#vitilitigate

someone had just tumbled down, got back up and started running like there was tomorrow. right from where he the alleyway they had come out of, a steel pipe was suddenly thrown, then a young man came right after.

“ Ты чертовски киска. ” [translation: You fucking pussy!]

Ouch. So that was what being truly rejected felt like. When he thought about it for a second, Masaomi was rejected in the past, but those were out of flirty flings. Never was he turned down out of what he believed to be genuine feelings, though what he may have found out about Orion were the most confusing thing of all. Among one of the things he felt, compared to with others, he felt no desire to pursue his friend. Whereas with other individuals, even if things remained stalled, he always wanted kisses, probably on the mouth, hugs and intimate contacts. Feel as if they were lovers, in everything but name.

Not with Orion.

                ❛ do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again ? ❜

       ❛ what do you mean i have to pick?! ❜ she had never picked out her own birthday        cake, much less on her birthday. ❛ i can’t do that! that’s against the rules! ❜ rules?        what rules? ❛ we have to pick together, silly! we’re both eating this cake! ❜

 She had heard the commotion going on before she had seen it. Before she could stop herself, Zerena rushes over to the source of the noise, quickly withdrawing her sword in case it was needed. It was a group of monsters ganging up on a male who looked very out of place in the field. Without hesitation, the half-elf rushes forward, quickly casting Aqua Edge. The spell doesn’t do much damage, but it does a good job of scaring the monsters off.

Maybe sleeping in the stables wasn’t the best idea, especially since Sumia of all people was guaranteed to come in, but it’s the one place guaranteed some form of quiet.  ...Or at least, it normally is.  Instead of being his normal ‘safe haven’, the stables are loud.  ...Because of one of late Phila’s pegasus knights’ damned mount.

Of course, Hazel’s just as much at fault.  Not because he’s in the stables, but because the stupid horse won’t go in the stall next to him.  It’s not weird at all to sleep with his pegasus.  At least, he’s pretty sure it isn’t... He’s done it for years.  Naturally, dragons eat pegasi, and as much as the dancer’d hate to admit it, he is, regrettably, a dragon.

“ Really... “ A hand rubs his nape again; his own habit out of embarrassment. “ Why do you always make everything so much about me... “ At this point, he’s used to it, yet not at the same time. Orion would always come up with something new all of a sudden.