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[color=6ecff6][i]That fucking twink tried to brainwash me.[/i][/color]

It might even have had some measure of success - Dallas had been through enough failed seductions to recognize the odd, cough syrupy feeling of his body attempting to calm down and slacken against the instructions of his mind - and for the rage to quickly burn a hole through the artificial layer of calm. Being directly in the sunlight, with music playing over every speaker in the cafe, helped too. Skye, Beau, whatever the fuck his name was would have been caned to death in the street if he had done that shit in a gentleman's society, but alas, they had been damned to Olympus, ruled by a house of sheep. As it was, Dallas picked up the croissant and lobbed it at him on the way out, leaving a short, wide alabaster streak of powdered sugar and a couple of almonds clinging to the back and shoulder of the Aphrodite kid's shirt.

[color=6ecff6][i]When that barrier falls, I hope it eats him first. Good luck feeding anything to one of those shadow creatures that isn't your fucking liver.[/i][/color]

[color=e03c31]“Crazy night last night. You holding up alright?”[/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]What--

Oh.[/i][/color]

Some of the immediate fury ebbed as quickly as it had flowed, leaving Dallas in a slow, labored breath. The tension visibly left his shoulders, and the tsunami in his ocean blue eyes was calming.

[color=6ecff6]"It's too late, [i]Marcy.[/i] You've already pierced me,"[/color] Dallas mock-griped, running his hand over her knuckles. [color=6ecff6]"I won't forgive you. My poor belly button has been deflowered. Sullied. I'll never be able to take Mass again, if Jesus didn't hate me for that Dionysus kid I hooked up with last year he sure fucking hates me now. I look like some producer's sluttiest daughter when I'm shirtless now."[/color]

His teeth scraped his bottom lip, fighting back a smile that came easier the longer he heard the sweetest thing in the world - his own rambling.

[color=6ecff6]"Let's just fucking eat, alright? I don't want to talk about last night. Just tell me what's up with you."[/color]

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[sub][b]Interacting With:[/b] Bekah [@Krayzikk], Jonas [@HereComesTheSnow], Rhea [@Write], KamiRanger Red [@Onarax][/sub][/center]

The Japanese girl's eyebrows drew together austerely at the elbow in her side, and the ribbing (no pun intended) from the girl beside her. Very smug.

[color=9e0b0f]"I loved your form as well, Rhea,"[/color] Dana said sweetly. She looked down at her phone to hide her smirk from the rest of the assembled group and decided to put her disguise to good use.

[right][b]Dana Harada[/b]
[color=9e0b0f][i]「Kaz!
Come to oniichan's dorm
We are eating his food for free
DynaBaka is growing heavier」[/i][/color][/right]

[color=9e0b0f]"「Thank you for the food, brother!」"[/color] Dana said brightly, although the gaze she gave her brother when she cocked her head held neither expression nor even a sign of blinking. [color=9e0b0f]"「Thank you for not filling us with your imageboard swill either. Dal-kun gave me nothing but milk at our goodbye breakfast last year. Worst flight of my life.」"[/color]

She elbowed Rebekah back.

[color=9e0b0f]"[i]Faaaiyaaaabonba,[/i]"[/color] she said emphatically. [color=9e0b0f]"If you love me you will help. We will burn all but the big one. He is mine to fight with hands. Then I will show off the meaning of show off."[/color]