WormyxSaria (1x1)

[~Saria~]

((*still hugging an irritated Fury* *glares at Artyom* Don't make me come over there...))

((And I don't know, it just seems like something someone might do. But I enjoy my heat, so not me.))

"N-nothing..." The smaller Russian's face flushed a faint pink. He needed to learn to mask his thoughts from showing on his face, but that was an area he wasn't all that strong with yet. Much like fighting. He heard Artyom's whisper and had to keep a smile from his face as Fear taunted Fury, refusing to get up and keeping the irratable Cobra on the ground.
"It was bad when we all had to sharing one room...five of us, you can imagine how much we were fighting. Fear and Fury are like a set, somehow. They don't stop fighting and seem to hate each other, but where one is the other is never too far away. Or maybe that is just Fear stalking Fury. Who is known? It will be better when they are asleep...If they asleep, that is. I am thinking Fury takes more caffine than actual sleeping..." The Sorrow responded back equally quietly. He hoped he could count Artyom as a friend as the fellow Russian's demeanor was more reassuring and warm in comparison to the Cobras.

[Wormgod]

((Art: 0.0 *slowly walks over and hugs Saria and me*))
((I remember the time the power was killed for two weeks in the dead of winter. My cousin was running around the 20 degree Fahrenheit house in his lil' boy undies. He never gets cold...))
((*remembers Sorrow's horrible pker face* *giggles*))

Artyom listened, smiling, "I know men like that in my world. My father and uncle...They hate eachother, and yet they spend all their time together." He chuckled, "People are weird."

[~Saria~]

((Good Arty. Now go hug Nny.))
((Sounds cold...*shivers*))
((*also remembers* *almost dies from asphyxiation from laughing*))

The psychic smiled wanely.
"Yes...maybe we should just be banded together, a race apart from them." Unfortunately, although this was just a joke, he spoke slightly too loudly. The Fear glanced up, Orange eyes glinting darkly with mischief.
"Aw, Fury, you hear that?"
"Just get the f*** off me." The brunette growled.
"I think Sorrow's stealing your man!" The tanned soldier's grin widened.
"He's not 'my man' and don't give a da** about Sorrow's interests." The Flame Soldier squirmed, trying to dislodge the Brazilian, who grinned brightly at the non-Cobra.
"Just a bit of advice, but Skippy's a bit timid, so he's better suited to being the bottom, leaving the top open for you!" After Fear gave his advice, The Fury made an exasperated sigh. The Sorrow's cheeks burned red.

[Wormgod]

((Art: Are you insane!?))
((Yeah...He's nuts. He didn't even catch a cold, that's the weird thing! My cousin is Mr. Freeze.
Hey Sorrow...Wanna play Texas Hold 'Em?))

Artyom chuckled, "That sounds nice." He joked as well, but then Fear had to go and take it too far again...he facepalmed and started walking away, trying to ignore Fear's mention of Sorrow "being on the bottom."

[~Saria~]

((Yep. *pats Art's head*))
((I hate being cold. Luckily for me, I seem to be different from my mother and sister; I am actually capable of producing my own body heat.))
((Sorrow: ...Um...I am no very good at card games...But if you teach me, I might...))

The Fear laughed darkly as Artyom walked off, sounding like quite the insane maniac. That is, until the trapped pyromaniac managed to twist around and punch him in the face, knocking him from his human perch. All the while a frail medium stood alone. He didn't try to catch up with Artyom. After what Fear had said, he wouldn't be surprised if the other Russian avoided him, even if Sorrow only felt that Artyom could be a friend. He already loved someone else. But for once he didn't know what to do. Normally, he would lock himself away with his books, but did he really have any other choice than to stick with this group?

[Wormgod]

((Art: *facepalm*))
((Sure! *hands Sorrow two cards* Don't look at them. Now look at the top one. Now put in all your money in the bet and I win.))

((ooohhh, I have an idea! SUDDEN NINJA-GHOST ATTACK! ))

Artyom didn't really care about the Cobras anymore. Fear was being too much of a b**** for him to bother stopping. It would be nice for Sorrow to come, but then Fear would follow... He just walked along the road, lazily dodging the occasional car, heading towards an abandoned barn ahead.

[~Saria~]

((*licks Art's cheek*))
((Sorrow: ...what?))
((THE PAIN/FEAR HYBRIDS! Heheh, and the ghost parrots...yup, he needs to get possessed. Does Art have any deceased friends/stalkers you want to bother him? ;D ))

The Brazilian grinned.
"Well, my work here is done. G'night!" He scampered up the nearest tree and settled down amougst the branches. Fury shook his head slightly. That man never made any logical sense. He then turned his focus to The Sorrow, who flinched. It wasn't even as if the pyromaniac was glaring at him.
"I'll keep an eye on Fear. Make sure he doesn't run away and terrorize the local community. You should go with Artyom. Seems like the safer option." He spoke bluntly. The psychic nodded, knowing that this would let him have a greater chance of getting some rest. Then he dashed after the retreating figure of Artyom.

[Wormgod]

((Art: 0.0 *runs away*))
((I win! *steals all of Sorrow's money and his underwear*))
((XD OH, the ghost parrots...And yeah! When Art was a child, he snuck out with a couple of other little boys and his foster father's shotgun. They ended up raiding the Dark Ones homes--the National Russian Botanical Garden--and got attacked by a whole bunch of mutated slug-things. One of the kids was left behind, and assumed dead.))

MEANWHILE...

Artyom shuddered. Every time a car went by, they never saw him until the last minute. At first it annoyed him, but now it was nerve-wracking. The Russian turned on his head-lamp and walked along, watching the pool of light in front of him, bobbing up and down with his movements.

"Hey Artyom!" A high-pitched voice called. Artyom stopped cold as a small, black shadow stepped out from the darkness and into his head-light. It waved and started walking forward, giggling like a little boy.

Needless to say, Arty let out a very un-manly scream and sprinted in the other direction, right at Sorrow.

[~Saria~]

((*follows him, giggling*))
((Sorrow: Wait...WAS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO STEALING MY UNDERWEAR?!))
((Mutated slug-things...Yum!))

Due to his cautious nature, The Sorrow was having greater success at crossing the road, waiting for a gap in the traffic. He froze when he heard the scream, something that would have cause him to get hit by a vehicle had he not waited for a clear path. Then he saw the figure. Well, he first saw the bobbing headlight. The glare from the headlight forced him to squint slightly, trying to make out the approaching figure. His eyes widened, realizing who it was.
"A-Artyom?! What is the matter?!" The psychic called out to the running Russian.

[Wormgod]

((Arty: *jumps into a portal in his world* *hides in the Reds boot camp.
Ever hear of the former Russian party "Worker's and Peasants Red Army?" Communist combats groups-turned Soviet army.))
((Yes Sorrow. Yes it was. *holds up a pair of white boxers with little red hearts*))
((XD))

By now, the little ghost-boy was sprinting after Artyom, going even faster than the man, "YOU KILLED ME! YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!" The boy shrieked, and Artyom tackled Sorrow to the group, clasping a hand over the pale boy's mouth, "Sssh! If it doesn't touch you, it can't kill you." He whispered and wildly looked around in every direction, trying to spot the shadow that only appeared in light.