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Hannah cursed under her breath as she bound up the stairs, two at a time, wishing she took the time to put her hair up before the Hive decided to process the damn vampire. 

[i]He’s kinda cool looking?[/i]
[center][i]Ugh, he looks gross as shit Bethany.[/i][/center]
[i]Well, Mr.Stoic looks like hes gonna burry Dennis five feet under real fucking quick.[/i]
[right][i]Why is Dennis like this?! We were supposed to process![/i][/right]
[center][i]I wonder if he’s DTF?[/i][/center]
[i]Keep your pants on; we don’t want to see that again.[/i]
[right][i]You really didn’t learn your lesson did you? Queeny’s gunna bust your brain again.[/i][/right]
[center][i]Hector we swear if you start that thought…[/i][/center]

Hannah instinctively dimmed the voices swimming through her head as she hurried onto the Arena floor, the chattering continuing. The Royal’s stood outside the circle the Hive made, quiet as they watched Dennis fuck up. Again. She sent an inquisitive thought towards Queeny, who only sent back a brief flash of the vampire meditating, as he called it. She saw why they’d want to process it; the vampire cleary had unusual training and adding it to their repertoire would benefit everyone. And yet Dennis felt the need to ask permission. Queen Anastasia help them all. Dennis stumbled back from the vampire, whipping around as Hannah sent a very long string of curses mentally in his direction. He blanched and stepped behind her as she stood in front of the hulking person.

[color=steelblue]“Sorry about him. We we just supposed to watch and  Dennis didn't feel comfortable unless he got permission from you. Ignore him.”[/color] Hannah apologized. [color=steelblue]“Your technique is unique. We’ll be studying it so by all means, continue please.”[/color]

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Damien did what he was told, mostly. He couldn’t help darting from one side of Lucan to the other as delicious smells drifted his way, his stomach gurgling loudly. He shared his stomach’s sentiments; there had been far too much nightmare bullshit and not enough food to make up for it. He was practically salivating at the choices―man, he had [i]choices[/i]!―and started making a plate in his head.

[color=Dodgerblue]“Okay, okay. Yes table is important. All mages or whatever. But so is food! It keeps your food, me, alive and kicking. So maybe I can just mosey around, grab some, and pop back over? I’ll be like twelve seconds, okay well you might take that literally, five minutes tops?”[/color] Damien suggested to his over controlling partner. [color=dodgerblue]“Cause like no offence and I really do appreciate you taking care of me, but I need more than a slice of ham and a soda after you suck me dry. Not to mention the whole loopy bit. Definitely fun, gotta do that again, but trippy dude.”[/color]