Luna
" I Am The Aura "
With his own plate near empty and his partner's mental state, while still emotional, was in a more stable spectrum Luna felt less compelled to show Shadi active support. She was smiling now, after all, and he couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself when her voice rose just enough above the chatter in the restaurant to be a pang of awkwardness for the silver-haired girl. There was still a part of her that was the awkward, easily-embarrassed teen he met way back. But it didn't define her character any longer, she had grown so much and used that stammering girl to build a foundation. Luna pushed a morsel of vegetables around on his plate as he thought of these things with a smile. Strange, food somehow tasted different to him now. Familiar, but also very, very different somehow.
Then his gaze met that of the man across from him. In truth he was very flattered even if he offered a mild-mannered smile in return. "It honours me that you would consider me before anyone else, Calcifer." He dipped his head in a gracious nod. "Very well. Unless you find someone else, a family member perhaps better suited to stand up there next to you, I will gladly accept."
Though he was confident in his own unknowable abilities and the people his companions had grown into, Luna knew in the back of his mind --and likely in the minds of his friends present, these plans they made were the sort of plans they had to make. To convince themselves there would be a tomorrow wherein all of this could unfold happily. If they couldn't believe that, then their enemies had already won. It would have presented the former Luna with hefty melancholy to think of these things, but now he was different. Now he was ready.
~In Nimbasa City~
Redhead. How scathing.. Zosma thought to himself dryly. It donned on him then that this rivalry between Aro and Leona must have spanned years, and given the things he'd heard of the sisters, it was likely Aro was her enemy at some point. That would explain her lack of effort in retorting just now, anyway. Dealing with old, tired grievances tended to leave you with little enthusiasm for anything else going on around it. He looked around the nightlife of Nimbasa again before they departed, toward the bar and half expecting to see Blade and his hooligans stumbling lamely out of the alley --he did not, to their left and right at the surrounding neon lights and dimly lit windows and street lamps. Despite it being night, there was so much alive around them it may as well have been daytime for the nocturnal partygoers.
With a slow turn of his maned head he directed his attention to Leona with a slant, as she asserted herself at his side by taking his arm in the coil of her own. Normally this would be another mixed signal he'd grizzle over her putting out, but he remembered that apparating required contact with the other people participating. Whether through the use of a portkey or not. Despite her claim, Leona did like to play other sorts of games. Such as the one they'd knowingly been playing since they met. Not that he disapproved. After all, especially for a soldier in H.A.V.E.N's vanguard, all work and no play, etc, etc. A little sport made for a good hunt. And Zoroark were predatory beasts.
"Tch. I know what you mean. Meetings bore the piss out of me. And after this much drinking..." He chewed on his words as gruffly as one would expect from a man as brutish as he. Slotting his selected bottle back into the small crate of assortments he had under the other arm, he allowed Leona in closer, even boldly drawing her in as he stared ahead. "Hit it."
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