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Post by Dirk Strider on Jun 27, 2014 19:17:00 GMT
A note was struck. It was tender, with a thick vibrato that seemed to tread waters. In the silence of the negative space, the ringing was warm and nostalgic yet very real and beautiful. The death corroding his facial features slowly morphed into something more fragile and kind, an amiable voice reaching through his dreamy haze and finally to his senses. As if by instinct, or maybe it was by the way Roxy did this when something was going down, Dirk had shifted a bit to accommodate the small Lalonde against his side. And their bodies just sort of fit that way. He allows his core, usually always tense and centered, to deflate with a relieved exhale through his nose, and the note chimed upwards from a jarring minor strike into a major lift. Dirk’s eyes were trained on the world outside as it slowly begun to pick up pace with what was present in their car. The texture of wood became surreal and Dirk found a more realistic touch with the other as he dragged his fingertips over the back of the smaller hands on his stomach. The few words Roxy hushed with a sweet almost serenade made an impact on the Strider, and though he was tired, he was so grateful.
Speaking of being tired, it seemed like Roxy was a bit. Out-of-breath tired? Why? It was something to bring up instead of going straight to the issue. That’s usually how things would go with Dirk. While laying his head upon hers, focusing now on the empty seats in front of him, he opened his mouth. “Wh—“ Oh jeez, he’d forgotten how scratchy his throat was. The first syllables to come out of his mouth swung from one part of his vocals to the next. Quickly, he cleared his throat into his forearm and tried again, now idly rolling her fingers individually in-between his. Their trust had gone a long way, and though he wouldn't admit it, it meant the world to him that she was here. “What, don't tell me you were late. Again?” He speaks up a bit, realizing how quietly he was speaking. “If this becomes more annual than it did being a once-in-a-while thing, you’re not going to get as lucky. And then what will we do after your absence?” He caught himself using “we” and felt the corners of his lips fall.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 22:19:35 GMT
Roxy closed her eyes as he moved for her. It took a few seconds, as though he was so out of it that he didn't even notice someone was physically there. Her heart broke a bit more, and she tried to bring him entirely back to reality, rubbing her fingers gently across his side. "Fall asleep?" It's teasing and a bit too quiet for Roxy's tastes, but this honestly wasnt about what she wasnted, especially when Dirk seemed to be in a state like this.
While he fiddled with her fingers, she watched, rather than look up to the reality of the empty seats in front of them. They were broken, as a group, and she was going to do her best to try to fix them. Roxy promised herself that everyone would sit in their cabin by the ride back at the end of the year if she could have anything to help with it.
"Fine, I wont tell you I was late." She huffs, still obviously teasing, "Plus they won't leave wit'out me. I'm, like, th' heart an' soul of this place, and that would jus' be silly. Plus I know for a fact that a professor wouldn't want his star student not at school." She smiles, turning his hand over and poking the calluses on his palm. Roxy had waited all summer to tell any of them about her position as TA, wanting to surprise them and make sure it was a legitimate offer. After a few letters back and forth between Professor Droog, she had the offer in writing, almost set in stone. Now there was nothing stopping her from telling her friends.
A tiny meow makes her look over, not moving her head but glancing out of the corner of her eyes. "Guess it's been 'bout an hour." She mumbles this, as though it's a bit of a surprise, but not a particularly bad one. "Outta my pocket, Muti, 'less you wanna get squished." The cat climbs out of her pocket, quickly growing from the size of her palm into a small cat again. Mutini was the runt of his litter, and never grew past the size of a kitten. Of course, he was still a highly magical cat - some of it being his own magic, and some more of it being Roxy's accidental magic when she was younger - and it was obvious when he opened up all four bright green eyes, jumping off Roxy's lap and looking around with a sneeze. Muti had never liked the train, and it didn't seem like this year was any different. Roxy snorted, looking back at their hands again, "Don't get in trouble." She knew Muti understood her, and nothing else that she said would change his mind either way, so it was better to warn him and hope he listened.
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Post by John Egbert on Jun 27, 2014 22:36:28 GMT
As thankful as John is for having his legs set free, being called a pet sort of cancels that thankfulness out. Dave's pet? Seriously? Hal has no idea what wrath he is subjecting himself to! He looks over at Dave, glaring daggers. "Dave, if I were your pet, I would have run away by now. I like the stray and free life better, you know?" John looks away from Dave, cheeks puffed out a little. When Dave starts to rap, John groans, wishing he could plug his ears. At least his legs are free to move now, so he kicks Dave in the shin. "Who the hell is going to top who?" No, that is not blush on John's cheeks. He's just. Okay, so maybe he's blushing a little, but only because he used to have a thing for Dave (and what Dave sounded in every way wrong) in his second year and he let those feelings go at the beginning of his fifth year. He isn't exactly happy he had a thing for a guy, that's for sure. He isn't about to get into that story though.
John struggles out of the ropes just in time to be hugged by Dave. Oh fuck him! "Dave! God dammit, you are so lucky I haven't changed yet!" John stands up and looks at his honey-covered hand, sighing. He licks some off, sticking his tongue out. "Bluh! Yeah, this stuff is too sweet on its own!" He snickers and wipes it on Dave's back, glancing back at Cal. Wouldn't it be rude to leave Cal alone? Dammit, but John has gifts for everyone. He watches the others leave, looking back at Cal "I have to do something, but we can hang out at school if you want?" He leaves before he hears the answer, following after Dave and Karkat, glancing at Hal. Yeah, he should give his friend's their gifts and book it before Hal changes his mind on letting John loose for now.
"Dave, Karkat hold up. Wait here for a sec!" He bolts down to Jake, smiling. "Thanks for watching my stuff, Jake!" Grabbing his belongings, John moves as fast as he can to his two friends, smiling. "They aren't the best, but I mean. It was what I could afford and what I could find. And yeah I know this doesn't make up for the prank." John opens his backpack and pulls out two wrapped up boxes, handing one to Dave and the other to Karkat. He actually feels kinda bad that he couldn't do better for them. He got Dave some weird fancy apple juice and a few 'ironic' comics, and Karkat got a sweater that John thought was cool and there were a few romcoms in there. Another thing in the boxes for his friends are wand covers that John made. It took forever to do it, but he's glad they cam out alright. Karkat's is grey and has little owls like his on it, and Dave's is red with green and darker red apples on it. He still has bruised fingers from making those things! Heheh. He's not sure if they'll like the gifts, but hey. He tried!
"I'm gonna go change now! Can you put my suitcase wherever you guys are sitting? Thanks, love you guys!" Without waiting for an answer, John grabs his back pack and runs to go change into his uniform. He's not going to change into his uniform just yet though. He's actually really tempted to climb onto the roof of the train. He's always wanted to do that, and hey! Maybe he could right now? He could get in so much trouble though. But. But. Dammit it is so tempting, but Jake would kill him and mount his head on a wall. As cool as that sounds, John isn't interested in that happening. He sighs and goes to change and clean himself off and then walks back to where his friends had been, looking around. They must be in a car now. He looks around, eventually finding them. He pokes his head in, giving a small wave. "Hey, guys! No bombs this time, honest!" He smiles and walks in, closing the door and leaning on it. "Did you... uh... open the things?"
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Post by Eridan Ampora on Jun 28, 2014 0:15:20 GMT
Eridan was standing a few feet from the cart, far enough that the smell hadn’t reached yet. He was trying to remember spells by tapping his wand against his chin. He wanted the smell gone before he scourgified the room. Hopefully that’d fix the room. He huffs, if he could actually get into the room then this would be much easier because then he’d be able to grab his spellbook. “Hey Clio. Wwhat’s that one spell? Ya knoww, the one that fixes smells.” He turns his head a bit awkwardly to eye the owl that’s now perched on his shoulder. She hoots at him and ruffles her feathers, Eridan sighs. “Wwell thanks for the help anywway I suppose.” He taps his foot impatiently against the floor, occasionally taking a few steps back as the smell started to reach him. “I’m sure it started with a…C? No, no, it was an A, right?” Clio looks at him and pecks his ear lightly, Eridan yelps and swats her head away from his own a bit. “Alright! You don’t wwanna help! I get it, sheesh.” He huffs and rubs his ear though not finding any blood was a plus.
“Oh! It’s Venti!” Eridan grins and casts the spell, plenty happy when the smell seems to have disappeared completely. With much more confidence Eridan then casts the scourgify spell on the room and inspects to make sure that the room is for the most part clean before coming back out to hallway and eyeing it for Karkat and Dave. He walks back in the direction that they’d ran off to and he heads off in that direction. When he finds the two coming back this way his smile is nothing but smug. “Guess wwho fixed the cart.” He hums, crossing his arms over his chest. “Also you twwo are still a mess...Ya look pretty awwful." He eyes them up and down.
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Post by Hal Strider on Jun 28, 2014 0:21:07 GMT
John may live for now, but Hal’d be sure to get back at him throughout the rapidly approaching school year. There were plenty other scores to settle with him, anyways, although the rambunctious brunet might not be aware of them. Hal wasn’t exactly known to hold grudges, considering he generally kept to himself so he wasn’t really known for anything besides being crass and sarcastic, but he was surprisingly protective over those he cared about, them being so few, and rather territorial.
He didn’t miss the faint red on the target’s face, making sure to note that for later reference as he glanced between him and Dave, realization suddenly dawning on him. Oh. Oh. Not a homosexual his ass. John could deny it all he wanted but Hal knew a bad case of the dokis when he saw it not from experience or anything what are you insinuating, and John certainly had it bad. Just another reason to add him to his shit list. Perfect. Smirking internally as John bolted past him, Hal turned back toward the direction of their ruined cabi-- Reginold. Dave was right, he had to check on the little guy, shit. Picking up the pace, Hal easily squeezed past Mr. Grumpy O’Bitchface and Co., staring down Jake as he eyed the hedgehog still curled up in his hands.
That English bastard better not have hurt him…
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Post by Jake English on Jun 28, 2014 0:34:21 GMT
That English bastard was actually still standing where they’d left him, although he’d taken more than a few steps back to avoid the noxious fumes leaking from the cabin. He’d have tried to clean the mess up himself (John had done the exact same prank over the summer in his room) but he had been the lucky recipient of Strider shades and two very adorable and frightened pets, neither of which he felt at liberty to set down to grab his wand. So, he spent his awkward minutes watching the Ampora fellow fuss over his bird (Archimedes wasn’t exactly pleased with the current situation either) and hoping they wouldn’t murder his sadly gullible and slightly stupid cousin. Of course, that was rather hypocritical coming from Jake, but at least he had the good sense not to prank irritable Striders first thing in the morning.
He opened his mouth to try and suggest the spells he’d used previously to the guy, but it seems his existence had been completely disregarded. Welp. He figured it out on his own eventually, at least, so the cart was useable again by the time John ran over and snatched up his things and now there was a very threatening Strider headed straight for him oh dear lord in heaven have mercy on this poor boy’s soul. He innocently held Hal’s belongings out for him to snatch up, eyeing him curiously when he, quite uncharacteristically, began fretting over the small hedgehog before shyly glancing over and mumbling a quiet, “Thanks.”
Jake blinked in surprise and gave him a tiny nod, clearing his throat. “O-oh uh, any time?” He’d figured all of the Striders would want his head on a pike, especially Hal considering how much he tailed Dirk, but it seems that wasn’t so. Well that was a relief, despite being a small one. Thinking about the fight only worsened his mood, shit. He needed to find Roxy or Jane or someone to talk to, this wasn’t good for his head.
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Post by Jane Crocker on Jun 28, 2014 1:49:52 GMT
Jane was later than late. She knew she was going to be, but that did not make it any better. She hated being late after so many years of being early, but it could not be helped. Her father needed apt time to check the security of the station and then say good bye.
His good bye was short and sweet, as usual, but this year he left Jane with a parting gift. His patronus, a white cat, was being sent with her (at least for the ride) just to keep her safe. She was still nervous. Who knew that being the heiress to a large baking empire would be such a liability? This summer alone there had been six attempts on her life. Six! And those were just the big ones (bombs, assassins, etc.). She got basic poisonings on a daily basis(she had built up a resistance to those and kept a bezoar on her at all times just in case of larger scale poisonings) and was now officially paranoid. Not as bad as her father, but still ridiculously so.
At the station, she did all that she could to not be noticed, simply slipping in with the crowd. She hung around on the plat form while her father chatted with some fellow wizards. She looked for Roxy, Dirk, and Jake. Unfortunately it looked like they were already on board. Her father then said his last good bye and left her with G-cat(her nick name for her father's patronus). she boarded the train and headed for her usual seat. At least she had had enough time to make extra goodies to make up for her lateness. She opened the door and gazed upon her friends. Dirk was uncharacteristically being comforted by Roxy.
This made Jane stop. She had almost forgotten all about the little drama. She couldn't believe she had gotten so wrapped up in her own troubles that she had neglected her friends. She finally noticed that Jake wasn't there. She put her trunk in the luggage rack and left the goodies (carmel tracked brownies... YUM!) with Roxy, she had a feeling she and Dirk would need them. She turned on her heel and set off to find Jake and bring him home.
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Post by Dave Strider on Jun 28, 2014 2:24:10 GMT
John had left Dave and Karkat to stand in the walkway, a wrapped box now in each of their hands. First the prank, and now this. His buck-toothed bro could be so weird.
Dave shrugged away his train of thought and headed toward the now spotless cart, thanks to Eridan, who looked pleased as shit with himself. Dave passed Hal, giving a small and gentle stroke to the tiny pet’s head with his index finger, “See man, Reg held his own, the little dude is bulletproof. He could like, be used in Mario Kart as one of those things you don’t want to run into on the road because it somehow flips you up 10 feet in the fuckin’ air. Hey did you notice how Dirk never hits them? I mean, it’s like he practically Tokyo Drifts-it around the damned things. Like what the hell. And he always takes Peach’s character first I mean what’s up with that, I thought he wanted to be bishonen, but instead he’s like hoarding the blue-eyed blonde ladies like some Aryan fetish- …Holy shit do you think Dirk is who designed mecha Hitler?” The look that Ampora and his little brother were giving him told Dave that he had said enough.
He retrieved Goliath from Jake, stepped into the compartment and taking the spot where he originally was to the left and next to the window. After examining the box for a few seconds, he tore the wrapping off, and opened the cardboard container to reveal its contents. “Oh fucking- yes, hell yes, John that sly dog, tell me this isn’t the sickest shit.” He held up his apple juice and comics for Hal and Karkat to see. “Did he make these?” Dave looked at his wand holder, examining it more closely. “Well I’ll be damned, Jake where is your mini-you, I have some thanks to push at him like a pilgrim at the family table during the holidays.” The blond looked over at Jake, his own eyebrows furrowing together slightly. “Hey, you gonna sit down…? English, you alright?” He looked directly at the black-haired boy that his twin adored so much- and it was for that very reason that Jake wasn’t alright. Dave knew that, but when there’s a man down you don’t just leave him hanging. Even if he should be the indirect enemy number one right now.
Dave paused after Jake’s silence, tilting his head down to peer at him over his shades, adopting a quieter and more sincere tone, “Well.. Do what is going to make you feel right, man.” Dave had hoped that Jake could catch the ambiguity in that.
Eye contact was broken when John came back into the room, asking if they had open up the gifts. Dave gave him his answer by holding up his sweet loot, “Could you not sense all this swanky shit from outside the door? It reeks of awesome in here. Well, at least now it does.” Dave held out a brofist, “Thanks man, you really didn’t have to. Did you make some’a this stuff?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2014 2:59:09 GMT
While Karkat had intended to just go on completely ignoring John's existence for the rest of the day, but the stubborn brat had gone and shoved something in his hands he didn't have the heart to just drop and keep walking. He growled in reply to his remark about it not being a prank, giving Eridan a quick grunt in acknowledgement as well when he shows back up, and waits for Dave to open his (thankfully harmless) gift first while he talks. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. We got the fucking goo off with a spell but we still reek, ugh. How did you fix the cabin? Fix us too while you're at it, so we can go back to lying around unmolested by nasty dankass stink particles, please."
Leaning over a bit to peer at the contents of John's box, Karkat couldn't help but grind his teeth lightly. It really was thoughtful of John... even if it really did NOT make up for the stupid prank. He contemplates just waiting until he's in a better mood to open his, but John's stupidly compelling exuberance and his own curiosity made him reluctantly open the dumb box, still trying to hold onto his irritation and failing as he regards its contents. Huffing a bit, he passes the ribbon up to his familiar who coos over it and takes it in his beak, content to hold onto it to play with later.
He puts the stupid wand cover on, flushing a little out of embarrassment and wishing he didn't feel so warm and fuzzy over the stupid gifts. He was still mad, damn it! This was not fair. Dumb John and his fucking awful blue eyes were always so good at taking the wind out of his sails, really. He grumbles under his breath and checks the romcoms over as well, feeling even more irritable and appreciative when he realizes they're movies he doesn't own yet. The sweater looks nice and warm as well, much to his (dis)pleasure. Hnngh.
He quietly accepted that they were a decent peace offering maybe, not intending to tell that to John anyway since god knew the smarmy butthole didn't need his head to get any bigger. He ignored whatever the hell Dave said to Jake, figuring it wasn't his business and already having a pretty damn good idea of what that was all about anyway. Like it wasn't obvious to everyone who knew Jake and Dirk. He focuses instead on John, glad for having already resigned himself to never getting anywhere with the boy but still vaguely irritated by how he couldn't help melt over the thoughtful gifts. Stupid stupid stupid.
"It's great, yeah. Thanks, John. If you did make them you shouldn't have spent so much time, stupid. Now I have to give you something back. And Dave will come up with something suitably ironic to return the favor too, won't you Strider? Fuck I should have probably made you guys something too instead of just sitting on my ass all summer and playing with myself at quidditch." He gives a bit of a start, nearly dropping his box as he splutters and backtracks. "I mean by myself! BY MYSELF! Fuck you! All of you! Shut up!" He hisses, mortified as he has another freudian slip. They happen waaaay too often, really, but then what can you expect from someone so uptight about touching and relationships.
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Post by Aza'zel Makara on Jun 28, 2014 4:10:35 GMT
GGK snorted at the girl's questions as he hefted the bags. He made sure to cast a glance at the crowd of 1st years he stepped on/scattered and gave his best "I CAN AND WILL MURDER YOU" smile, he thinks one of them pissed themselves, which he finds hilarious but showing mirth would not be applicable to the intention of scaring them shitless.
"I DID NOT HAVE ANY LUCK IN THE GARDEN. None of the plants I imported took to the soil as motherfucking well as I thought they would. WELL EXCEPT FOR ONE. Some bitching black roses. HOWEVER, THEY SEEM TO HAVE DETRIMENTAL EFFECTS TO CERTAIN WANDS. I plan on all up and looking into it now that there are going to be a fuck ton more wands wandering around." He really did like the roses, they had a quality to them that just oozed malevolent, granted nothing could take the place of his azaleas in his heart. The giant man stows the above average height girl's bags onto a cart and turns back to her cracking his hands and grinning. "And as for the other question. No, I have not met anyone that has even begun to strike my motherfucking fancy. SORRY to disappoint, but as per usual I am still content with what I got now. NOW I HAVE A QUESTION. Have you all up and seen Mituna? That motherfucker is more late than usual and I GROW IMPATIENT." He is more worried than impatient, Astris would never forgive him if something happened to his boy, not to mention all the murder GGK would commit if someone hurt his little motherfucking friend.
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Post by John Egbert on Jun 28, 2014 6:49:44 GMT
"What? Make it? You gotta be kidding me!" John gives a small laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. He really doesn't want them to know just how much of a pain (literally) he went through to make the damn things. His hands are still covered in bruises and blisters from that shit! He looks over at Jake, hoping he won't tell the others. "Nah, I just picked up some stuff from some muggle store, you know? It wasn't much, so I figured I'd get them! I jut can't believe they had ones that fit you guys so well! Heheh." He goes and sits next to Dave, keeping his hands pocketed. "So is it safe to assume you guys liked the stuff?" He smiles, looking at his friends. He chuckles at Karkat saying he has to get John a gift. "You guys really don't have to you know! It really was nothing, so it's no big deal, you know? Just enjoy your gifts and yeah!"
He continues to listen to Karkat, busting out laughing at his slip up. "Oh man! Playing with yourself? Nice wording there, Karkat! I never knew you liked Quidittch that much! I think you might like it even more than me!" God, did John love Quidittch though. Something about flying and defying gravity, the wind in his face. It was a nice feeling, and it also sort of made him feel free. Plus, whenever he flies, all he focuses on are the feelings flying gives him and not falling to his death. Well, maybe not death, but damn would it hurt. "So how were your summers, anyways?"
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Post by Dirk Strider on Jun 28, 2014 9:02:04 GMT
The blond could only find his brow crinkling a bit in her retaliation. It was hard for him to show how he valued his friends. But before he could open his mouth with another snarky remark to help the mood as best as possible, he sat up in a bit of shock once he’d process what she had said. “The star…? ...Roxy.” He breathed. “Rox, no way.” He found himself cracking a small smile, letting her finger go to give her hand a squeeze. “No fucking way. That’s absolutely bomber. Like banana bomber. You're getting too cool for us, slapping the ranks." What professor hooked you up?” Dirk peered down on her from the very side of her face with a small beam, proud more than anything. Once he was given the chance as Roxy prodded at his palms, he clasped his hand around hers as she played with his hands before extending them in front of the two, unwinding his fingers outwards against hers to show a size proportion between his square palm and longer fingers against the slender, smaller, and fragile hand. Geez, did his fingers look log-ish and gross, but I digress. “You've come a long way for this, on a longer road and some of the longest metaphorical shit from yours truly to but enhance.” And a warm smile briefly showed itself as punctuation. "I couldn't be happier for you."
With the quiet, light meow, his eyes flicker from their hands to her moving pocket, lifting his head a bit off hers as Muti shows her fluff-of-fur face. Dirk was never good with animals, never even growing up with any, but rather mechanics and robots to fill different aspects in his life as a kid. Trying to comment on the magical feline became tricky, and he kept his mouth shut, though he continued to watch the miniature being.
As she watched her interact with the cat, letting their hands fall back to his abdomen, he is alarmed of a presence in the doorway by the clambering of luggage. His heart began to shrivel, eyeing the figure just long enough to see that it was Crocker dropping off some confections before hurrying off. Oooooh no.
“Jane, shit, Jane!” He speaks up, but it is too late. Dirk shuffles upwards a bit before remembering the Lalonde and accommodating Roxy’s figure against his once more, the two falling back into place against the wall. “She better not.” Was all he could muster once the emotion in his face dropped back to the pit of his stomach. Moments pass, his heart having picked it’s pace seconds ago, and he buries his nose into Roxy’s weave hair as he shook his head, thinking not of anything in particular outside of the many possibilities.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2014 14:04:24 GMT
She grinned, watching their hands rather than Dirk's face. "I didn't tell y'guys last year, but professor Droog offered me th' position t'be his aid... Like, after I graduate. So that I can like, train t'be a potions teacher." She looked between their hands as their palms pressed together. Her hands were child-sized; Roxy was almost envious of Dirk's own long fingers. "Thanks." She looks back up to his face to catch his smile, and her own grows wider.
For a second, she remembered that she didn't tell him this until now, and Roxy tries to explain herself. "Sorry I didn't tell you. Summer was jus' a lot, and I wanted t'write back and forth with Droog. See if he was serious." She shrugs, looking back down at their hands again, "He was. I gotta letter explainin' it is you wanna look..." She specifically brought it with her for this reason.
The car door opened, and she looked up to see Jane put her stuff away and run out again. This time, Mutini was on her heels. "Fuckin'-" By the time Roxy spoke, the cat was gone, following Jane. "Welp." Roxy sighs, looking back over to Dirk, "Now she has t'come back. Not only is her shit here, but she also has th' cat." Roxy had no clue what he was trying to do.
Mutini was trying to say hello to Jane. She was nice to him, and he hasn't seen her in months, and so he felt a hello was overdue. He jumped at the back of her robe, hooking his claws in the thick fabric and climbed up the rest of the way to sit on her shoulder, blinking his eyes in pairs."Meow." He meowed as though Jane wouldn't notice him obviously being there. Mutini also disliked being trapped, and if there was a way out, he'd take it. Especially one that he was sure would take him back to his owner sooner or later.
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Post by Eridan Ampora on Jun 29, 2014 0:11:25 GMT
Eridan follows the two back to the now clean cart, making sure to cast the Venti spell on all three of the boys before allowing them entrance to the cart. He sits himself down and watches both Karkat and Dave open their ‘Please Don’t Kill Me’ gifts from…John? Yeah that one was John and the one standing by the door, how long had he been there? That was Jake…right? Sure. Whatever. He didn’t interact with either black haired kid much unless it was via Karkat or the few times that he hung out with Dave. Eridan watches the group interact with each other. He was plenty content to sit here and pick dried goo flakes from Cliodne’s feathers. Said bird once again sits on his lap in a nest of scarf irritatedly preening herself. After a few minutes Eridan gathers his scarf and bird up, moving her from his lap to his shoulder again after standing up from his seat. “I’m gonna go make sure Fef’s situated.” He mumbles, mostly to himself before dodging around the legs in the cart and making his way out. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
He glances up and down the hallway debating on a direction to go. He wasn’t 100% sure who Feferi sat with when they ended up separated like this though it was probably more people from her house. She tended to make friends more easily than he did so it wasn’t really a surprise. Eridan reaches up to push Cliodne a bit closer to him to kiss her wing and she squaks at him in return. “Sorry, sorry. You’re in a bad mood, that’s understandable. I’m pretty fuckin’ irritated too. That wwas a shitty thing a John ta do. But you’re all clean for the most part and wwhen wwe get to Hogwwarts I’ll definitely givve you the best bird bath evver don’t you wworry Clio.” As he’s occupied with his own bird, Eridan walks past the cart John had hidden in with Lil Cal though whether they noticed him or not? Eh.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 1:33:44 GMT
Cal's eyes widened at John's words to them. It was rare for anyone to pay them any mind. "You want to...hang out...?" they muttered, perplexed. The idea was...strange to Cal. Someone actually wanted to hang out with them? That was...a little confusing but they accept it. Who knows? They might have more fun being a marionette involved with things instead of just sitting around. They watched John leave and instead of just remaining where they were, they crept to the doorway and watched them run off. John was enjoying the company of companions...and what was Cal doing? Not much really. The noise of the area left and they were overcome with a sudden boredom. They needed something fun to do.
They decided to go back to painting up their nails. Their left hand was finished when Cal caught sight of Eridan passing by. Cute, sweet, fucking adorable Eridan! They giggled and snuck after them, being as light on their feet as possible. Following Eridan and staying out of his range of vision until the right time. It was a neat little trick Cal learned to avoid certain angry relatives. They hugged Eridan from behind, squeezing the young man's waist and giggling.
"Eriiiii!" giggled Cal. "I'm so glad we could talk to each other today..."
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