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Stae paused for a moment, leveling her stare at Lonan. “Whoa. Whoa. This does not work.” She prodded his wing away with an index finger, clicking her tongue in a failing attempt at being condescending. “It is not polite to wing ******** Asra’s bag of sunshine whilst I am speaking to him. Th- Why the hell are you all scarred up?” Stae asked suddenly, blinking at Lonan.

“Oh Christ. Are you one of those faggy emo kids? Did you cut yourself? Where is your eyeliner? s**t. Wait. Not important. Who cares. ASRAFEL!”

Stae returned her full attention to Asra, shaking him by the shoulders vigorously. “Tell me there are ho-ho’s in the kitchen, Asra. This is a life or death situation, and I swear to Mary’s camel that if I don’t get chocolate cake wrapped around creamy filling I will shove my fist so far up your ho-ho hole that you’ll be licking kidney bits off of my fingertips.” Her pleasant smile was highly out of place, given the words pouring out of her. “Direct me to the snack cake, Asra. You are my burning bush. I am your Moses. Guide me.”

Stae stared at Asrafel, and an expression of unwavering joy came over her features as he confirmed the presence of those delicious morsels that would, one day, get her a free ride on disability checks when she was too fat to walk. “Well smack my a** and call me a teletubby, what are we waiting for?”

For now, however, the short, skinny woman waited for Asra to turn towards the kitchen before planting both hands firmly on his shoulders and hauling herself up into a piggy back position.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and planted a firm smack on his a**. He was a big boy now. He could handle it. “Yippe kai yay.” She said, “Onwards, to victory!”

"Oh, Cal!" The fox laughed, helping the poor boy up when Asra dragged Joce away. It was the least she could do since she was the reason he was on the ground! "You alright?" Shauna's ears flicked when she heard her name, looking around for whoever could possibly be talking about her. It'd sounded like Asra. Oh my! She recognized those wings..even if there was a smaller second pair! Why were they talking about her? She was about to walk over when she was nearly beaten with a door being kicked open. Oh god!

Oh, it was just Miss Orestae...looking for Asra. Shauna finally did walk over to the group Asra was in to bug him about why he was talking about her, but she couldn't help laughing at when Stae called him a 'Naked Maypole.' Oh geeze!

And then she was called a furball.

Shauna gasped in disbelief that it was Lonan calling her this, pouting and playfully smacking his arm. "I am not a furball!" Anymore at least. She blushed a little when Asra spoke of her again, smiling bashfully and running a hand up through her hair. Shauna still couldn't help but laugh at Stae when she terrified Asra, putting her hands over her mouth so she wouldn't also get yelled at for thinking she was funny or something.

...All she wanted was a ho-ho?! She'd made it sound so urgent! She walked away after that to socialize some more and let Stae torture Asra for a couple ho-hos. Haha. Stae's crazy~

Shauna's next target was going to be Stala again, but a familiar voice and the smell of cake stopped her right as she was about to tackle the firey girl again. Someone brought a cake? Who did she need to worship for this blessing?

"Late? How could you be--ELLE!" The fox squealed loudly when she spotted the woman with the cake asking if she was late. She carefully maneuvered around the other children to answer the older woman's unanswered plea for help, carefully slipping her hands underneath it to give Elle a break. "Fashionably late if anything! This cake is gorgeous!" And it'd probably be horded by the fox.

It wasn't hard for Ilistala to get swallowed up by all the gay reunions and introductions going on around her. In fact, it wasn't hard for her to simply hover at Shauna's side while her cousin commanded attention from everyone, even rubbing her new-found cleavage in a particularly attractive boy's face. Delicious. Stala made a mental note to corner him and possibly use her sexy pre-teen powers for an intense make-out session later.

A flurry of new and old faces clustered around the congested room. As Asra was abruptly carted off into the kitchen, Stala realized, with an awkard jolt, that the group of apparent kin had been left to fend for themeselves without the aid of their host. Deciding she would salvage the situation, the young ball of color sprang into the air, using her leathery, slightly under-developed wings for weak support. "Hey!" she called, flailing her arms over her head for an extra boost of attention, a trait she had no doubtedly picked up from her mother. She would wait until every eye was on her, every mouth was zipped shut, and the gears of every male mind were whizzing by with thoughts of her, naked.

However, Ilistala soon realized she didn't really know what she wanted to announce. Eager to be in control of the conversation once more, she pointed vaguely at another door which would surely lead into a more spacious room. "Let's, um...go in there! Yay!" Taking the iniative, Stala gave her rapidly weakening wings a break by planting both feet firmly on the ground. She snatched Shauna's hand in her own and led her into the appointed room, hoping for a lazy kind of congo line to follow.

Asrafel had shrieked when his a** was slapped, but this simply wasn't surprising actions for Stae. In fact he was sure she'd used him as some sort of piggy back before. He begrudgingly carried her in, and set her down on the kitchen counter. He pointed to the shelf behind her. "See? Right where you left them. Goodness forbid I touch your ho-ho's."

He thought on that sentence for a second. It sounded wrong, somehow.

Brushing the thought off, he waited until the woman had gotten whatever it was she wanted before leaning in and shyly asking her the question of importance.

"Stae, umm, have you seen Lillian..?"

He didn't understand why he felt so silly asking such a question. He was just worried about her, that was all. He felt flushed and warm, and wondered if he was soon to have another black-out. Please, he asked silently. Not now. Not until I hear an answer.

Follow she did - Jocelyn had nothing better to do anyhow.

She was curious as to where the wild woman had carted Asrafel off to, but figured adult matters were just that: adult. As much as the little voice inside of her nagged and nagged for her to play detective, she managed to keep her footsteps steady and her eyes dead ahead. One stray look and she knew she'd be trailing after them like a Basset Hound.

Spinelli provided enough distraction, she told herself, picking absently at the teddy bear's eye. When she reached the door to the other room, she lingered at its frame and glanced back to watch the others filing in, wondering if the little doll-girl had too followed.

Not knowing anyone was really starting to bother her, and so was her reliance on her pink haired friend. People knew one another. But unlike Stala, who took initiative, Joce lagged behind. It wasn't that she was afraid, however, or even shy. No.

She just didn't want to make the effort.