On’nyosh: Snickers. I do love a mystery. Continues following her, aware that she knew of his presence, and using it to his advantage. But, he kept a polite distance, never becoming uncomfortably close while also remaining within easy sight.
(Me: High fives back. I don’t know, but On’nyosh is definitely a whore for just about any woman he meets, so… evil snickering)
Amber: Turns around and bumps into On’nyohs with the popcorn bowel. Oh I’m sorry. Did you want some? Smirks and offers the popcorn.
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(Me: Laughs, scheming.)
On’nyosh: Is unfazed by Amber bumping into him, and casually wipes off his clothes. He then hums, flashing Amber another of his flirtatious grins. Sure. Takes a handful of popcorn.
Amber: Nods. You might as well talk, sir. Tell me something about yourself. Cocks a hip. That is if you still hope to earn that kiss.
On’nyosh: Chuckles, his eyes lingering on her hip a moment. Well, first off, I’m no ‘sir’. ‘On’nyosh’ is my name, simple as that. Fuck titles. But, besides that, what do you want to know about me? I’m a roaming jester that’s explored almost the entirety of my homeworld. I love insulting people, whether they’re a funky-ass peasant or a dumbass god. I also have a shit ton of exotic friends. Shrugs, snacking on a few pieces of popcorn.
Amber: Smirks and continues walking. Interesting. Nice to meet you then, sir.
Amber: Takes the bowl. Thanks, Buddy. Gives a sisterly smile to Kek.
Kek: returns the smile hesitantly and munches what's left of his popcorn.
On’nyosh: Looks at Amber in confusion. Why the fuck do you keep calling me ‘sir’? And, what about you? Tell me about yourself.
Amber: Laughs. Well, because you said not to. Raises an eyebrow. What do you want to know?
On’nyosh: Snorts in amusement and rolls his eyes. Of course. Looks at her. Well, I gave three or four good details of myself to start out. How about the same from you?
Amber: Fine. Three. Not four. Crosses arms. My uncle used me as a lab rat when I was six, so I have these lovely ladies. *Strips of her leather jacket and stretches her magenta wings. I’m 23. And I’ve never met a man who wasn’t a pig.
On’nyosh: Shrugs. His eyes then widened, first in shock, then in fascination at her wings. Mhm… Why… That… That’s fucked. Fuck your uncle, but I do love the wings. They’re gorgeous. Hell, you’re gorgeous. But… um… I don’t have any defense for the ‘men are pigs’ thing. I’m a fucking tavern hound, and an asshole that routinely insults almost everyone I meet, so I can’t say shit about it. Snorts. And, I actually ran away from home when I was six, and I’m only fucking twenty! Laughs a bit. All I’ve ever really known is the road and the wilderness and the performances.
Sadie: Watches everything, amused
Dane returns, clearly hammered. His words are slurred, and he's incapable of walking straight. He clearly means to be a menace Hello, you motherfucking goat-footed lizards!
Sadie: Groans Oh god. . .
On’nyosh: Turns at the sight of Dane and laughs. Has the festivities started already? It’s difficult to tell if he’s asking a genuine question or mocking Dane.
(Dane returned. On'nyosh is here. Fun.)
Val: Watches everything in silence, and when Dane returns, she bursts into laughter Alright. You obviously won't remember anything in the morning. We can talk. Looks at On'nyosh and sighs
Dane: Grins Hey, kitten. Let's go play! I can give you a bit of excersise.
On’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow. I hope you’re referring to her, indicates Val. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a kitten. Looks at himself. I’m more bird, than feline. Shrugs and laughs. Besides, I am getting plenty of exercise right where I’m at.
Val: Snort laughs Um, that'll depend on whether or not you can speak in an understandable way. I ain't doing that until we've properly talked. Glares at On'nyosh And why would he be talking about you?
On’nyosh: Looks at Val and shrugs. How the fuck am I supposed to know? He’s talking, I’m talking, and you’re talking. It’s a full fucking conversation here. Besides, you missed your chance to call me a fucking chicken! Bursts into laughter.
Amber: Rolls her eyes. Oh God. This’ll be good. Sighs. Uh, I Don’t remember agreeing to any exercise.
Elijah: To Sadie. Dane’s not a pretty drunk is He?
On’nyosh: Casually glances back at Amber. I know. I was referring to ‘walking’ in this instance.
Amber: Huffs. Men. Her nostrils flare with steam, she’s clearly irritated.
On’nyosh: Confused. What? What did I do? Notices the steam and is momentarily fascinated by it. Quick question, are you related to dragons in any way? Or any other fire-based creatures? Seems genuinely curious.
Amber: Is taken aback by the concern in his voice. Oh. Shakes her head, her jagged hair tossing. Nothing. Eyes widen. Sighs. Forced injections of dragon DNA. My uncle’s gift to me.
On’nyosh: Is still confused, but unsure what to say now. He then nods. I kind of figured. I just really hope your fucking bastard of an uncle doesn’t know anyone by the name of Boromaxus. Namely… clears his throat… because Boromaxus is a really fucking big red dragon that only barely tolerates me. I honestly don’t know why he hasn’t eaten me yet, but that’s another tale for another time. Chuckles a little.