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"You're seriously scaring the Hell out of me," Liam quirked and eyebrow. It was amazing how insanely psychotic Julian suddenly looked. He'd be a great candidate for some cheesy slasher flick.

Gods, that's creepy as Hell...

"Seriously."

Rabid turned to Crow and reached out suddenly. She stopped herself in time, though, and pulled her hand back.

Close call.

She stared down at the floor, trying to regulate her breathing and not, under any circumstances, look at anything aside from Crow. She'd already decided that hurting Crow was a no-no...but not anyone else.

She gave a quick glance up to Julian after seeing him move. Hah. Awesome. That was s--no.

"Well, you'd cut it to pieces anyway," Clemmie shrugged and began fiddling with her own pendant.

Ike peered over at the sleeping thing by the door.

"Does it have a spleen?" he wondered aloud.

"Tsk," Ike shook his head, "Hafta gnaw on his eyeballs, then." He forgot to add the "if he hurts you guys" at the end, but he figured they'd knew what he meant anyway.

Liam cringed and gave an involuntary shudder. He gazed over at Rabid and shook his head.

"Errr...no. In fact, I know you don't."

Good thing he doesn't know much about halfies...lucky sod...

Rabid's eyes flickered back to the males in the group, but she quickly tore them away.

"I know," she half-smiled to Crow, pupils actually shrinking further, "It doesn't matter. It's alright."

"Right," Rabid smiled, "Liam! Antidote, please!" She raised her hand as if to recieve something.

Liam gave Rabid a sharp smack upside the head, quite literally jarring her brain back into its usual state.

"Yes, I see," Liam said and then turned to Julian and whispered, "Actually, you should try that more often. Rabid's a creepy chick, and..."

"I can hear you..."

"Oh...right...aheh..."

Ike suddenly remembered seeing the thing eat a plate with those eyes...

"Oh. Right. Bad idea."

Clemmie giggled slightly and looked over at the thing. It was kinda cute in a totally formless, shadowy way.

"Squelchy?" Ike asked, "Cool. Squelch. Squelchsquelchsquelch."

"But it's FUN!" Liam gave a wide-eyed, comical gesture to Crow. It really was fun.

"It's his job," Rabid laughed at Liam, and a bit harder when she spotted Julian, "Really. He's worked his pervert magic on everyone he's ever encountered. I fear for my son's purity."

I looooove you, Raaaaabid.

Dork.

Rabid was tempted to pull an Ike and cling rabidly to Julian when he turned away, but contended herself in pushing her chair behind his, flipping it backward, and leaning on it.

"Helloooooo, there..."

Liam laughed and clapped his hands a few times. It had worked!

I win.

Rabid snickered, clucked her tongue, and sauntered up to Julian, grabbing his hands and attempting to pull them away from his shirt.

"You really, really need to work on your reactions," she smirked, "It makes you look stupid. You're not stupid, are you?" She would have attempted to act inappropriately had she not contained a shred of dignity or 3 children nearby.

Ahhhh, Crow. He's real smooth.

"Please," Liam said as seriously as he could muster, "Think of the children."

Oh, but I love watching him fumble.

Clemmie gave Liam a swift kick in the shin.

"Shh. It's cute."

"Owww..."

"Does Juleen usually act like dat?" Ike turned to Len, "'Cause iss kinda creepy."

"Nyaaaaar. Yeah, well, now you're my smart little pervert," Rabid stuck her tongue out at Julian and gave a short, choked-off laugh.

Chin had fled for a couple hours after talking to Liam, creeped out beyond belief - but later on, judging it was safe, decided to get in there before the party wrapped up entirely. Besides, staying back at the room wasn't exactly what you called fun. Sabriel had made it his mission that their Christmas tree would never see the new year.

Taking a quick look around, she made for the buffet table a little ways behind Deimos.

Sabriel made a grab for the pretzel bowl on the way past, nearly upsetting himself and the jar he held under the other paw. He snagged a handful and righted himself, right away stuffing one in his mouth.

...ewwww.

Scrunching up his nose, Sabriel scrubbed at his tongue once or twice to get rid of the awful taste - all dry and grainy - and heard a much despised voice he remembered all too well. Deimos!

Okay. Something was off here; hadn't the two been friends the last time they met? The bear got ripped, but Dei had acted perfectly fine over it. Chin looked nervously between the two, somehow beginning to doubt that. Sabriel looked positively murderous.

"Hey! How's your holiday been?" she asked him, trying rather desperately to intervene.