The Wasted

[dmlp]

((gtg nighty night))
Tucker beamed a smile "Why thank you." he said, his eyes flicking to Enchantment. "Girly...don't pass out okay?" he said, wondering if she was gonna need help getting to a couch or somehting.

[Falls]

Aero glanced back at Enchantment and then up at the boy on the stairs again. He jerked a thumb back at her and arched an eyebrow. "What's her deal?" he asked, not even bothering to speak discreetely.
[alright :( gnight]

[f l i g h t.]

[[ My aunt just got the job as Manager at a boutique called "Francesca's" xD ]]

Asper continued shooting back retorts and defenses of her little fluffy Charles the Tenth, who was listening with an interested expression.

Caitir had by now scooted off the kitchen counter, away from Asper and Francesca's argument. She was wondering at the moment why exactly they were arguing over a rat, but it was quite amusing. She glanced over at Dairon with her dark eyes, then observed the new kids who had arrived from the machine, no doubt.

[dmlp]

Tucker shrugged "No idea..." he said, studying Enchantment with mild interest, he assumed she had just wore herself out while in the machine but didn't say so, he could be wrong.
Enchantment leaned against a wall, her eyes exhausted. "Just a major migrain." she said, though her expression said it was more.

[Falls]

Francesca rolled her eyes and continued to argue. "Just keep da creature out of my belongings. As soon as I find it in my stuff, I will ensure its mysterious disappearance."

Aero looked back at Enchantment. "Go raid the drug cupboard. I'm sure one of those bottles has a few painkillers in it." He was always quick to resort to the quick, man-made fixes of life.

[dmlp]

Enchantment scowled "I think a nap will do." she said and trudge off to crash on the first couch in sight.

Tucker raised an eyebrow "Wonder why she didn't do that in the first place." he muttered absently, staring off into space. He blinked and looked around, his stomach grumbled in demands of nourishment and he obeyed, headed to the kitchen.

[Veins Of Opal]

Dairon walked around the large room as the others chatted idly with eachother, his hooves clicking quite loudly on the wooden floor of the mansion. He folded his arms across his bare chest, brushing back pesky strands of his blondish hair.

Brisa sat down on the bench quietly, absent-mindedly drawing in her arm.

(Word block. >.> )

[f l i g h t.]

Asper held Charles the Tenth closer to her body, shielding him protectively. "So, if I keep him out of your stuff, you won't... ensure his mysterious disappearance?" She asked, holding out her free hand to shake. Peace pacts were always fine with her.

Caitir curled up on the seat beside the window and absently watched the birds flying overhead. "Why don't we have wings? It's just a simple change of anatomy." She muttered, glancing around. Her dark eyes wandered over to the meandering Dairon and fixed on him.

[Falls]

Aero stood there at the foot of the stairs for a moment before following Tucker with a sigh. As he passed Dairon -he just couldn't resist- he gave the protruding horse butt a hearty slap, looking to unsettle the centaur or atleast bother him some more.

Francesca looked down at the hand and placed her own hands on her hips. "And out of the food," she demanded, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

[f l i g h t.]

Asper made a sound that indicated it were between a frustrated groan and a deflated sigh. "Dangit, fine." She huffed, jerking her hand that was still held out for the shake.