May: Hey... I'm a gentle giant... -hulking frame with a tuft of emo-bangs and a lopsided, shy grin-
Nova: Yeah...I don't see what she's making a fuss about, anyway. *staring rather unnervingly at his brother* We're just fine.
Mayhem: -notices Nova's stare, but merely flicks an ear, letting it roll off his shoulders- Fine, fine. -taps a paw to a beat in his head and makes a little song of it-
Nova: *ears flick, pouts a little* I never hear the music.
Mayhem: -smiles toothily- Of course not... Nobody ever does... -feels special, tail thumps the ground, still keeping a beat- You could always make up your own music... Maybe we could all be a traveling band of minstrels, eh, Novabells?
Novacaine: *looking around himself, feeling moderately irritated. Somehow Mayhem always managed to irritate him and he had no idea why* I'm not any good at that stuff. You know that.
Mayhem: -laughs huskily- Sucks to be you then, brother dear... -winks at him, then hauls his big body up, giving it a shake, bangs flopping into his eyes- Either way, music or not? We're beautiful, you have to admit; The girls will give us gooey-eyes and melt. -grins-
Novacaine: *looks down at himself, appraisingly* They should, yeah. *deadpan. uncomfortably long pause* ....Where do we meet girls?
Mayhem: -gives Nova a blank stare, then shrugs- Hell if I know! I expect them to come to us. Maybe there's a special howl...that we sing on the night of the full moon. I like that idea; I've got a good voice ;D
Novacaine: *nose wrinkles* Yeah, you -would- think that. *brow furrow. wonders if maybe that actually works* Would help if all the girls I knew weren't my sister.
Neon: -perks her head up, carrying a dead rabbit in her maw- Whome? -spoken quickly, excitedly- Waitaminute. You guys want a GIRLFRIEND? Like...you're not gonna share one are you, cuz that'd be grosssssss.
Novacaine: ...we could share? *hadn't even thought of that. considers it.*
Mayhem: -laughs at his sister, throwing his head back with a grin- No. We're not sharing a girlfriend -eyes Nova- Because that would be...awkward when it came time to having kids of our own. Not that I want kids. -looks at Neon-
Neon: -dreamy look in her eye- Someday, Imma have fifteen puppies the colors of the RAINBOW!
Novacaine: *looks as astonished as he ever does -- a bit of widening around the eyes and a slight upward lilt in his voice* ...Who ever said anything about wanting pups? I'm talking about -girls-.
Neon: -her own bright eyes widen- You wanna girlfriend, but not pups? What, do you expect to just be friends with her? -makes a kissy noise and giggles, obviously immature- I -do- want pups. Alot of them. So many, that Aunt Lithi 'n' Daddy'll have to help me wrangle em all up!
Novacaine: *strongly suspicioning that he's missing something very obvious here. has clearly not been properly schooled about certain facts of life* Well, uh, yeah? What else would we be?
Neon: Starcrossed lovers, of course! -squeaks as she speaks, falling onto her back and wiggling her forepaws in the air- Awww it'll be soooooo cute! Maymay wantsta have a starcrossed lover toooo?
Mayherm: -amusedly flops down next to her, licking at her face- Surething. Something like that... But it has to be someone who can keep a darn beat! -eyes Nova and laughs-
Novacaine: *glowers -- involving a little eye-narrowing and a slight downturn at the corners of his mouth -- and lets his ears flop to his head* Now you're laughing at me. I'm gonna get Smirnoff to come teach you both a lesson in your sleep if you keep that up.
Neon: -eyes widen, her maw snapping shut and her ears flattening against her head; she didn't want to mess with Smirnoff...
Mayhem: -narrows his eyes, standing up once again so he kind of towers over Nova- Oh? Remember, brother dear... -voice goes almost flat with darkness- You sleep sometimes too...
Novacaine: *stares up at brother. might be scared, but it's a little hard to tell. deadpan* Yeah, but Smirnoff doesn't.
Mayhem: -takes a deep, even breath, and turns away- Perhaps not. -lip wrinkles a little in a scoff as he noses Neon to her feet and pushes her out of the conversation- Time to hunt...
Neon: -squeaks and dances, past fears forgotten as she prances off into the woods- A hunting we will goooo, a hunting we will goooo -tonedeaf-
Mayhem: -winces and follows after her- Good luck finding a lady, brother. Maybe you should get Smirnoff to help you. -laughs softly and wanders off-
Novacaine: Maybe I will. *nose wrinkles at them both and stalks off to find his other sisters*