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[h3][color=moccasin]Ethra[/color][/h3]
[color=92278f][h2]Griffin[/h2][/color]
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[color=fff79a]“Fuck no, I ain’t the third one!”[/color] Raven giggled, Midnight rolling his eyes at what he knew all too well, was coming. [color=fff79a]I’m the first one, Feathers!”[/color]“ The Warlock finished, winking at her with a clawed thumb motioning back to his chest. [color=fff79a]“Sorry for being late, yeah? Had to appease the faaaans!”[/color]
 
[i]“Those poor people at the cafeteria?”[/i] Midnight added, an eyebrow raised skeptically. [i]“You invaded their meals and began singing, Raven.”[/i]
 
[color=fff79a]“Where I’m from, that’s what we call a blessing, Middy!”[/color] Raven chuckled, spinning his attention to the fennec while offering a playful blow kiss. [color=fff79a]“And ooooh...!”[/color] Raven continued, squinting as he turned to view Griffin. [color=fff79a]“I think you uh...you forgot a few parts of you back home? I mean, what’s with the bandages? And...I mean...”[/color] Blinking a few times, Raven thought it over, digging deep into his knowledge of the supernatural. [color=fff79a]“...pulling a blank, on this one.” [/color]
 
While the brief flash of fear that streaked through Griffin’s body was invisible to most people, he couldn’t quite hide the fact that his hand immediately went towards his hip like there would be something for him to grab. The motion felt quick and practiced, but ultimately wrong and he knew that it was an echo from who he was before. A flare of sticky discomfort rose through his belly but was quickly snuffed as his roommate began to speak, revealing themselves to be a particularly flashy individual.
 
[color=662d91]“Don’t worry about it friend, I got all the parts that matter. Names Griffin, ‘an this is Ethra.”[/color]
 
With a single smooth movement Griffin slipped up from his place in the chair to grant the same handshake he extended to Ethra just moments ago.
 
[color=662d91]“Pleasure to make your acquaintance man.”[/color]
 
[color=fff79a]“Suh-weet, dude!”[/color] Raven winked at him, offering one of his ever present bright grins before stretching a dainty hand forth to wrap his slender fingers around Griffin’s appendage. [color=fff79a]“Raven’s the name, but you two probably already knew th-...”[/color]
 
[i]“They didn’t.”[/i] Midnight cut the Warlock off.
 
[color=fff79a]You don’t know!”[/color]“ Raven shot back, turning a glare to his familiar.
 
[i]“I don’t have to.”[/i] Midnight sighed, encompassing every inch of humility which Raven seemed to lack. Polar opposites, indeed. 
 
Rolling his eyes, Raven wiped that frown from his face before turning his attention back to the aspiring new fans, or roommates, either worked. [color=fff79a]“So you two just arrived, huh?”[/color] He spoke, taking a step back before looking from Griffin to Ethra, and then back to Griffin again before a double take on the owl forced the Warlock’s expression to a wide eyed glare. [color=fff79a]“No...way...”[/color] Raven blinked, before abruptly dropping to his knees, uncomfortably close to Ethra’s talons. [color=fff79a]“S-so...beautiful...”[/color]
 
[i]“Raven, please don’t.”[/i] Midnight tried, but was promptly ignored. 
 
[color=fff79a]“MIDNIGHT!!”[/color] Raven exclaimed. [color=fff79a]“Where’s the nail [/color]polish!?” 
 
There was no doubting that Ethra was feeling very uncomfortable at this point. She craned her neck forward as the warlock scanned over her talons, thoughts going through her head if she should be concerned for her own well being or not. She slowly adjusted her seating on the couch, moving away from Raven. She then quietly said to her Familiar, [color=moccasin]“Irsk?”[/color]
 
[i]No. You’re on your own.[/i]
 
What a wonderful little mouse.
 
[color=moccasin]“I…”[/color] Ethra began, a little lost for words,  [color=moccasin]“Do you… [i]want[/i] something?”[/color]
 
[color=fff79a]“Oh, honey!”[/color] Raven stood, regaining his composure. [color=fff79a]“Come on, now! Those beautiful talons are just begging to be colorful.”[/color] The Warlock nodded cheerfully.
 
[color=moccasin]“I fail to see any merit in that.”[/color] Ethra responded in a curt tone,  [color=moccasin]“Plus we only [i]just[/i] met.”[/color] She began to curl her talons backwards, as if saying ‘no’ to this warlock were an invitation to have him try and rob her of them.
 
If there was one thing Griffin could do, which there were more, it was read a room. Ethra may not be incredibly expressive but her discomfort was radiating off her like a space heater. Gently he walked over and crouched down to Raven’s level and put a hand on the Warlock’s shoulder.
 
[color=662d91]“Hey brother, she’s probably had a long day. Let’s let her unwind before we start the nail polish party yeah?”[/color]
 
As much as he was amused by the current happenings Griffin himself prefered a little unit cohesion in his life, last thing he needed were roommates who were uncomfortable around one another. Lead to a lot of drama that he didn’t really desire in his life.
 
[color=moccasin]“Yes, can we…”[/color] Ethra said in continuation to Griffin’s interjection, [color=moccasin]“Can we decide on room assignments before anything else?”[/color]
 
[color=662d91]“Hmm, seeing as how Raven’s been here before us I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’ve already claimed a place yeah? Seeing as I’m last here It’s only fair that you get next pick Ethra, I’ll make due with whatever.”[/color]
 
Despite the cancellation of Raven’s beauty plans, he did not seem too deterred. With a flap of his wings, the Warlock was pulled up from the floor, and back to his paws where he continued to stand with his bright, trademark smile. [color=fff79a]Sure! Awesomeness is patient!”[/color]“ He winked at Ethra. [color=fff79a]As for arrangements, I honestly don’t care, yeah? Pick whatever y’all are most comfy with.”[/color]“ Rubbing his chin, Raven spun around and dropped down onto the sofa with a stretch of his arms. [color=fff79a]“So! Any house rules?”[/color]
 
Ethra eased up some, as the conversation steered away from her talons, and the action of painting them. Still failed to find any merit in it, so the answer would remain soundly, ‘no’. [color=moccasin]“Well… to start…”[/color] Ethra began, [color=moccasin]“No painting of my talons. End of story. Beyond that… we’ll see.”[/color] She proceeded to stand up off the couch, grabbing her belongings, and continue, [color=moccasin]“And if there is no objection from you, Griffin, I will take the furthest room.”[/color]
 
A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as the tension wound down, crisis averted. Standing back up Griffin did a small twist that popped several vertebra each time before moving to rub out the tension in his shoulder, his body seemingly deflating as he released the pent up pressure.
 
[color=662d91]“Ground rules? Yeah I can think up of a couple, I’m going to be unloading all my equipment and stuff here soon and I’d prefer it if y’all didn’t go messing around with it. Unless you know what you’re doing, then I ain’t got any beef with that. And that’s cool with me Ethra, guess i’ll take the middle room yeah?”[/color]
 
[color=moccasin]“Understood.”[/color] Ethra replied, nodding.