"No, not that kind of pit. It's an arena. An arena where people fight in front of a crowd. A battle competition, you can say. It's called the pit, cause it's slightly underground." That wasn't the reason, obviously, but she may understand it better that way.

NO. He refused to give this YOUNGBLOOD the satisfaction of antagonizing him, yet he also refused the desire to not be antagonizing back. “Do you wear those piercings because you don’t want people to notice your daddy issues?”

Crux gets his own room because of his seniority. The new recruits can stay in yours.

               ❝ And what is this now ? ❞ Bare human feet stopped to walk through the woods the moment the Marai noticed the Vastaya has stopped first and hearing her question has made the siren really CONFUSED; turquoise eyes staring at the others orbs in disbelief. ❝ Why wouldn‘t I ? ❞ Why she can‘t just help---- does she really needs a reason to WORRY about Xayah ? Does she really needs a reason to worry about A FRIEND ? ❝ Because I DO. ❞

“Oh, so you’re still around as well. Well I at least enjoyed the peace and quiet while it lasted...”

The words she spoke made him smile, those bright eyes of his looking over her in a way that spoke of his desire for her. He could do rough, especially if she asked him to. His smile only grew as she drew closer, feeling her hands pressing against his chest, claws gently curling into his skin. Oh, he was quite happy with that. He reciprocated, his hands grabbing hold of her hips, lifting her so that she was more eye level to him. Leaning in, his teeth closed on her bottom lip, giving it a playful tug as his hands went to her rear, groping at her hungrily, claws threatening to tear through her clothing as if it didn’t matter.

Immediately, Rakan happily kissed her back, letting his lips mesh with her own. The taste of Xayah was immediately heavy on his lips, and he quite enjoyed it. Shivers rolled along his spine, urging him to draw her closer, and he certainly did so, arms sliding around her waist, making sure that she was pressed to him, and he to her. Just as things were meant to be. The first kiss ended, and he was about to make comment about it being an exquisite thing, her lips, but before he could open his mouth and say a single thing, she kissed him again. This one did not linger as long as the first, and he didn’t necessary mind that. Bright eyes danced, and this time he didn’t immediately go to speak when their lips parted, instead leaning and nudging his nose against her own, a hum of delight rumbling in his throat. Finally, he did whisper something, his words leaving his lips to brush against her own in their movement. “That’s a way to get me to shut up.” He teased, before kissing her again, at least briefly.

“Hm. Perhaps you may be right or you may be wrong. Humans are very fickle when you try to put them in a box and will also try to rebel against that. Then again, some of them are destined to stay there and unable to fight the path set for them.”