[center][img]https://fontmeme.net/permalink/190420/e0511f2991ca6e87c6cf1945988363cb.png[/img][/center] Lorcan had awoken long before his roommates, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon and cast purple and pink streaks against the still grayed sky as he began his morning jog. Part of him wanted to stay in bed, but...training was always the priority. Plus, it wasn't like he was currently privy to any club functions. [color=69DCAC][i]”I'll check the student directory later."[/i][/color] He thinks as he rounds the corner of the Dragon Aviary for what felt like the fiftieth time. He'd be lying if he said he was truly interested in joining anything though. His parents had made it pretty clear before he left that they expected him to attend whatever Junior Military group the school had available. It would make for good press back home. The young artist turned champion now beginning his long sojourn into civil and military service and all that shit. The old brass polishers would eat that up. He scowled and attempted to push the implications of the orders out of his mind. No. Coming here was for HIM, and even if they benefited from the whole ordeal he'd be damned if they'd suck the joy out of it. Even if only vicariously. [color=69DCAC]”Least I got to hang out with Isobel for a bit..."[/color] He grumbled, recalling the cavalcade of idiocy that occurred the night before when he finally got back to his room. [hider=The Night Before] Lorcan trudged into his new dorm, Penjani quietly falling in behind him. Today had been...dull. To say the least. There was little time to socialize during his classes, much as he wished there had been. While his tutors did prep him appropriately before arriving at the school, he was still not exactly used to working on someone else's schedule. Or pace, for that matter. The lack of one on one instruction was...novel, if only because he’d never had to bother with its hurdles before. Still, academically, he felt he could adjust. He had no real choice in the matter, he remembered, a scowl blossoming across his face as he did so. His family would likely pull him from the academy before rumor got out of him struggling at anything. [color=69DCAC]”I’d sooner die than go back to being their show pony…”[/color] He grumbled, closing the door. As the two entered into the lounge area of the dorm, they would see a bat like wyvern laying across the couch looking at the TV in the room and it only looked up at them when it caught them in the corner of it’s eye. It just stared at them for a couple of seconds before quickly darting between them and the TV. It shifted a little bit to free up a little bit of space so someone could sit down on the lip of the cushion if they really wanted to. One odd thing they might also notice is that it had a bag of potato chips with it. IT just kept quickly darting between them and the TV as if intently trying to pay attention to the show. It then pointed the bag at them, offering a snack it would seem. “You think you can get away with this!?” The TV exclaimed. Lorcan stares at the strange wyvern or a moment, somewhat unsure of what the hell he was actually witnessing at the moment. Penjani, however, seemed to recover faster than her master, tip toeing over to the other strange dragon and sniffing at the bag. She stares at her fellow dragon a moment, ears twitching slightly for a moment before she bites down on the plastic bag. Nibbling weakly at the plastic container. [color=69DCAC]”I...Peni…”[/color] Lorcan grumbles, rubbing his eyes to try and push his own exasperation out of his mind. [color=69DCAC]”Don’t put that in your mouth. You’ve no idea where its been…”[/color] He scolds, his dragon turning to look at him quizically while continuing to chew on the strangely appealing plastic. The wyvern for it’s part rolled its eyes at the small girl biting at the plastic bag and then poked the small dragon girl’s head away before reaching in the bag, taking out a chip and practically shoving it into Penjani’s mouth. The wyvern then looked up to Lorcan, sort of annoyed, and showed him the bag before pointing down to the couch as if saying “It’s been here the whole time, ass.” Then it took a couple of chips out and shoved them in it’s mouth. Penjani munches on the chip, eyes slowly growing very wide as the fatty food explodes in her mouth in a miasma of taste sensation she’d not yet experianced. Lorcan stares still somewhat flabbergasted as the diminutive dragon girl climbs fully onto the couch and wraps herself around the wyvern, tail wagging desperately as her eyes stared holes into the chip bag. [color=69DCAC]”I...ok. Sure. Whatever.”[/color] Lorcan huffs, walking over and taking a seat next to the wyvern while his dragon engaged in a fit of uncharacteristic affection. He spares himself from the chips, not really wanting to introduce unneeded carbs to his diet. [color=69DCAC]”I’m guessing your master is not in yet?”[/color] He asked, a faint pang of pity welling in his gut as Penjani pressed herself further into the fluffy creature in the hopes of receiving more chips. The wyvern just kept feeding chips to the dragon girl that curled up around it, unphased by the display of affection. “You bastard!” The TV goes again as the front door is banged on and a feminine voice calls out. “Damn it Vesper! You can’t just lay on that couch and snack all day.” The voice continued. The doorknob could be heard, struggling to open until it finally opened. “I swear if you’re just sitting there watching your damn stupid TV then--” The owner of the voice came into view and Lorcan could probably not think to call this person as anything more than a girl. “Ehh, who the hell is this?” The girl asked. In her hands was a number of groceries… Namely… Potato chip bags? “Err, that is… Who in the world is this person Vesper?” She continued. “Shut up you dumb-ass wyvern!” She said to the wyvern who… didn’t exactly seem to talk to her. [color=69DCAC]”Uh...hello miss?”[/color] Lorcan offers blankly, the haze of the day passing through his mind as he tried to place the girls face. [color=69DCAC][i]”Ah...right. She’s Isobel’s friend from this morning. Looks like she’s also from Dracona.”[/i][/color] He thinks, sitting up just enough to give a slight bow. [color=69DCAC]”I am Lorcan Brigh, and this would be my dorm.”[/color] He says simply, his voice even and polite. [color=69DCAC]”And I think the better question is why you are here? I was fairly certain that those of the fairer sex were not permitted in the mens dorm….Also while I am new, please refrain from insulting my roommates summon.”[/color] He says, scratching behind the mute dragons ear. While she was...well, a bit quite, she’d been nothing if not a polite hostess since he and Penjani arrive. [color=pink]”Miss? Oh, right.”[/color] The girl? Mentioned with a giggle. [color=pink]”Well, I can say for a fact I know that wyvern better than you do good sir and she’s a pile of work alright.”[/color] The girl just set the groceries on a nearby tabletop and yawned watching at the wyvern allowed Lorcan to pet her. [color=pink]”Anyhow, buddy… Did you not get the memo or something? This year they’ve decided to try out co-ed dorms.”[/color] A great fib said with such confidence… One might take a bit of time to try and think about it. [color=pink]”I mean, you ARE new so you might not know.”[/color] At this time, the girl looked toward the dragon and furrowed her eyebrows. [color=pink]”Quiet you. I know exactly what I’m talking about.”[/color] She added, practically stomping over and shoving a hand in the potato chip back, grabbing a couple and shoving them in her mouth. After mostly chewing and swallowing she continued on. [color=pink]”Anyway, my name’s Al...Ba… Alba Winterhold.”[/color] Lorcan stares at the young girl with the face of a man who had heard much MUCH better lies in his time. Yes, of course. It's totally obvious that the school would stick him in a co-ed dorm with no prior announcement. Like he was dumb enough to fall for that. [color=69DCAC]”...While I respect that attempt, you can just be honest ma’am. I am not the sort to rat out his roommate for sleeping with his girlfriend in the comfort of his own dormitory.”[/color] He says flatly, his expression staying fairly neutral. While he wasn’t exactly THRILLED about the prospect, if this girl was one of Isobel’s friends he wasn’t going to be the one to spoil her fun. He continues to scratch Vesper’s ears, turning his attention away from the girl as she packed her food. [color=69DCAC]”So long as the two of you are respectful of the shared space I am more than comfortable keeping this our secret.”[/color] [color=pink]“Ahh? Do I look like the type to just be easy like that?”[/color] Alba said, walking over to one of the doors and flipping a sign from “Out” to “Alba is in.” Vesper sighs and rolls her eyes as Alba speaks up again. [color=pink]“This is quite assuredly my room, sir. Our other roommate is currently out at his club at the moment. I have my club later. I’m the club leader you know? The Culinary Club. Perhaps you’d like to join me for it?”[/color] She added, opening her room. [color=pink]”Oh… Did you want to come watch me change?”[/color] She continued, nullifying her entire original point. Lorcan rolls his eyes. [color=69DCAC]”I continue to very much doubt that, but do as you wish.”[/color] he grunts, Penjani huffing concently as stopping her chip based destruction for the moment. [color=69DCAC]”And no, to either invitation. I’ve a diet to keep and this one…”[/color] he says, scratching Vesper’s ears once more. [color=69DCAC]”Has made temptation enough on the culinary grounds. As for the other temptation...I think my cousin would flay me alive. Not worth the risk, to be frank.”[/color] [color=pink]”Well, you’re missing out. I have plenty of secrets in here.”[/color] Alba said starting to walk into her room… Before walking backwards out and looking to Lorcan. [color=pink]”Wait, why would your cousin flay you alive? Are you two in an incestuous romance the bounds of which know none!? Oooo, how scandalous! Mayhap I should watch from the shadows?”[/color] She added, not caring for any consequences. Vesper for her part patted Penjani on the head to let her ignore the ramblings. [color=69DCAC]”C... CERTAINLY NOT!”[/color] Lorcan says, half shouts really, a blush exploding on his face. Penjani stares at her master from atop her wyvern shaped body pillow, curious as to what set of the display. He takes a moment and coughs into his fist, biting the inside of his cheek a little to force the blush down. [color=69DCAC]”What I mean to say is no. While my cousin is a woman of no small beauty, we are not romantically involved. As much as my parents might want that for the standing. It is more that I think if I did so, it would offend her sensibilities.”[/color] He thinks for a moment before shooting Alba a muted glare. [color=69DCAC]”...and even if we were. Which we are not and will not be. I am not a fan of having an audience to such matters.”[/color] [color=pink]”Wow. You’re so easy to tease it’s almost not fun. Almost. Nyehehe.”[/color] Alba continued, spotting Penjani finally. Her first instinct seemed to be leaping at the target but seemed to hold back. [color=pink]”Tch, fine.”[/color] Alba muttered while looking at Vesper and then walked over to where Penjani and Vesper were on the couch. Alba reached into the chip bag and pulled one out and put it right in front of Penjani’s face. [color=pink]”Does the little cutie like potato chips?”[/color] Penjani’s head shoots forward, lips wrapping around the offending chip like the vicious predator she think she is. She does not pull away from Albus’ hand, however, leaving her lightly chewing on the digits with a contented grin on her face. [color=pink]”So, who is your cousin? I can think of a couple of beauties on campus but none that I can think of when I look at you.”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”That’s hardly shocking. We’ve not much in common in terms of looks sans eye color. And cousin is something of a misnomer here. Strictly speaking I am the grandson of her great aunt.”[/color] He says, shrugging. [color=69DCAC]”Cousin is simply easier to say. And to answer your question, Isobel Mulryan. I believe you two are familiar with one another?”[/color] [color=pink]”Ahh! No kidding?! Isobel? Hahah! I love that girl! I can see her kicking your ass! Ahh, but, why would she be flaying you alive exactly?”[/color] Alba asked, confused. She seemed to try thinking about it while trying to free her hand from Penjani’s maw. [color=pink]”Well, you said it’s nothing incestual so… Would she be jealous of you getting to see a cutie like me in the nude or something?”[/color] The grip on Albus’ fingers tightened, Penjani’s eyes hardening and, while no sound is made, the idea of her growling does come to mind. It seems she is reluctant to depart with this new chew toy. [color=69DCAC]”You are aware she is somewhat old fashioned in that regard yes? She refused to wear a two piece bathing suit until she was 16….”[/color] He says simply. [color=69DCAC]”And even then it was only because her old suit was destroyed. The idea of me watching you disrobe would likely send her into a fit of histrionics.”[/color] [color=pink]”Huh? You wouldn’t do it cause it’s funny to see her like that? I mean, if I had to choose one girl on campus right now to joke on it’d be Isobel. I mean, isn’t it great to see her beautiful dark skin marred by a light blush?”[/color] Alba obviously had different sensibilities than most people. [color=pink]”She’s the first person that talked to me on campus though, so she’s sorta my best friend anyhow. Oh! Do you know what sorta panties she wears? Curious?”[/color] This much was to tease Lorcan. He used his free hand to pet the top of Penjani’s head gently. After a couple of incidents with Verper…. A cute girl nibbling on her hand wasn’t that bad. She just hoped the dragon girl didn’t bite down too hard… [color=69DCAC]”A-as fun as that sounds…”[/color] Lorcan grunts, voice straining to keep even. [color=69DCAC]”I’d rather not risk bisection. There are far easier ways to make her blush and infinitely safer ones.”[/color] Lorcan leans forward, continuing to listen to Alba but grabbing one of the straps that constituted the dragon girls top. The dragon girl shoots him a pouting look, but reluctantly releases the girls fingers, flopping half heartedly back into the cushions. He was about to release the dragon girl when Alba dropped the pany question causing the poor invokers body to violently shoot straight up. Penjani is practically dragged into the young mans lap (uncomfortably if the tail thrashing is any indication) by her straps. [color=69DCAC]”I...what?”[/color] He asks dumbly, his summon currently clutching her chest and attempting to free herself without the sacrifice of her modesty. [color=pink]”Oh! Oh! OH! Did I find a nerve? So you do want to know what kinda panties she wears. Ufufufu.”[/color] The girl giggled, [color=pink]”I mean, what kind do you think she wears? I mean, black lacy ones would look the best on her in my opinion but she refuses to wear them…. But I have seen her wear some… Daring… Ones…”[/color] She didn’t seem to want to elaborate on that. Meanwhile, Vesper was trying her hardest to unfurl Penjani from her tense situation by trying to open Lorcan’s hands up. To the casual observer, it would appear that all of Lorcan’s blood seemed to have drained from the young man and evaporated into the aether. He sat stone still, save for the proxy wiggling provided by Penjani and Vesper through his arm. [color=69DCAC]”I...white probably? You know. Just underwear. I do not need to know what she wears if anything....”[/color] A brief flash of panic rolls over his face. [color=69DCAC]”WHICH I AM SURE THERE IS A THING THERE BUT IT IS NOT A THING I NEED TO KNOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU!”[/color] [color=pink]”Oh wow, Isobel… What sort of trauma did you put this poor boy through?”[/color] Alba just stood there, waiting to see when/if he’d calm down. [color=pink]”She’s not like, here, you know?”[/color] After a few short deep breaths Lorcan seems to recover, letting go of Penjani. Said dragon girl practically flies behind Vesper, not really eager to be in arms reach of her master for once. [color=69DCAC]”Please excuse that outburst...Topics of such...variety do not normally come up in my day to day life.”[/color] he says, adjusting himself back into the prime and proper airs he was used to. [color=69DCAC]”It caught me off guard. To answer the question: No, I do not know. Nor do I wish to discuss. And as you are her friend ...”[/color] Lorcan leans forward, fixing Alba a dangerously cold look. [color=69DCAC]”I would ask you keep this outburst well out of her ear shot. I’ve a reputation to think of and my cousin, or anyone else for that matter, thinking I’ve carnal desires to enact on her is very much counter to that. Are we in agreement?”[/color] [color=pink]”I mean, it sounds like an agreement that I get nothing really out of.”[/color] Alba shrugged and turned around. [color=pink]”I mean, the look on her face when she’d hears about this has to be great. Trying to wonder why I should keep my cute little lips shut.”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”Because I can skewer a man no less than six times in half as many seconds.”[/color] Lorcan says bluntly. [color=69DCAC]”And moreover...you forget that if you are staying here that MY misery shall translate directly into YOUR misery.”[/color] [color=pink]”Ooooh, scary. Bucko, I know misery.”[/color] Alba said, looking defiant. [color=pink]”I grew up in a house where my parents didn’t really care about me and as the only boy among way too many girls.”[/color] She continued. [color=pink]”Besides, you make it sound like I don’t get beat up by Isobel ever. Heheh.”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”Oh So tragic.”[/color] Lorcan says, rolling his eyes. If the young lady wanted to trade sob stories fine. He could play ball. [color=69DCAC]”I’m so sorry you were met with indifference. I’ll be sure to schedule in a sobbing fit for you-...wait boy?”[/color] Lorcan says, eyes widening a bt. [color=pink]”Ahh… Woops. Can I get a redo on that?”[/color] HE asked. Lorcan stares at the trickster for a moment, his gaze cold and blank. [color=69DCAC]”Peni dear?”[/color] He says, his voice sickly sweet as his summon pops her head up. [color=69DCAC]”Please fetch my saber from my room.”[/color] He said as he placed his hand firmly on Albus’ shoulder. The tiny dragon girl gives a mock salute before rolling off the couch, skipping towards the room she sensed the weapon in. [color=69DCAC]”You’ve approximately thirty seconds to explain yourself and why exactly you’ve seen my cousin’s underwear before I make an honest woman out of you.”[/color] He chirps, his facial expression so beyond rage it somehow had looped back around to joy. The grip on the smaller boys shoulder not at all loosening despite the faint shaking that could be felt. Alba just stood there a little dumbfounded. [color=pink]”Ahh… I, uhhh… Teehee?”[/color] He mentioned, put is curled up fist to the top of his head and adopting what most would consider a cute pose. Lorcan glared at the smaller boy for a few moments, attempting bore a hole through his skull with seething leers alone. After a few seconds he releases Albus, sighing and rubbing his face. [color=69DCAC]”Yeah ok this is probably half the reason she is friends with you.”[/color] he says, half defeated half too tired for these shenanigans. [color=69DCAC]”...that said, you realize if squeal on my reaction, its tantamount to telling her you’ve been sneaking peeks yourself right? Then you’d have both me AND her beating you up...A beating spared now only by the good will being her companion by the way.”[/color] [color=pink]”You say it like she doesn’t already know. I’m pretty blatant about it.”[/color] Alba huffed up, somewhat displeased with the assumption that Lorcan had made. [color=pink]”I mean, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t tell her they looked sexy on her?”[/color] It was somewhat funny how insulted he seemed at being thought of as sneaking peaks. [color=pink]”Plus! She’s seen my panties more at this point.”[/color] He added, albeit leaving out the fact that he has a habit of tripping and falling on his face. [color=69DCAC]”....excuse me a moment.”[/color] Lorcan grunts, summoning his ear wrym. [color=69DCAC]”I think I need to have words with her before I decide if what you said was innocent or not. I honestly am unsure.”[/color] A tinny ring echoes in Lorcans head as he focused on Isobel. While this was...arguably a gross misuse of their abilities, Lorcan was pretty sure if he didn’t get someone to straighten things out he would actually consider hurting the (admittedly) cute boy before him. [color=chocolate]“....who the hell is calling me at this hour...”[/color] Isobel's voice rang out over the wyrm, not realizing she had already picked up. [color=chocolate]“Ah, hold on – Grarves stop eating Ciervia's food!”[/color] There was a happy bwark from the land dragon followed by a quiet chirp from the other. [color=chocolate]“Yo, whoever this is better have a good reason for interrupting me.”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”Isobel.”[/color] Lorcan said flatly, but still managing a smile at Grarves apparent trouble making. [color=69DCAC]”Pardon the intrusion but I’ve an urgent matter regarding my roommate to discuss with you...Also be nice to Grarves. I saw the fall he took earlier. Poor boy could use the pampering.”[/color] He adds, wondering when exactly WAS a good time to call her if this morning's call was any indication. He was starting to wonder if Isobel just had bad phone etiquette in general. [color=chocolate]“Oh, hey Lorcan. I thought you were Albus bothering me again.”[/color] She laughed lightly. [color=chocolate]“And please, that big baby's already been pampered enough-bweh!?”[/color] There was another audible bwark in the background, the sound of Isobel fumbling with Wyrm before dropping it on the ground. [color=chocolate]“H-hey! Put that down-don't eat it-!”[/color] Isobel's muffled voice came through over a cacophony of more bwarks. [color=chocolate]“I'll tell him you said hi just-sit-DOWN!”[/color] “Bwark!” There was the sound of something slamming into the floor, another bwark, followed by Isobel taking the Wyrm again. [color=chocolate]“...aha, Grarves says hi. What was this about a roommate?”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”Well, I am attempting to determine if the two of you have engaged in sexual congress. As he’s made some rather...disconcerting remarks with regards to his familiarity with your array of under garments.”[/color] Lorcan says simply, nodding to Albus. [color=69DCAC]”Frankly I am unable to determine if this, however, is me perhaps reading into things too much. And stabbing my roommate on the first night for a sleight against a family members honor would be something of a sour way to end the first day. Clarification on your part would help.”[/color] Albus wasn’t amazingly sure what was going on… But he was talking to Isobel? [color=pink]”Oii! Hey there beautiful!”[/color] Albus said in a loud voice, unsure if Isobel was on the other end or if that was loud enough for her to hear. There was a long, audible silence as Lorcan explained the situation. One could almost feel the maidenly fury coming through the wyrm without so much as a single word. [color=chocolate]“...Albus.”[/color] She exhaled. [color=chocolate]“Lorcan. You just. Stay right there. For a minute.”[/color] And then she hung up. [color=69DCAC]”...I take it your name was Albus?”[/color] Lorcan asked putting the ear wrym away, a small pang of fear welling in his stomach. [color=69DCAC]”...We dont have much time left. It was a pleasure meeting you.”[/color] He adds ominously, relaxing into the couch. [color=pink]”Hahaha! I’m not ready for this.”[/color] Albus said confidently. [color=pink]”She likes me too much to do anything too bad to me.”[/color] He added again. [color=pink]”Albus Winterhold await’s Isobel’s challenge! Most likely…. Maybe.”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”I...a bit of friendly advice?”[/color] Lorcan asks, not really as confident in Albus’ assessment of his cousin’s generosity. [color=69DCAC]”She tellegraphs her left hook too much. Duck low and right. It won’t save us but it spares us that.”[/color] About exactly a minute passed before they could hear shouts down the hallway. Heavy footfalls seemed to ominously shake the hallway, each step getting closer and closer to the door of their dorm. A few shouts were heard. Something heavy hit the floor. The sound of someone running in the opposite direction crying? The footsteps stopped in front of their door. For a few seconds, silence. And then with all the fury of a great dragon, the door to their room was almost ripped off its hinges. The dragon walked over to Albus. With a gentle hand, she gripped his shoulder...before lifting the smaller human off the ground. Grabbing his arm, she locked it behind his back. Squatting, She lifted him off the ground further, twisting his abdomen and holding him by his arm. [color=chocolate]“Don't go causing misunderstandings ya goddamn idiot!”[/color] Whether her face was flushed red with anger or embarrassment, was difficult to tell. [color=pink]”Spines don’t twist that way!”[/color] Albus muttered out. [color=pink]”All I told him was that I saw your panties and you probably saw mine more that I saw yours!”[/color] He continued, seeming content or truthful in what he was say. Lorcan, meanwhile, stares at the two face now fairly flushed. [color=69DCAC]”I uh...Isobel...not to interuppted but...perhaps you shouldn’t….go that low in a skirt…”[/color] He says softly, trying to put what he just caught a glimpse of out of his mind. He then turns to Albus, something suddenly dawning on him. [color=69DCAC]”What why the hell do YOU wear panties? Is this deviant union running deeper than you informed me?”[/color] [color=chocolate]“Right, why the hell does he? He's a guy!”[/color] Isobel replied with a sigh. She released Albus from the hold, but not before knocking his legs out from under him, causing him to sprawl to the floor - Wait a minute. Isobel turned her attention to Lorcan. [color=chocolate]“...what the hell do you mean I shouldn't go that low, huh?!”[/color] Lorcan had about three and a half seconds before he was on the receiving end of another wrestling move. [color=69DCAC]”...”[/color] Lorcan stares at his cousin, racking his brain for the safest response. [color=69DCAC]”...In my defense it only occured to me to look because of the prior conversation.”[/color] He said, realizing as he was lifted bodily that that was probably a poor choice. [color=pink]”Nice strips, Isobel.”[/color] Albus managed to spit out while on the floor. [color=pink]”And I wear panties cause it’s all I can get.”[/color] Isobel stopped lifting Lorcan mid lift, blessedly saving him from a back-breaker. She gave Albus a heated glare, before promptly lifting Lorcan over her head, and slamming him down right on top of Albus. [color=chocolate]“Next time-!”[/color] Isobel began, before stopping, holding a hand to her head with a sigh. [color=chocolate]“I don't fuckin' know! Next time don't do...any of this!”[/color] She gestured vaguely at the both of them [color=chocolate]“Goddamn it...”[/color] Justice dispensed, Isobel stormed off, slamming shut the door behind her and leaving Lorcan laying on top of Albus. [color=69DCAC]”...”[/color] Lorcan sits atop Albus silently for a moment, reflecting on his day. All things considered it was...weird. [color=69DCAC]”...Albus?”[/color] He begins, a strange bubble of...mirth, he supposed welling inside him. [color=69DCAC]”...I believe your original assessment of black being a good color in this context to be correct.”[/color] He says, still somewhat stunned from the body slam. [color=69DCAC]”...Also, you’re an invoker. You can literally just manifest yourself a pair of boxers. Idiot.”[/color] He adds, still not getting up. Albus huffed, unphased from Lorcan laying on him. [color=pink]”I’ve only summoned mistakes. Yea, that’s right Vesper you were a mistake!”[/color] He added, looking to the wyvern who didn’t really seem to care. [color=pink]”Yea, you’re damn right!”[/color] He added. [color=69DCAC]”...hmph. I’ll see about ordering you a few pairs if you promise to keep the thing about Isobel to yourself. Deal?”[/color] He asked, slowly pushing up from the trap shaped cushion he was resting on. [color=69DCAC]”Threats clearly don’t work so good old fashioned bribery is all that is left.”[/color] [color=pink]”You don’t know the best bribery for me obviously. If you’re going to do so, make it worth my while.”[/color] Albus said, still half broken on the floor and refusing to stand. [color=pink]”I require you to get me something more devious… A special bag of chips from the Happy Frying Company.”[/color] It… was just a special flavor of chip from argueably the most common brand of chip. [color=pink]”I’m so devious!”[/color] [color=69DCAC]”You…”[/color] Lorcan begins before sighing and giving up. [color=69DCAC]”Done. It’ll be here by next week or the one there after. Now if you’ll excuse me..”[/color] he says, dusting himself off as he heads towards his room. [color=69DCAC]”I need to do some piano practice before bed. Good night Albus.”[/color] he huffed, sounding...weirdly disappointed about having to end the conversation despite himself. [/hider] Lorcan huffed, sweat beading off of him as he finally stopped his laps. Sixty Nine. He was doubtless that little troglodyte Albus would pull an innuendo out of that in some fashion if he were here. Finding a small bench off to the side of the path he peels off his shirt, letting himself cool off in the chill of the morning while there was still some privacy. As much as he hated to admit it...he'd be hard pressed to say he disliked Albus. Oh sure, he was a perverted little freak with a host of neuroses that Lorcan was pretty sure he'd only just seen the barest surface of. But credit where it was due, the little trollop had actually managed to, in the most bizarre way possible, amuse him. Which was a damn sight more enjoyable than the other members he'd met of Dracona so far. [color=69DCAC]”...wonder when the culinary club meet next...."[/color] he said to himself, lazing into the bench and staring skyward. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190423/349e15114eff6812ab15dc44ed45da92.png[/img][/center] [color=5faa3c]"Sorry we're late!"[/color] Odhra cries, practically running into the CnF meeting room, carrying three heavy looking trays with him. [color=5faa3c]"A few of my babies needed to get their weekly feeding and then the cobbler didn't set right so I had to remake it an-"[/color] The green haired youth blurted, words coming fast and furious and he wobbled towards the buffet table. [color=82ca9d]"Master..."[/color] A much softer voice coo'd as it entered the room. The spider like figure of Baily standing calmly in the door way carrying a very very large and fuzzy octopus with a disturbingly human like set of pearly white teeth. [color=82ca9d]"We arrived on time. Hello Flesh Bodies!"[/color] Baily says as she smiles and waves a stuffed tentacle at the trio of other members. [color=5faa3c]"Ah..sorry. Good!"[/color] Odhra says, voice wavering a little as the words 'flesh bodies' floated to his ears. He grumbles something about needing to work on that as he sets out the food he'd prepared for todays meeting. [color=5faa3c]"Anyway uh... I brought Veggie lasagna with ground mushroom and five cheeses. Homemade noodles this time, so do let me know what you think! Barbaque'd chicken with apple and cranberry chutney on rice if you don't want the vegetarian option..."[/color] He says, throwing Eva a knowing look and silently defending his veggie pasta dish, whose honor was DARED sullied (SULLIED!!!!!!!!) yesterday. He sets down the dishes, quickly pouring himself some tea and putting the final tray before Floofel. Both for her approval and to know it would be kept safe out of reach until it was appropriate for members to serve themselves...save Eva, but he had long accepted that fact. [color=5faa3c]"And for [b]DESSERT[/b]..."[/color] He said, looking a little proud. [color=5faa3c]"Strawberry Cobbler with white chocolate and coconut shredded on top."[/color] Baily plops down on an arm chair next to Nikola, smiling too wide and staring at the boy as her tail swished erratically behind her. [color=82ca9d]"Master decided to make it last night after engaging with Flesh Body Livia in intercourse!"[/color] She chirped loudly and (atleast to her) helpfully.