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Clay smiled, blushing as he played a few random strings on his guitar, having just finished quietly playing a song while him and Jack relaxed. He hadn't heard Jack sing before, but damn, were they good,

"Ya'll uh...ya'll got a real pretty voice there Jack," He complimented, "I'd like to hear it more, please?"

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The glow from the fairy lights that been strung up in the backyard of Jack’s home gave enough light to se with out harshing on the more romantic mood that Jack was going for….when he tried to plan this date out with his chameleon bot and all. Clay had suggested the fairy lights, because they were ‘less of a fire hazard’. Jack guessed that was a good call on the cowboy’s part though even with how gentle the wind was. It would make embers spark and fly off.

The back yard garden had a lot of time, and money poured into it mostly to show off like most things about the house. Though Jack felt Clay might like it, it was tranquil and private. Ponds and small streams with even a bridge to cross plenty of plants to add a naturally grow look of bamboo plants, trees and some bushes. It was spacious area letting them have a corner of it all to themselves almost like a mini back yard just for them.

It fitted the mood, course seemed Clay felt like it could still use more as he settled in the grass, and propped his guitar in his lap. Fringes strum over chords. And Jack swore his own heartstrings must be getting plucked as well. Though as Clay played and Jack rested in the grass, he felt like he knew the melody they were playing.

Then it suddenly hit him. He knew this song! Maybe he and Clay have some songs in common that they liked? Jack smiled to himself at the thought. Jack didn't want to interrupt Clay from playing, though, just to tell him this. But, he also wanted Clay to know he knew the song.

"And if I listen, there's a whispering sound." Jack jumped in once he felt he knew where in the song Clay had gotten to. "It's all a mystery, and my heart is cold. Longing for the warmth when someone holds you close."

Jack loved the way Clay's playing sounded, yeah, he's heard music a lot and even guitars, but never like Clay. Far as he was convinced, Clay's playing was angelic.

"Ya'll uh...ya'll got a real pretty voice there Jack,"

"Hmm?"

Jack turned to look at Clay, he was ready to compliment them but Clay beat him to it. "Oh uh..yeah?" it wasn't something Jack ever got complimented on before. Sure he sang when drunk at bars or clubs but that's different from being with a crowd of drunk idiots who can't carry a tune.

"I'd like to hear it more, please?"

"Fizz ? Hey, can we talk ? " he starts calmly, patting the seat next to him. "You remember how I said all I've got is time, right ? " His gaze is locked on theirs, searching those gorgeous eyes.

"Well, how would you feel if you were to share immortality with me ? " ( OKAY OKAY. Last one for now. This has been bugging me & it needed to be sent :'3 )

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It's a good thing Fizz didn't like to leave and go out often, mainly because he's never been all the able to step foot out into the open with out having his fans there to gawk at him. Or worse his starkers and other creeps to try and well he rather not dwell too much on what they would do or like to do to his person given the chance. Especially after the last kidnapping attempt. Being home where he safe was perfect. Besides seeing how someone, a very handsome prince of Lust that is, sort of outed out their whole relationship? Along with Fizz quitting on Mammon? Yeah Fizz was staying on the down low as possible here. Just meant more time with Ozzie and since they didn't have to worry about being 'secret' did make things far better.

But Maybe it was just him thinking about it all to much Ozzie didn't seem very himself. Fizz tried not to dwell on it even when Ozzie dipped out to his office space. But checking in on him should be fine. Besides not like Fizz had much going on right now. Guess he was the one with all the time in the world. He thinks before peeking into Asmodeus office.

"Heeey Ozzie" He asks letting the bells on his hat jiggle a little as he dips his head to the side looking over to the prince, "Ya been holed up in here good while thought I see how ya doing?" He asks before making his way into the office. Smile wide as he makes his way over to Ozzie. "maybe you should eat? I mean you'll have to cook first but ya know?" he playfully suggests they both know Fizz shouldn't cook, he likely would get water to burn at some point here soon.

"Fizz ? Hey, can we talk ? "

Oh this didn't sound good nor did it make his anexity quite down but he keeps his smile plastered on. "hmm course Ozzie." Moving over to take a seat beside him "Soo whats up? somethin' eattin' at ya big guy?"

"You remember how I said all I've got is time, right ? "

Fizz can feel a faint blush heat his face but smiles as he returns the Lust princess gaze. "Course I do?" He phases it as a question, not because he didn't but more because he wanted to know where he was going with this. He did feel more confident and at ease with things between them since they had that moment at the clown pageant. A very needed talk, guess when you keep everything under wraps though it makes it hard to have those type of talks because you always feel it could just end. "So what about it?" he offers a tilt of his head a bit confused here.

"Well, how would you feel if you were to share immortality with me ? "

"You can do that?" eyes searching the Lust princes own expression, the power the elite demons held was always something to marvel at he had to admit. Maybe because he was towards the end of the food ladder here. But still. "Wait wait!" only know fully understanding what Ozzie was saying and getting at here. "You? You want me to be with you basically forever? I'm still wrapping my head around the fact you want me at all, hell that you love me even let's be honest!" He was rambling he couldn't help it. "But forever?" he looks back up to them unsure about this. "I i mean of course I do I would love to be with you always Ozzie, not being with you? I don't like to think about. But are you sure? I know you don't care who knows anymore but"

Stolas mind was in so many places these days his heart? who knew what it's state was he tried to not think about the painful ache in his chest right now. Just it had all been so much lately. Everything with Blitz? was for lack of better terms nothing short of a train wreck. He was still recovering from his time in the hospital consider it the final wake up call he needed. Stolas was an idiot a fool worse he was just so stupid.

Years trapped in a loveless marriage of convince hardly even that in all truth. Only to produce an heir to his throne in case he died and needed to pass on his title to Octavia. He hoped that wouldn't be the case, if only to spare her from the same sort of life he had grown up in. Recent events had made that seem far more likely to happen of course. Not to mention Stella dragging out this who mess all to torment him more. Least she was out of his home that was a start. One of many things he needed to handle and deal with after all his mistakes. Wouldn't fix them but still.

Currently he was back at Ozzie's place, with the hops of getting a crystal to give to Blitz. Another mess he needed to sort out. His heart and mind just were all over the place not aligned in the slightest. He's not even sure what prompted it maybe because he been spending a lot of time with Asmodues it was to get that crystal after all. But maybe he was leaning in to their company too much? Maybe it was the rumors of Blitz and Fizz? He knew Blitz went to confess his feelings to his old friend after all. He sent them away with a smile.

"We could be together, if you wanted to."

"Excuse me?" was his answer mostly spoke out of surprise, unsure he heard them correctly as he furrowed his brow in confusion. Quirking his beak a little before he lets his face crack and looks nearly annoyed. He wasn't in the mood for this. Assuming the prince of Lust was messing with him. "I understand you were part kf the audience of the start of what truthfully been the worst time of my life but can you nkt enjoy the delight of my pain so openly?!" Stolas slightly snaps when he speaks. Trying to clam himself from being any more upset than he is.

Everything was out in the open well ot was basically always in the open Fizz and Ozzie were known as hells worst kept secret after all. At best they were just coming off as being in some form of denial. But after the announcement during the clown pagent? Yeah there was really no hiding it now was there? But didn't mean thing went by smoothly.

Fizz loved attetion he was good about eatting up the lime light after all. He been bathed in that glow since he was just a kid. A rising star from the start. Even of he was quitting being a spokesmen for Mammon, Fizz frame wasn't going to change much besides he was still a constant act at Ozzies club as well. It was a nice thought that grounded his worries. Not all of them though. As he and Oz made thier way back home he hand thier clawed hand trapped between two of his own. The celebrating was likely to contuine, of course.

But Fizz just he really can't help it even if Ozzie kept trying so fucking hard to reassure him about thier relationship he can't help but mutter a worry. Sometimes the just are planted in so deeply in the mind and don't take long to spurt out and grow from his worry and concerns. It's one thing to keep it a bad hidden secret after all but now? Now it's far worse! Everyone more in thier bussniess Oz will hear about it among the other royal demons even.

So many of these worries were voiced and some weren't he couldn't really keep tract of what had passed over his tounge only for Ozzies sweet soothing voice to his his ears and like always comfort and melt away all his fears.

"They told me if I fell in love with you I would regret it. But I haven't. Not for a second."

The Imp stood and blinked for a few seconds left to just be in pure awe of just hoe sure Ozzie always seemed to be and always was when it came to things between them. He swallowed hard he wished he had just a touch of that confidence. As his face darkened with a touch of a blush. It make sense he be warn he was seen as a lowly imp after all didn't matter if he was famous didn't matter if Mammon was his boss. But at the same time? It didn't matter he was an imp, or that he worked for Mammon. Asmodeus might, no not might. Asmodeus knew what he was into Fizz knew that. So he knew who he was into also. He laughs a bit to himself that logic in his brain sounded a little stupid at best.

Fizz knows its been a good while since he had been around Blitz, but its funny how some time apart didn't seem to change much between them. Like knowing when Blitz clearly was up to something, as to what that something was? Fizz couldn't figure it out at the time but he knew when something was being suspicious. And Blitz reeked of that in the moment. But even with that thought when Blitz handed him over the clearly old piece of paper Fiiz stuck to his word. If Blitz asked of course he would do it. Anything.

Look he understands a bit better what happened and that Blitz didn't do it on purpose even. It was all a big mistake, a freak accident. Maybe he shouldn't use that word involved with what cause such a drastic change in his own life but still. As he looked at the paper he looks between Blitz and the paper before he carefully opens it up. "You're spelling sucked." he jokes faintly before fully giving his attention down to the paper in his hands.

It so odd he doesn't know what other word to apply there. Reading this letter knowing this was meant for him 15 years ago. Fizz used to be able to read Blitz's writing with out an issues guess hes out of practice here. But after a few seconds? It almost felt like he was back to those old days at Blitz's family circus. Ready to speak up and ask something when he was presented with a lovely rose. He had many sent to him and throw to the stage but, he never seen one this beautiful before. Eyes drifting to look at Blitz blinking slightly he had to admit he wasn't following anymore he thought it was Blitz giving more explanation on everything that happened that day.

But he still felt this way? After all this time? Eyes widen a little at the confession. He swallowed thickly as he held the letter to his chest. He swears anyone around them would be able to hear his heart beating in his chest again. Fizz felt like a teen again in that moment as he could feel heat hit his face a blush easy to see thanks to the white makeup on his face.

Raphael didn't worry too much about the mess if he at least got it sorted out that would be fine. His main concern was all towards Leo guy was clearly not at his best right now. Once he had the broken pieces of porcelain piled up he just went and swept it over to join with the rag for now. Looking back at Leo once they seemed to come back from where ever their mind had them in that moment. He dose follow the gesture to sit with Leo. For once no arguments followed from the more rebellious of them all. Raphael simply moves to sit right away, looking Leo over intently. as he lets them have the floor to speak.

"Jei?" Raphael questions looking back towards the mess left behind by the cup, before he looks back to his brother "you mean the creepy blind wolf guy we fought wit?" Raphael just held a look of confusion fart as he and well all of them even Usagi were concern about Jei had died that day. He was sure that rabbit killed them. It was clear Raphael hadn't seen any sign of Jei himself. But he didn't like this wolf messing with Leo.

Recalling that dream they all shared, how easily they all fell under his hold even with one single touch. If this guy was zeroing in on Leo? Raphael reaches over a moment to once again take hold of his brothers shoulder. "Ya sayin' he's in ya head again?" Raph questions, they all know what that was like having been victims to Jei's trick before. No wonder Leo looked like shit then. "How long? Has he been ya know showin' up?" His grip on Leo tightens slightly.

Raphael didn't like the idea of Jei being around but worse messing with Leo at that. They git lucky before once he had his hold on someone you wouldn't even know. "Has it only been in ya dreams and seein' 'im?" Raphael didn't like this ar all. It didn't settle well in his shell. "Tell me where an', an' I'll plomel 'im for ya before he gets a chance to think of doin' anything to you." Raphael threatens.

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Normally Raphael would like to go up top side and just be out and about freely exploring the city. Maybe call up Casey and hang out. Or find some trouble to stop. But Mikey wanted to spend time together. Just the two of them. And that's what stood out to Raphael the most. Normaly Mikey seemed happy to chat about his favorite show to Leo or to hang around Don when he was busy in his lab fiddling away with chemicals and such. Sure sometimes Raph and Mikey hung out he kind of liked going into Mikey's room and and just sitting with them.

But a full on invite to spend time together? well maybe that changed his tune about his usual reactions when Mikey got just a bit too clingy. The reaction wasn't because he hated it, he liked it. More than he maybe should.

"Mikey can' we watch literally anything else?" Raphael was quick to complain over Mikey's choice of movie, he much rather watch something with action in it after all him self. Looking over to his brother making his dislike pretty well known to them but Mikey had a secret weapon all his own. Something that could get even Raphael to let up when those damn sky blue eyes hit him with a wide pleading stare. Raphael has to swallow hard hoping and praying to whatever he could to please don't let him blush in that moment.

"fine." he caves, before he makes himself at home in Mikey's roomy. Kind of messy but it wasn't all that bad as he settled down on to Mikey's bed. "But 'm pickin' next time got it?" Raphael insists but there a good chance it would be the same as now. As Raphael found himself settled on the push mattress and mess of blankets and pillows. Watching the movie start to play on the old screen of the tv in Mikey's room. You think the fact they had thier own tv would mean he wouldn't need to hog the one in the pit so much. Never stopped the youngest of them though.

Any sense of comfort that Raphael had found himself in however? Was quick to fade. He felt the mattress shift when Mikey finally joined him on the bed. He didn't think much of it when they moved to be closer to Raphael. Mikey wasn't really much for 'person space' or 'person bubble' never really had been he invited himself into your space no matter what. It's when he sort moves to rest in against Raphael that makes his breath hitch a moment. Eyes lowering as he finds Mikey cuddling in against his side, head resting to his plaston. He can feel his cool skin suddenly heat up. "uh Mikey? what-a" he takes a moment to try and clear his throat when he feels how his own voice cracked a moment. "what are ya doin'?" looking down at them curious for the answer. Dreading how his heart his pumping like he been running around on the rooftops. Terror and joy were just vibrating over every inch of his scales right now.

"I just want to be held for a little while."

"Uh?" expression soften a moment "ya okay Mikey?" he offers and soon his arms find it natural to curl around his brother and hold them close to himself. He's just so used to Mikey being more energetic so the sudden want thrown him off. He dose smile a little over how easily Mikey seems to fit against him when they are like this. Shifting to support their weight against himself. Raph let out a drawn out sigh "Alright, i'll hold ya too." As if it was the same with Mikey choice in movie.

Moving to rest his cheek to the top their head letting the pounding of his chest become more a soft thumping. Raphael couldn't care what was playing right now as he just let himself enjoy this instead. "Ya lucky ya my brother Mikey." Raphael tosses out idly, as if that was the only reason they got this special treatment from him. Leo and Don wouldn't Raph would think they were nuts for wanting to be like this. Mikey's a bit more affectionate so it helps. But Mikey's too cute for Raphael's own good as well. More so when hes hit with their blue eyes as he had been.

It just felt so right to be like this, Mikey tucked in to his side so naturally. Every if Raphael felt like his skin was on fire the whole time. He really hopes the pounding in his ears from how rapid his heart was going, is something only he can hear. Because there was no way he ready to explain to Mikey that he was crushing on well Mikey. Instead he tries not to focus on how warm he feels, or how they smell and instead tries to bear through the movie they picked. A favorite of Mikey's in fact?

Donnie loved his brothers, he did, but he dreaded revealing what was bothering him to Raph. He was the one who constantly joked about it & well sad to say, he was right. 

Shuffling into their room, gaze glued to the floor, he stays by the door just in case. "You were right." Tone is soft, dejected, but he's sure Raph can hear him. "I never really had a chance with her." ( '12 DonnieRaph :3 )

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Was it made the nicest way to go about it no not really, but Raphael wasn't one to pull punches he didn't work with kid gloves on like Leo or Mikey did. Then again they were less blunt compared to Raphael himself on top of it all. But well come on how could Donatello arguably and not, the smartest of them all truly think he stood a chance with a human girl? They weren't human. Don was just setting himself up for heart break. And everyone else was what willing to let Don go through that? Just to feed his delusions? That seemed far more cruel come pared to what Raph was doing. Which is what he had told Leo and Mikey but again he was in the wrong here. So he just holed up in his room uncaring he knew he was right. Not his fault they were unable to accept that.

Beside, the sooner Don accepted it the better. Why focus on that when there were other better choices out there? Someone who wouldn't string him along or make him think there was a slim chance and Don? Seemed fine with a slim chance alone to keep hope there.

Idly tapping drum sticks to his drum set, not really playing them just making noise at best as he was busy in his own thoughts. he notes his door opening and lifts a hand ready to throw one of the sticks "How many times do I have tell you Mikey to stop comin' in to my- oh Donnie?"

Raphael's change in tone wasn't so much due to seeing he mistook Don's entrance in his room for Mikey but more the fact it was Don i the first place. Don's gaze was focused on to the floor as they shifted their way in. Raphael quirked his beak slightly.

"Uh whats up Dee?"

"You were right."

Raphael wasn't following in the moment, "yeah always 'em bout time you noticed Einstein." He gruff slightly moving up from his seat. He can at least tell something is wrong as he makes his way over to his brother. "but for the hell of it wanna let me in on what 'm right bout here?"

"I never really had a chance with her."

Despite how soft his voice was Raphael did mange to catch what they said. "oh" he offers his face falling as he sort of lets pieces fall to make the final picture. "What do you? I mean when did you? how?" He was tripping over his question here suddenly that more blunt edge of his way to give truth and honestly wasn't quite as sharp. Maybe part of him was wrong for his approach? He slightly quirks his beak as he looks them over.

Fuck this was awkward as all hell. The red banded turtle thought as he reached to rub the back of his head. Before shifting his gaze back to Don. He knew they liked April but he's starting to see it might been a bit more for them. Now he feels sort of sorry for Don. "I didn' wanna be right ya know?" he at least offers unsure if that means anything here now. "I jus' Dee I didn't want ya to get hurt." Not that it seemed to matter he still did get hurt.

"I can protect ya from a lotta shit Donnie, but not well 'his. So I thought if I got you to see you could be rejected I dunno maybe it soften the blow when it happened?" He still was pretty set on the fact it would end how it has. Comforting or not he meant every word. He reaches over slow, and curls his fingers in to gently bump them with his knuckles a faint punch. Comfort wasn't his best area here that was more Mikey's thing after all. "ya know what ya need?" he waits for any sign they are listening. "A distraction?" he offers maybe it's guilty but he still wants to try. "you say it we'll do it? wanna watch tv? you pick the show. Wanna look for scraps for anything your working on? i'm ya guy." He sighs "Fuck i'll even agree to working on our dumb mazes and mutants characters with you." he lets his smile pull into a frown.