"On one hand those pants are very eye
catching. Nice choice friend. However what I REALLY want to know is.... What
kind of bike you riding? Or is that just for show?" ~Bloodhair
Nate: "It's just for show. I borrowed
it from Trent, who ..."acquired" it in the Mojave."
Trent:
"Men wearing turtlenecks needs to
stop. You all look like pussies. Got a fanny pack to bitch?" ~Sigefrid
Trent: "No, I don't own a fanny pack.
I do drag boulders and trees for fitness, though, and this keeps me from
getting rope burn."
"Are you dragging them with your
NECK!?" ~ Sigefrid
Trent: "No. I just like to be cozy.
But I can take it off, if you prefer."
"No.... " Sigefrid replied nearly
looking suddenly uncomfortable by the others comment and actions.
Trent grinned and put his shirt back on.
"Turtleneck it is!"
Sebastian:
"Is it weird I have the sudden urge to
just... Flick a nipple?" ~Dagfinn
Sebastian blinked. "What?"
"What!? I'll let you flick mine!"
Dagfinn replied just flashing one nipple with an eyebrow waggle at the guy.
"Fair enough." Sebastian grinned.
"Go ahead."
"Ha!" The male nearly looked
gleeful that he's just succeeded and moving forward he soon flicked the others
nipple with a finger before he shot a glance back over his shoulder towards
where some of his friends were standing and grinned wickedly. He was definitely
collecting that money for being dared to pull this shit.
Sebastian smirked and flicked the other man's nipple back. "There you go. Satisfied?"
(as Serena)
"Having a seriously hard time looking
anywhere but your eyes right now. They're beautiful" ~Bloodhair
"Thank you, that is so sweet!"
Serena batted her lashes at him.
"Anytime gorgeous" Bloodhair
replied with a bit of a sly wink.
Serena winked back with a little giggle.
"So... where are you from?"
"Norway, unless you mean more
specifically" He replied with a small shrug. "You?"
"United States, unless you mean more
specifically." Serena grinned. "Do all Norwegian men grow their hair
out like you?"
Nathaniel watched this exchange, laughing
quietly behind his fist; this was going to be fun.
Serena rolled her eyes and shoved Nate, hard,
out of the room. "Butt. Out," she snapped through clenched teeth.
"Uuhh kind of I suppose?"
Bloodhair replied before eyeing the other from earlier with a sort of snort.
"Friend of yours?" He asked looking to Serena with a raised eyebrow.
"... You could call him that. I
wouldn't," Serena scoffed. "Can I touch your hair?"
"Umm.... " He suddenly looked a
bit nervous and vagally uncomfortable at the question for a moment. For a
moment he seemed to glance over his shoulder before finally shrugging. "I
guess? Not sure I see the appeal though. They ain't snakes." He replied a
bit jokingly about the thick dreads that hung just past his shoulders. Though
he did start to regret agreeing only seconds after remembering there was likely
a fair amount of horse blood still soaking into them from earlier that day.
Serena smiled and reached out a hand,
gently stroking his dreads. She recognized the consistency of blood
immediately, but didn't flinch.
"Rough day?" she asked. "Can
I help you clean up?"
"More like thrilling day" He
replied in response with a bit of a smirk as he looked down at her slowly
following her every movement and his arms moved across his chest. A slight
smirk began to pull at the corner of his lips as he heard her question.
"Do you offer that to every stranger you meet? Beginning to sound as if
you're coming onto me" He replied faintly whispering the last part as he
shot the other a bit of suspicious yet amused look.
"Only the ones with blood in their
hair," Serena teased. "Your idea of a thrilling day sounds like my
idea of a thrilling day," she murmured, stroking his hair a little more.
Faustus: "I should not care what a mortal such as yourself thinks of me, but I shall deign to admit myself curious for the time being."
"You look like my old math teacher who
used to send me to detention at least twice a week. Pretty sure he got fired
for fucking a teenage boy to" Riz replied all to casually with a shrug.
"Foolish of him to get caught,"
Blackwood remarked. "I'll have you know that I am the Headmaster of the
Academy of Unseen Arts."
"That explains it.... And now I'm
mildly uncomfortable" Riz remarked making a bit of a face of disgust at
the mere thoughts that had just crossed his mind.
"Blackwood makes everyone
uncomfortable," Nate butted in to remark. "He tried to kill Trent and
me the first night we met. He does have that creepy schoolteacher look, but
he's hard to take seriously once you get to know him."
Father Blackwood huffed and crossed his
arms. "Pay no mind to Nathaniel," he said haughtily. "You've no
reason to be uncomfortable."
Riz eyed the new male with a bit of a
raised eyebrow. "No shit? Hadn't noticed" He remarked before sort of
snickering a bit at the others dismissal of the other. "Well you did just
state a child molester was foolish to get caught soo.... Makes you sound like a
weirdo to" He told the other glancing Blackwood over with a bit of disgust
and uncertainty again.
"Well, I, er--" Blackwood was
caught off-guard. "I wasn't aware that by "teenager" you meant
the younger set. Eighteen and nineteen are also teenagers."
"Yea.... He slept with A CHILD"
Riz replied before actually sort of chuckling and shaking his head. "Like
sixteen or seventeen I can't remember details. Still weird seeing as he was
probably in his forties at the time" He explained to the other before moving
to fish a cigarette from the inside the leather kutte he wore. "Dude was
weird. Keep talking so you continue to sound less like him" he teased a
bit finally cracking a bit of a dorky smirk.
Blackwood cracked a rare smile back.
"I'm in my forties," he pointed out. "That sounds far too young
to be interesting. I won't go younger than twenty, at least in physical age.
Chronologically I would prefer if they were at least 25." Through his posh
accent, he could hear himself beginning to ramble. Damn those boys for being
such a bad influence!
"Ah yeah... I'm old as dirt almost. So
I prefer at least thirty five plus at this point. Any younger they start
getting immature and annoying" He replied rather nonchalantly as he moved
to place the cigarette between his lips and lit it up.
Faustus thought of Nathaniel and Trent, who
were 31, and Sebastian, who was 32, and smiled to himself, secretly agreeing
with Riz. But what he said instead was, "My wife is about 25."
"About twenty-five?" Riz cast the
the other a raised eyebrow as a quirky smirk played at the corner of his lips.
"You know how old she is right? Pretty sure every female I know would kill
their man if he forgot that kind of thing" He sort of teased the other as
he blew some of the smoke from his cigarette out and moved to lean more against
the doorway where he'd been nearly the entire duration of said conversation.
"I was under the impression it was rude to ask a lady's age, and besides, she's never told me. I'm certain it's on her intake paperwork somewhere, but I never bothered to look it up."
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