Ahoron ignored the Fallen surrounding him as he stalked over to his charge, pushing him down into a seat and beginning to administer first aid.

"What was that? Have you lost your mind?" Maybe he pressed the cotton ball a little to hard onto the cut on Akseli's head, but cut him some slack. "This is why I don't leave you to go out alone much anymore."

"Dude chill, I got lost in the fight again, I always pull out of it." Akseli pushed the older being away and b-lined for the bar where the others were, ignoring the cooling liquid attempting to glue his shoes to the floor. The two women gained his attention as he grabbed a stool, ignoring Aharon's nervous glare.

"Well well, what do we have here? A Seraphim and his charge? I don't know whether to laugh, try to make you fall or try to bring your charge under one of our wings."

Akseli raised an eyebrow. [i]'Tempting offer.'[/i]

"So, what brings you two here this evening? Come to congratulate me on the Fall?" 

Akseli grabbed one of the empty glasses Mercator had put out and raised it to the red head. "Hey, if you're happy with it, then here here!" He grinned, oddly at ease around the group. "I was trying to drag him out of his pity party, but dude's got his feathers so far up his ass he wouldn't even have a drink."

"Feathers up my-? Akseli this is ridiculous, we should leave. Now." Aharon made his way over to his charge, stopping before the pool of blood and shifting his feet, contemplating teleporting passed it.

"But I haven't even gotten a post-fight drink!" He pouted, a sarcastic tilt of his head showing how much he cared for his guardian's suggestion.