice juice eh?" Verayes adds with a grin, muffling what laughter resides inside while mirth fills his eyes, mischievous and lighthearted.

[Azriel:] "Honoured I suppose, Miss Sil'Lac," Azriel slows his speech in mimicking the woman's pronunciation of the name, clasping the medic's proffered hand in his own, grip light but firm, before nodding once - somewhat briefly - to Verayes.

Just then - too quickly for the young man to have done anything but slant an incredulous look at Sora - the boy begins taking hefty gulps of his juice in telling his story. And manages to pass out before Azriel can even protest or draw breath. "I don't think that was such a good idea," he finally utters mildly, eyes narrowed in what might be thought of as displeasure, though his tone remains relatively pleasant, as if he were discussing a change in the weather. "Now you'll have to be responsible for him until he wakes up."

"Then again," he utters beneath his breath, "I suppose you'd know what to do in cases like this..."

[Airednas:] Slow in her appreciation of the youth before her, the contact of flesh, and the utter of soft words, a spark of interest in Airednas' eyes, as she opens her mouth... only to pause, as the rapidly-fire-speaking Sora barges in with his 'epic tale', catching her by surprise as she tries to digess through the words, and blinking in an afterimage of Sora... suddenly on the table, and by all appearance, completely plastered.

"... Oh dear." She muses, shooting Verayes a rather... disappointed look, her hand slipping to her belt pouch, searching for the pocket of smelling salt, and pauses at Azriel's comment, glancing from the young man, to the hedgehodge-carrying man curiously.

Sora's pose consists of the following: "Uhhh....what hit me forward kicking with fenovit estates. I don't want to I need more sugar thanks. I have tiolet sign. Knee." Then the very much plastered kid, the YOUNG BOY with NO TOLERANCE who has NEVER DRANK before now slurring and moving around in his passed out state like a worm in the water.

[Verayes:] "Eh, no problem, I reckon I can take him back to your place. I made a spare by the way, whiles you were sleeping, just in case I got locked out, you know, because for whatever reason!" he replies to Azriel with a grin, fingering a key hung around his neck before slipping it back under his shirt. "Lesse, should get him to cool down, ain't want no vomit on me on the walk back and all" he adds, idly petting the porcupine in one hand, as the tiny mammal snoozes, seemingly snoring.

<OOC> Verayes says, "xD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "LEECH!"
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob"
<OOC> Azriel spazzes
<OOC> Airednas says, "omfg XD"
<OOC> Sora says, "Sora is going to wake up in some strange person's house and be like, "Okay...the hell...""
<OOC> Azriel cries.
<OOC> Airednas says, "... and in a dress, don't forget the dress. XD"
<OOC> Verayes says, "with someone smoking pot"
<OOC> Verayes says, "and another person making meth"
<OOC> Verayes says, "I mean, POTIONS"
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob"
<OOC> Verayes says, "and no one will be wearing pants"
<OOC> Sora sobs.

[Azriel:] Azriel's face undergoes a series of highly interesting expressions, his mouth working wordlessly as he stares at Verayes, his hands clenching. "In case you you get locked out?" he echoes in alarmed disbelief, his voice rising before he can get it under control. "When I said you could drop by I didn't mean so you could be a permanent fixture!"

Calming himself in a few breaths, the youth stares down at Sora's prone and very drunk form, visibly struggling with himself. "Fine. Just this once. And just because you stayed there once doesn't mean you can bring houseguests. Or PETS."

[Airednas:] "Oho..." Amusement bubbling in Airednas' throat, the gleam of amber as she leans over the table, intent in her observance of the raven-haired youth. "So generous, are you?" A pause in realization, and she inquires casually, "By the by, your name?"

Not waiting for a response, she leans back against the chair, idly running a hand through Sora's brown hair, patting the plastered boy on his head. "Though it seems like you're laying the rule a touch too late... pet, and houseguest included."

Sora can't think. Sora can't talk. Sora can't even make coherent noises. But he does manage to flop his head onto Airednas' lap, apparently moving in the direction of the only stimulation he can feel...petting. >_>

[Verayes:] "Permanent fixture? Ah, come on, I cleaned up some stuff, I think...erm well I could, and cook! Besides, Momo's really low maintenance and he hardly poops and when he does they're tiny and you can barely notice" he comments to Azriel, cradling the baby porcupine lovingly in his hands. "Eh little boy, he'll get tolerant to the liquor, just gotta keep going at it I reckon."

[Airednas:] A slight twitch in Airednas' posture as the teen shifted, pushing a headful of spiky brown hair into her lap, pausing in her patting of the boy's head as she regards the teeth, bemused.

"Well.." She murmurs, stilling her motion, fingers curling lightly among the brown hair. "This is... interesting in its development." A faint flush upon her cheekbones in her commenting, she slants a look at Azriel again.

[Azriel:] Raking his hands through his hair in evident frustration, Azriel mutters to himself, aggrieved, "I don't need a housekeeper or cook. I can manage by myself. I've done so for -years-!" Airednas is given a pointed look at her observation, very nearly a glare, and, sounding as if he were grinding out the syllables between his teeth, "Azriel. And I'm certainly not going to be the local hostel, despite what he," he waves a hand at Verayes, "thinks."

Having expended enough of his annoyance, the young man slumps in his chair. Thankfully he refrains from more grumbling and grousing, though it's plain from his expression he'd much rather be elsewhere. "No chance of him actually waking up enough so we -don't- have to carry him?" he inquires of the woman brusquely.

[Sora:] Sora nuzzles the softness of Airednas's lap, a fondness in his nuzzling as he feels the warmth of the woman's lap and the gentleness of her hands. In his stupor, the young boy murmurs a name, "Ti...fa...", his own cheeks flushing a sweet shade of soft rosy pink. His expression seems much more relaxed, on his dollishly boyish features look so relaxed as he wiggles and nuzzles like a young boy would.

[Airednas:] Still amused, Airednas adopts a look of politeness as she listens on to Azriel's rant, bypassing the glare with a deliberately cheerful smile. "My! Azriel!" She declares, glad of the interruption from the lapful of Sora. "What a lovely /name/. Just like you."

Watching the young man deflate, she returns to peer down at Sora, blinking as he nuzzles against her thighs, and the barely heard name. Almost fond, she gives him another soft pat on the head, arms drawing him slightly. "He's relaxed, Azriel /dearest/... besides." Her tone becoming more serious. "With the amount of alcohol he just consumed, it's best he sleeps it off..."

[Verayes:] "He is pretty young, you know" Verayes says to Airednas, with a grin. "Young...drunk, impressionable...raging with hormones...ah, I see..." he adds to his commenting as he laughs. A pause and then his eyes trail over to Azriel. "Oh come on, you don't want to be a lonely hermit who grinds herbs all day and makes potions? What's fun in that? Pfft. Besides, Sora, is it? Well what's a kid doing in a bar? Probably ain't got no parents or nothing." And with that he shrugs, ordering another beer after, as if realizing just now that his mug is empty.

[Azriel:] "Fine, as I said." The tall black-haired youth gestures dismissively, straightening somewhat in his chair. "I like my life as it is thanks," he snaps back at Verayes, looking as if he were about to commence some unecessary slamming-around of his chair or the glass before him, blue gaze glacial. "Even if he were loitering about in taverns he wouldn't have gotten in this state without your help, so no excuses." With that he pushes his chair back and stands up, sighing. "I'll go ahead then, and see if there's enough room. When you said 'clean up' I hope you didn't mean 'rearrange everything so I can't find anything else, ever.'"

Stiffly nodding to Airednas, he leans over to poke Sora experimentally. "Out like a light. You're carrying him -Janyoac-."

[Airednas:] "I sincerely hope that the joke did not offend..." Amber eyes following Azriel's every moment as Airednas murmurs, more to herself than for the other. Shifting with the teen in her lap, Airednas sents an inquizzitive look to Verayes, her hands brushing against Sora's shoulder, spread wide in an offering-ish gesture. "If you would?"

[Verayes:] "All right" comes the response. gruff and heavy. Verayes stands, stretches and belches, relieving himself in all ways possible. The tiny porcupine in his hand stirs and is quickly put on Verayes' head, where it instinctively burrows into the thick hair, nesting as it sleeps. "Lesse, erm you coming too miss Airednas, eh?" he asks, moving as he picks up Sora, hoisting him over a shoulder, draping the body over it so his legs dangle in front of Verayes and arms dangle behind, leaving the heart-shaped behind facing upward a bit and to the front.

<OOC> Azriel pets the behind.
<OOC> Verayes pose spanks it like a drum. xD

[Airednas:] "I am." Airednas replies lightly, Verayes' larger frame towering over her as he, quite manhandles Sora away, her expression shifting to one of discontent. "If you would, Jan-err, sir. That really isn't the right way to handle him... you're pretty much inviting him to puke all over you, what with your shoulder digging into his stomach."

Standing up, Airednas gives Verayes a light brush of a touch, "If you would...?"

[Azriel:] Shoving his hands into his pockets and tossing back the flaps of his coat, Azriel strides out of the tavern's main room without a backward glance, jingling the keys he'd plucked out of his pocket and absentmindedly throwing them in the air only to catch them again. There's a faint muttering about 'freeloaders' and the like from the young man before he ascends the stair and lost to sight, his footsteps quickly fading as he presumably goes ahead of them to open his apartment.

[Verayes:] Muttering, Verayes switches the boy's position, draping his body across both his arms, cradling the boy like a father would his baby. "Better?" he asks the woman as he shifts a bit. "Heavier than he looks, must be that big butt he has...baby fat, eh? Hah" he adds with a laugh while casting a gaze at the disappearing Azriel. "C'mon we best get going, Azzy-boy's wearing his sassypants today."

<OOC> Sora says, "BIG BUTT?!!?!?"
<OOC> Sora has one of those tight lil kid butts. :E :E :E
<OOC> Sora says, "You know...the kind that Greek and Roman Soldiers find paradise in? >_>"
<OOC> Azriel chokes, trips and falls to his death down the stairs.
<OOC> Azriel says, "sob"
<OOC> Verayes says, "ahahaha"
<OOC> Sora wins.

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You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'damn it, Verayes, you didn't eat everything in the fridge did you XD'.
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: sob...maybe xD
You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'whore sob'.
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: he probably smoked some of the plants
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: xD
You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'SCREAM'.
<To: Verayes and Azriel) Airednas pages: ... wtf? xD
You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'sob he crashed at Az's place'.
<To: Verayes and Azriel) Airednas pages: What fridge? ... omg you two are LIVING TOGETHER? XD
<To: Verayes and Azriel) Airednas pages: Ahahahahaha!
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: sob we will be XD
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: and own a flower shop!
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: like izella said >.>
You paged Verayes and Airednas with '...'.
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: I will open a pet shop XD
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: ahahaha next door
You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'omg *resolves never to come home to drunk!Verayes'.
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: sob
<To: Airednas and Azriel) Verayes pages: Drunk Verayes say, "Where have you been whore, off sleeping around? *slap* WHERE IS MY DINNER? ARE YOU GOING TO BURN IT AGAIN ON PURPOSE? WHO BOUGHT ALL THIS SHIT ON THE SHOPPING CHANNEL? HUH?! *domestic abuse*" xD

<OOC> Sora says, "So you get Sora some booze and then split. You sadist. ;)"
<OOC> Verayes says, "XD"
<OOC> Sora says, "Fine! I'll get Sora drunk and have him nuzzles into Azriel broad, strong chest! No...wait...wrong game... :P"
<OOC> Verayes says, "xD"
<OOC> Verayes says, "azriel is lanky sob"
<OOC> Azriel says, "omg"
<OOC> Azriel says, "SOB"

<OOC> Sora puts a chastity belt on Ver. Keyblade locks it. >_<
<OOC> Verayes slips it off since Sora has supple boy hips. xD
<OOC> Airednas says, "... ahahahaha. XD"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Supple boy hips. >D"
<OOC> Azriel PASSES OUT.
<OOC> Airednas chains Az up too. >D
<OOC> Sora says, "With boyishly smooth skin...and a heart-shaped butt...Gods, I'm so dead."
<OOC> Verayes says, "omg xD"
<OOC> Verayes makes Sora's "heart" beat XD
<OOC> Airednas says, "XD"
<OOC> Sora says, "Just say away from the white rabbit hole. >_<"
<OOC> Verayes says, "XD"
<OOC> Verayes drinks a potion! Becomes BIGGER...but just in one place. XDDDDDDDDD
<OOC> Sora >_>

<OOC> Sora says, "Just pose over me. I'm not gonna puke unless you all mishandle me."
<OOC> Verayes says, "or you gag on something"
<OOC> Verayes says, "XD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "........................."
<OOC> Azriel says, "V."
<OOC> Azriel is not going there.
<OOC> Verayes says, "I meant his tongue"
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob"
<OOC> Sora says, "Whose tongue is Sora gagging on??? O_O;"

<OOC> Verayes says, "we are not psycho pose beasts!"
<OOC> Sora misread that...so bad.
<OOC> Verayes says, "omg virgin huh? *SPANK*"
<OOC> Azriel says, "You're rubbing off V."
<OOC> Verayes says, "omg are you looking in through the window?"
<OOC> Verayes says, "oh...you meant it the other way"
<OOC> Verayes says, "erm"
<OOC> Verayes coughs.
<OOC> Azriel twitches, and takes away all of V's porn for a month.
<OOC> Verayes makes his own. xD
<OOC> Azriel says, "...narcissist."

You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'wow, Az is such a bitch..heh'.
<OOC> Airednas says, "Az is huffy, yes. XD"
I don't recognize that name.
<OOC> Azriel needs to whine less.
<OOC> Airednas says, "It's because he's a virgin. xD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "...."
<To: Azriel and Airednas) Verayes pages: sob like caliah
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob that's 2 virgins ver needs to deflower"
<OOC> Verayes says, "so much work XD"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Who's the other one?"
<OOC> Verayes says, "sora"
<OOC> Verayes says, "and azriel"
<OOC> Azriel says, "Az is not a total virgin."
<OOC> Azriel covers his rear and runs for the mountains.
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob"
<OOC> Airednas says, "... ahahahahahaha! XD"