[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Kitchent[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Richard was partly up the stairs, seeing no reason to rush when his phone buzzed. Continuing into the kitchen he began to clean up the slight mess he had made with one hand while the other flicked the message open to a artful phrasing with apple slices and peanut butter. [color=Olive]"Children... Never know not to play with their food."[/color] Then again, who was he to talk? He liked to play with some types of food. Those tasty morsels who usually squealed back. Pausing against the sink with the remnants of his own meal, the Adder noted that he really ought to get out of the manor and stay a night at a lady friend's house.

Flicking his fingers over the screen, he chuckled to himself at the message forming. [color=Olive][i]"While I am honored by the offer. You're not my type Guin."[/i][/color] He half expected Pietro to slug him or Tony to use him as target practice for it, but Richard shrugged it off. Sometimes the best way to deal with a snarly Guin was to agitate her. Give a woman a target and they usually were more than happy to let steam off on it. [color=Olive][i]"And don't tell me you don't like apple slices either? Is it one of those female things that my extensive education forgot to inform me of?"[/i][/color] Sliding the phone into his back pocket Richard twisted about to scrub at the dishes, wondering if he'd get a text back or be dodging a speedster or/and a angry brat.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Palor - First Floor[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Tilting her dark head, the woman considered the image of a lion running after a gazelle. Her hand uncurling as if she had claws instead of fingers. Mentally she was chuckling with slight amusement at Dean's trembling tone. It was wrong of her of course, but the poor boy was fun to bat at. Like a cat with a very terrified bunny. Mind you, the cat had no interest in this rabbit. He just made funny noises. [color=ForestGreen]"They make it sound so [i]novel worthy[/i], don't they?"[/color] She looked over at Dean with a smirk her brother wore when someone walked across his line of 'manners appropriate'. [color=ForestGreen]"Did you know in actuality a lion would be on that gazelle in a handful of seconds? It's not so slow and picked apart. It's practiced motions, like playing soccer. Except for the ball is usually something's head."[/color] The shifter shrugged, pacing towards Dean with a sway to her entire damn body that was far too much like the predators on screen.

Smiling in what could most certainly not be called an 'innocent grin', Ayita draped an arm over Dean's shoulder. Her nails tapping a little rhythm as she dragged them up the boy's arm and to his shoulder. [color=ForestGreen]"You see the head had the eyes. Their quite tasty, though the tongue also is full of nutrients."[/color] She whispered lowly near Dean's ear as she moved about to partially circle him. Her tawny eyes dropping lower as she stated with her soft voice. [color=ForestGreen]"But I must say... The best part is usually the rear or the liver."[/color] Pausing the the window she flicked her hand absently at the most likely terrified mutant. [color=ForestGreen]"But, yes, you can change the channel. I find this rather pathetic in it's description."[/color] Perhaps she had gone a bit overboard, Ayita mused. [color=ForestGreen]"What is this 'Big Bang Theory'? I assume it is scientific?"[/color]