(I lean against Thomas, giggling. Yes, well we might should do that before I begin inviting people. I laugh. Indeed! A fierce family!)
(I take my hand and pretend to wipe the scowl away. Oh hush. It’s truth to me at least. You’re incredibly hot. I blush, remembering our audience.)
(I smirk. Mirada needs to get fleshed out some more, we’ll throw him in.)
(I wave I'm off for the night! Bye!)
(Good night!)
(Good morning, darlings!)
(Grins and waves. Good morning)
(Smiles Good morning)
(Mirada looks around sulkily. I prefer night. Shrugs, resigning himself to the daytime. Just sayin’.)
(Christina sighs and rolls her eyes, her voice loaded with snark Great. A punk goes pop edgelord. Just what I wanted.)
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(Ōn’nyosh peeks his head around the corner, then casually walks out, juggling three balls. So, who all do we have here? Nightowl Gone Wrong and Madame Kitsune. Anyone else? Eh?)
(Yeah, let's!)
Christina: Glares at On'nyosh And who the fuck are you? Should I call you Lord Toe Brains?
Ōn’nyosh: Snorts in amusement. No, I’m Sir Grand Jackass, at your service. He tosses his juggling balls up, bows deeply at Christina, then straightens and catches the balls with ease. Though, my real name’s Ōn’nyosh. Now, what name would best suit you, oh Tall Fox Lady?
(Ōn’nyosh is only 5’11”, so yeah, lol)
Christina: Snorts derisively Call me anything but Christina and I'll gut you like a pig.
(Damn. Christina towers over him by about 2 feet, lmao!)
Ōn’nyosh: Hums in thought. He snickers at his own thoughts, then shrugs. Alright. No guarantees on the name calling, though. Chuckles.
(Yeah, like he cares though, lmao!)
Christina: Scowls May as well turn you into charred toecabbage then. A black flame appears in the palm of her right hand
(Lmao, true)
Ōn’nyosh: Pauses at the sight of the flame, intrigued but also wary. Now, hold on a moment. The reason why I can’t guarantee it, is because it’s quite literally my job to insult people. So, name calling is a habit. But, I’ll make you a deal. I will do my best not to call you anything disrespectful, and you don’t incinerate me with that evil bastard of a flame there. Agreed? I can also throw a ball at Nightowl Gone Wrong over here… points at Mirada… for your amusement. Ōn’nyosh grins hopefully.
Christina: Purses her lips, trying not to laugh That would be. . . acceptable. She extinguishes the flame, then points at Mirada Hit him already.
Mirada: Surprise dances across his face. Wha-
Amber: Laughs, slightly impressed by Ōn’nyosh but trying to hide it.
Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles. Then tosses his three juggling balls into the air, catching two and slapping one away. The ball went flying for Mirada’s face.
Christina: Tracks the ball easily, then turns back to On'nyosh Can I have one of those balls you're holding?
Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles. I could answer with a really dirty joke, but I’ll spare you for now. Tosses a ball to Christina. I’ve got pretty much a dozen or so of these little juggling balls, so if I lose one, it’s no big deal.
Christina: Rolls her eyes Whatever. She takes the ball, then launches it at nearly the speed of sound at the alabaster white figure that just walked in
Dane: Catches the ball easily. It dissipates into a cloud of nitrogen Very funny, trying to kill me as soon as I get here.
Mirada: Hey! Ducks quickly. What’d I ever do to you, Sir Jester? Rolls his eyes. And I don’t recall offending you, lil miss sunshine!
Ōn’nyosh: Laughs at Christina’s comment. He watches, then chuckles. He then turns to Mirada. Well, for one, you called me ‘Sir’. Fuck titles. Two, you look like a fucking paintbrush vomited on a black sheep. He laughs.
Mirada: Anger flares in his eyes and he storms closer till he stands toe to toe with Ōn’nyosh. Well, at least, I don’t pick fights with new guys. Or flirt with wounded women. He jerks his head in Amber’s direction.
Amber: Nostrils flare. You know nothing about me, newbie.
Mirada: Shakes his head violently. I know enough to know you deserve better than the likes of him.
Elijah: Sigh and takes Sadie’s hand, kissing it. I promise, someday, we’ll go on a proper date. Whenever there’s peace and quiet. He runs over to Mirada and Ōn’nyosh ready to break up a fight.
Christina: Nods in agreement Besides, I find your mere presence offensive.
Dane: Sighs This entire group is offensive.