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[h2][b][u][color=c4df9b]Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]

[color=c4df9b][i]"Oh."[/i][/color]

Finbarr looked at himself, as eating the lemon bar had apparently caused him to unconsciously activate his Shapeshifting magic. It was a complete accident, and had it he kept on switching forms, he would be extremely embarrassed for himself and everyone else. After all, he did lack control and consistency when his own sweet tooth had been stimulated, and it took a lot for him not to turn to a rat next. However, he was perched on Tarak's shoulder, which was a welcome thing, as he was quite affectionate for the one that stood up as their merry company's big brother. 

What happened next, however, was... uh... weird. First thing that happened was that a man, drunk out of his mind, reeking of alcohol, and probably in his early 30's, came out of the shadows, looking at everyone before talking with a very noticeable slur in his voice. This was going to be a very fun ride it seemed. 

And then... an alien woman came out of the same corner that the drunk had arrived from, and began to pet his head vigorously. Worse still was that Tarak straight up gave him to the lady, perhaps as a joke, but either way, he was not comfortable with being pet by someone who he barely knew. A moment of respite came, though, and he jumped out of her hands.

Sneezing with his cat nose a few times, Finbarr's feline form was then enveloped by grey smoke once again before back into a human again. Coughing, he turned away and chucked [i]something[/i] out. [color=c4df9b]"This is why I don't eat candy..."[/color], Finbarr snickered, absent mindedly hugging Samuel from behind for no apparent reason. [color=c4df9b]"Oh..."[/color]

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[h2][b][u][color=bc8dbf]Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]

Trajan looked back at Laurey with droopy eyes as the latter threw him a lemon bar. Drunk as he was, he wasn't able to catch the snack, falling upon the ground. Not discouraged, he stooped down and chucked the thing into his mouth either way, much to the probable surprise as everyone who saw it. [color=bc8dbf]"What?"[/color], he would ask with a mouth that was still in the midst of chewing. [color=bc8dbf]If five seconds hadn't passed yet, you can still eat it."[/color]

Setting the bottle down at a nearby table, Trajan looked back at the Star Marines. They were young alright; it was witnessing them being sent to battle that made him leave the army, and despite all of his drunken madness, he couldn't help but think about what kind of horrors they had faced. He was, after all, a sniper, and was not consigned to the death and destruction that frontline troops endured. Either way, he walked forward.

[color=bc8dbf]"You're so, so tall."[/color], he said to Tarak, looking up to the young man that was nearly a decade younger than him. Looking towards Narvia, he put both hands on the crying girl's shoulders. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh no... dear... it's okay. Just pet the kitten... oh... it's a boy..."[/color]