Vix pursed her lips. "I know. I still wouldn't blame you if you did though." She admitted, holding her coffee cup with her full hands for warmth. "Without us, you'd have a normal life. You wouldn't have to be constantly babysitting a bunch of magical beings that act like toddlers when they don't get their way."
Harrison waved his right hand dismissively. "I grew up with six younger siblings, all of whom could give one of Emi's tantrums a run for her money. This is practically the same thing, just with a bit less normality involved." Not that he minded the abnormality of his situation, he was just thankful that his mother hadn't tried to arrange a visit—although knowing her she would just turn up unannounced—that would have been another issue to deal with and he didn't exactly want her disappointment on top of the stress he was already facing. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, and he opened his mouth as if to ask a question. He hesitated before asking, as if he were afraid of the answer. "Vix, are you happy living here?"
(Give Emi a run for her money? XD)
There were two ways to take Aster's words. Emi smirked playfully, her red eyes glowing with challenge and bloodlust. "It is absolutely delicious. Like I said to Vix earlier, you should try it. It is a rather - how shall I put it - enjoyable thing. Very tasty. Once you have a taste of it, there is no going back."
(Sorry, did you not understand the idiom? It might be a British thing..)
Vix gave Harrison a soft smile. "I'm happier living here than I was living anywhere else. It's hard to find good place's to stay when your like me and yours has so far been the most enjoyable, even with the sadists." She explained. "I've been here long enough to actually consider it a home. I can't say I've done that a lot."
(No, no, I understood it just fine! I love how you used that line. I thought it was clever, sorry XD)
Aster turned to her.
“Still. This is the human world and as Harrison warned both of us, and I quote, ‘a million times already’, I don’t think we’ll be murdering anyone any time soon. Plus, I’m not those who are aggressive on the field—“ he shifted to stand in front of her and to hold the back of her neck as he spoke “—but I can be very aggressive elsewhere though…” his tone was clearly stating the answer. He gave a seductive smile.
“Anyways—“ he let go and turned to the other people in the room “—I’m heading to the shop to get some groceries, anyone want anything?”
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Eidus slammed open the door and sprinted out of the laundry room and peeked around the corner into the kitchen, his black eyes wide as if he had had a 12 hour sleep. "Groceries shopping? Can I go?!" Eidus never misses any chance to go outside.
Finishing up her tea, Eskja set her cup onto the counter for the time being. Upon hearing ‘groceries’, she turned to look at Aster. “I’ll probably go for some fish, if you can find any at the store. Any form of seafood would be good, actually.” Being a maritime dragon species and all, it made sense for her to prefer seafood.
Eskja looked towards Eidus the moment he peered into the room. She looked to Aster. “Actually, I’d like to come as well, if that would be good with you?” Eskja had been meaning to get some air for a while, and this could prove to be an opportunity. If not, she’d just go outside on her own time, but it was worth asking, wasn’t it?
Aster sighed a bit.
“Fine. But don’t expect me to babysit any of you. Hopefully you’ll both be fine on your own…” he stated clearly as he turned back to Emi.
“Are you coming?” He asked, tilting his head. If he was being honest with himself, Emi did seem like his only real friend here. Perhaps because they do share quite similar traits. They only had each other if it was to be put in simpler terms.
"You can be, hmm?" Emi purred seductively. "I'd like to see that sometime." She pulled away and heaved herself back up on the counter, legs crossed. "Why would you go shopping at a time like this?" She asked. "All it does is tempt me to kill." She sighed and stretched her long, pearly white arms above her head. "I guess I'll come, if there's nothing better to do than help Vix with her mouse problem."
“I mean… you can go look at knives again. You know how much money I managed to get from constantly bugging Harrison so I don’t think cash is much of a problem.” He regarded, motioning to the door with some motivation. The thing he wanted to buy this time wasn’t something ridiculous like people might think, though it was going to be relatively expensive.
“So… is that everyone?” Aster asked, leaning against the door while still having his right hand on the doorknob.
"Alright, then, if you say so." Emi mock yawned, raising one clawed hand to cover her mouth. "What are you planning on getting?" She knew Aster, knew that he had a reason for everything that he did. She motioned around the kitchen. "We'll make quite a party, eh?"
A small voice croaked from the doorway to the kitchen. A boy, who looked no older than a teenager, stood awkwardly, his eyes darting around the floor so as not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. “I’d like to go, I uh.. I need to pick up some things.”
Lock didn’t often leave the residence, but it was good to have a change of scenery once in a while. It was going to be interesting, since he knew Aster and Emi hated his guts.
Aster was about to answer Emi’s question but when little o’ Lock had to show up, his eyes darted to him immediately. His irises narrowed as his scleras turned a deep black color. He cursed softly once before his scleras turned back to white.
“I’m getting some milk and butter since Harrison doesn’t know how to get them himself after they ran out,” he answered in somewhat of a complaining tone. He may be an asshole, but he somewhat cared for other people. Somewhat.
(Oh hell nah, Harry ain't that incapable)
"I.. I see." Lock nodded his head as he mumbled. He glanced up for a moment, his eyes catching onto Aster, causing his face to flush as he averted his gaze back down. Something about the demon always set him on edge—it was no wonder the flowers on his plants looked a little droopy. He showing his hands into the pockets of his khakis, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Sh-Shall we be off?"
Gavin failed to chase the butterfly he wanted and pouted, making his way over to Harry and Vix. He jumped over the two and sat on the tree branch above them.
“What happened inside?” He finally spoke after his very uncomfortable silence. On the tree, he found a bird’s nest with five small birds inside.
“And when did you get these in?”
(Still— I need my demon boy to subtly show his soft side)
“I guess,” Aster answered sternly, finally opening the door. Outside was a bit out of the ordinary today. Some cars were on the streets, not too many, but it was quite rare to see those. Aster sighed in utter disappointment. Of course, how could he forget that Harrison’s house wasn’t anywhere near anything. It was going to be a bit of distance before they even reached the marketplace.
(Ah just letting you know, the house is pretty much in the middle of nowhere and there's a long road leading out towards town)
"Ah.." Harrison looked up at Gavin, nodding his head to him. "Just Aster and Emi being themselves. As for the birds you'll have to ask Lock. He knows more about the land than I do since he's been here longer." Now that he thought about it, Lock must have been really old at this point. He'd seen Harrison's great-grandfather and his grandfather pass away, and yet he continued to take care of the land for every other Dale generation that happens to live on the estate. Lock never acted like he was old and mature, the complete opposite in fact, but Harrison knew that there was a lot more to the boy than he let on.
(Let me change that real quick then—)
Eidus followed Aster out of the house with a jolly look on his face. He knew he could find somewhere private and shift into a horse to get to the town faster but what's the fun in that? It's the journey along the way that's interesting. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come out with the demon in the first place.
Lock followed after the horse, keeping his distance from the rest of the group. He needed to be quick about returning to the estate, but he didn't want to accidentally anger anyone. There would be no harm in splitting from them after they made it to town, right? Surely he coult trust them to behave, especially with Eskja around.
Eskja trailed after them outside, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air. Eskja made an attempt each day to at least get outside for some fresh air at least a few minutes a day. It was a simple goal - one that she could keep up with, excluding for winter when she felt low energy.
Although the walk to the store would be long, Eskja had travelled much longer in one go. However, this walk would be in human form, so of course it would seem like a lengthier time in terms of travel. It would be faster if she shifted - Eskja realized she hadn’t shifted in some time, months, maybe? Years? - but her dragon form wasn’t very subtle, as she recalled.
Eskja kept an even pace, just enough to conserve energy and keep up with the group.
"Lock, honey, why are you coming? You could just ask us to pick up what you need," Emi said, smiling sweetly at said person. "It would be so much simpler. I know how much it hurts you to be around us, so why don't you just stay here and let us do all the work for you." To tell the truth, she just didn't want the Drus to come along. She hated Lock - which wasn't something to make note of, she hated everyone - but he got under her skin in a way only Harrison and Aster could do.
“I need a change of scenery…” The boy responded, plucking up the courage to look at Emi. Despite Lock usually being a gentle boy, there was a clear fire in his eyes, one that wasn’t there that often. Everyone in the house seemed to forget that poison ran through his veins, and he wasn’t afraid to use it should they threaten him. “And besides, I’m not a child. I can do things myself.”