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@$%&There was a pause as the two hybrids waited in silence for others to congregate--the calm before the storm, perhaps. For a time Kaena and Anselm both absently pulled on the hookah and took swigs of the firewater, though Anselm's lazy expression lifted considerably as Razekiel appeared on the scene. It was fairly easy to guess why the red-faced man was one of his favourites, and Anselm popped up out of his seat to greet him. "Glad you could make it, man," he said, giving him a chum-like high five/handshake. "You've got to see this," he continued, before lapsing into a moment of stunned silence as he considered the dilemma inherent in his statement. "'ere," he slurred, gently picking the sheet away from his pseudo-cousin's face, only to gingerly poke two holes through with his long, sharp claws. Naturally, they penetrated outward away from the other man's eyes--no matter how fucked up he got, Anselm possessed some remarkable ability to maintain an air of capability and common sense. With his task complete, he gestured wildly to the pile of marijuana (which had since been moved to the table so it wouldn't be kicked and scattered away), grinning broadly.
@$%&With a laugh he crashed back into his seat at Kaena's side, though he didn't have long to consider much else before Halo showed up. Her flamboyant outfit was the first thing to catch his attention, though it was quickly overshadowed by her strange attitude. An exclamation and a raucous laugh: "No worries, lass, been doin' that since before you were born!" Technically, the Mansion belonged to all of them, and he'd probably spent several nights crashing in the Lord's bed chambers before she'd even been conceived. He had lived in the Waste since before the great fire, after all--to be upset over guests in the great estate seemed as silly to him as getting riled up about others being in the general vicinity of the caves. As long as they weren't in his cave or her room, there shouldn't have been a problem, yes? His mind took a stab at empathy and he decided the big, empty house was probably relatively quiet before they got there--well, there was only one way to cope with such belligerence: to become wild and rowdy oneself, of course! Fortunately, Kaena already seemed to be on it, offering the teen a hose so that she could partake, and so he simply nodded in encouragement.
@$%&Of everyone's antics so far, he had to admit Mason's skull dragging across the floor was the most amusing. "'n where'd you get that?" he wondered sloppily, gesturing toward the "mask." Had it fallen off of one of the pikes, or had Inferni's youngest resident retrieved it from somewhere beyond the borders? Anselm took a long, contemplative drag on the hookah as he mulled it over, but before he could get much further Hybrid appeared and Anselm immediately sensed that his energy was not quite "in tune" with the rest of the group's. He was too tense, too pointed. "Having a party!" he exclaimed through a cloud of smoke, just as Kaena unexpectedly leapt from her seat and shoved a bottle of liquor in the coyote's face. Anselm simply grinned and held up his hose as yet another offer to the male; though it wouldn't be the blood-fuelled chaos Hybrid might have preferred, it was still destined to be a night of mayhem at the very least.
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@$%&There was a pause as the two hybrids waited in silence for others to congregate--the calm before the storm, perhaps. For a time Kaena and Anselm both absently pulled on the hookah and took swigs of the firewater, though Anselm's lazy expression lifted considerably as Razekiel appeared on the scene. It was fairly easy to guess why the red-faced man was one of his favourites, and Anselm popped up out of his seat to greet him. "Glad you could make it, man," he said, giving him a chum-like high five/handshake. "You've got to see this," he continued, before lapsing into a moment of stunned silence as he considered the dilemma inherent in his statement. "'ere," he slurred, gently picking the sheet away from his pseudo-cousin's face, only to gingerly poke two holes through with his long, sharp claws. Naturally, they penetrated outward away from the other man's eyes--no matter how fucked up he got, Anselm possessed some remarkable ability to maintain an air of capability and common sense. With his task complete, he gestured wildly to the pile of marijuana (which had since been moved to the table so it wouldn't be kicked and scattered away), grinning broadly.
@$%&With a laugh he crashed back into his seat at Kaena's side, though he didn't have long to consider much else before Halo showed up. Her flamboyant outfit was the first thing to catch his attention, though it was quickly overshadowed by her strange attitude. An exclamation and a raucous laugh: "No worries, lass, been doin' that since before you were born!" Technically, the Mansion belonged to all of them, and he'd probably spent several nights crashing in the Lord's bed chambers before she'd even been conceived. He had lived in the Waste since before the great fire, after all--to be upset over guests in the great estate seemed as silly to him as getting riled up about others being in the general vicinity of the caves. As long as they weren't in his cave or her room, there shouldn't have been a problem, yes? His mind took a stab at empathy and he decided the big, empty house was probably relatively quiet before they got there--well, there was only one way to cope with such belligerence: to become wild and rowdy oneself, of course! Fortunately, Kaena already seemed to be on it, offering the teen a hose so that she could partake, and so he simply nodded in encouragement.
@$%&Of everyone's antics so far, he had to admit Mason's skull dragging across the floor was the most amusing. "'n where'd you get that?" he wondered sloppily, gesturing toward the "mask." Had it fallen off of one of the pikes, or had Inferni's youngest resident retrieved it from somewhere beyond the borders? Anselm took a long, contemplative drag on the hookah as he mulled it over, but before he could get much further Hybrid appeared and Anselm immediately sensed that his energy was not quite "in tune" with the rest of the group's. He was too tense, too pointed. "Having a party!" he exclaimed through a cloud of smoke, just as Kaena unexpectedly leapt from her seat and shoved a bottle of liquor in the coyote's face. Anselm simply grinned and held up his hose as yet another offer to the male; though it wouldn't be the blood-fuelled chaos Hybrid might have preferred, it was still destined to be a night of mayhem at the very least.
anyone who needs pp changed let me know o: