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Alistaire eyed Milo's hand as though it contained some sort of disease (which it probably did, he thought, having no idea where that hand had been). Giving a discrete sort of cough, he stretched out his fingers and very very loosely accepted the handshake.

He let go very quickly. "I never trust anyone as a rule, anyway," said Alistaire smoothly, tucking his hands behind his back so that neither of them would see the way his fingers twitched, Alistaire itching to strip the gloves off and wash his hands as thoroughly as possible. He did not, under general circumstances, like touching anyone, let alone a complete stranger.

He forced a smile to distract himself, and said, "A few days now, probably a week at most. I've been told I'm in Sun Division, though the man who told me didn't give me much instruction on what exactly that meant."

// your brother is a useless fellow. //

Indelicate and uncouth, perhaps. Arrogant, certainly. But Ian does have his uses.

And he must have, because he showed no signs of being inclined to remove it, even if it took a certain amount of discreet acrobatics to keep the neckhole from sliding off one shoulder. If there had been alcohol he would have gotten drunk, found Peyton, and told her he was copping her style.

Good thing there was no alcohol.

"You're nicer to me than I deserve," he told Molly. "I'd offer to get you a drink but I don't actually know what any of these are. I am pretty sure none of them are alcoholic," he added, sounding vaguely disappointed, "but one of them is labeled 'Sweat' and I don't trust a label to be metaphorical around here."

"She's going to die on this island, Marcus." Cass hissed back at him, sobbing into the poor puppy's fur. Oh little baby, Marcus had signed you a death certificate and that was something she just couldn't handle.

Marcus frowned.

Then he frowned more.

"Well...no. I mean, yeah that'll happen if she stays for a while but I mean. She won't be HERE here but.. uh... you can name her and teach her a trick maybe but um. Ummmmmmmmmmm."

He figured they would find the little furball a 'home' after getting it.

"...I just wanted to make you happy."

This is why you should just leave her and be with me. I wouldn't complain. Marcus you- god stop being all hoy drunk and sad I can't even show you images of naked men of your past.

Well, it was something. More than he had expected, which was to be ignored really, so Milo was content with the dainty little return of a handshake before pulling his own hand back. He used it to grab a cookie from the table and pop a piece into his mouth. And chewed, a little loudly.

"That's a little sad," he muttered to Alistaire's statement about trust. But from that alone he could already think of a handful of tokusatsu related nicknames to give the guy; mostly secondary Riders since they always hated the heroes in the beginning until falling into under the power of friendship. (Oh yes, Milo will win you over, and now he found an edge in). "aa, sweet, brah! Sun's my main division, maybe we can spar sometime, ya?" His expression perked up immensely.

"We need a round two at some point too, Green Giant." Jack earned a friendly punch into the shoulder with that.

And then something caught his eye. Wait, what .. were those fluffy things?

Nevada laughed again, patting Sin on the head and shrugging. "Allan's still here, So I'm sure you'll get to see SOMETHING." She teased....

Just as flurry of fluffy things ran past...Surprised, she bent down to pick one up and hold it. It reminded her of a certain leader but she couldn't get over the whole...cute....factor...

"Puppy?" Her eye widened at it, holding out for Sin to confirm.

Entering the room with a beautiful lady on his arm, Finn stopped to look around. He had been very, very recently discharged from the infirmary, and was admittedly somewhat relieved that Fini didn't insist he stay in and rest. He was done resting, even if he wasn't quite finished recovering. He still had quite a long road ahead of him, most of which had to do with getting used to being half blind, but that road would be better taken by foot then by lying around in a bed all day.

And so he was only too happy to go out for the evening, though perhaps a bit more happy about it then he normally would have been. There was no doubt that there was something in the air, when Finn's hard, cold looks didn't look quite so hard or cold.

Decked out in an outfit of Finis choosing, he didn't mind too much that the woman on his arm had been clinging rather tightly to him, because he actually quite needed her there, to help guide him, and to keep him from stumbling. Beneath his clothes, bandages still wrapped his frame, though more visible were the ones that hid a hollow ruin where his eye had once been, the bandages there clean, and mostly covered by a black eye patch, one that was so far plain and unadorned.

He would have to fix that, eventually.

Finn glanced down at Fini when she spoke, smiling slightly before reaching towards one of the said walls. "I actually like gingerbread." he mused, snapping off a piece, more for inspection then consumption. "Still, I'm not sure I trust it enough to eat it."

It wasn't until Fini mentioned the odd decor that Finn actually took the time to take it in, eye squinting slightly at the black streamers and weirdo decorations. "I...ahem well..." He raised eyebrows, not sure what to say at that, then turned more towards her.

"Whatever you want to do, darling." He then leaned down and gave her a light kiss against her cheek, leaning in towards her ear, to whisper. "If you want to give me another lap dance, though, that's an idea...."

If there was anything interesting going on in the room, it was to Finn's blind side and he didn't see it.

America sneered at what had obviously become a hostage situation. There was really only one way to deal with this. Taking advantage of the sudden, aggressively fluffy, avalanche of minipets she ran to the side and grabbed up...

...a large, electronic Pikachu doll in mint condition. Someone had very carefully positioned a Santa hat on its head in order to maximize its charming stare.

"Put him down or..." America dangled the doll above a foxfire that happily began to yip and jump up at it, jaws snapping in the air as she kept it just out of reach, "...I'll use Bite against Pikachu here, and it'll be hella effective."