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Rivener blinked in surprise as the slight breeze had stolen some feathers from Roux's wings. And now, Roux was looking so... For the life of him, Rivener couldn't think of any other word to describe Roux's behavior, besides "Embarassment."

Riv, while Roux wasn't looking, shifted momentarily, stealing a glimpse of the wings behind the Ice Frei's back. They were so bare! He was losing all his feathers! Was this why he was acting so upset?

This was a delicate situation. Rivener settled back into place and just looked at Roux for a while, wondering what he might be able to say to ease his friend's mind... Finally, Riv decided to do something drastic. It might work, it might not... He hoped it would, since ticking off the cold Raevan might not be healthy for the warmth-needing Scorpion.

Floating forward, Riv slid his hands onto Roux's "waist", and leaned forward to kiss him. His lips remained for a long moment, enjoying the velvety touch of the other so much that he almost forgot his plan. He hadn't kissed anyone in a while, he suddenly realized.

When he stopped kissing, Riv gave Roux a hug. "I missed you very much, and I'm very glad to see you. You're so much more beautiful than anything else I normally see," he whispered.


Aphismet just watched the fish-boy leave. He was acting strangely, that one. Frowning slightly in concern, Aph was about to ask Chloe if perhaps someone should keep an eye on him, when she suddenly directed this mind-staggeringly sweet smile at him.

Aph just stared at her, his mouth hanging open. He knew he was supposed to be saying something, but his brain refused to latch on to anything coherent. All that he ended up saying was: "Er... Bah, Imuh... Erm, uhhh.... Heh?"

The book Julian was currently reading might have seemed like a foreign language to anyone attempting to look over his shoulder. While the words contained within were printed neatly, they formed strange, complicated equations that might only have made sense to someone studying mathematics far too complex for anyone that wished to stay out of a straitjacket. Fortunately for Julian, he had no fear of any confining clothing as he knew precisely how to get out of them. The evening in which he had learned to do so had been very productive, if not a little bit uncomfortable.

At first, he did not look up when a stranger attending the small fair spoke to him. For all intents and purposes, Julian was there to form a nice impression on those who ran the lab. He was quite certain nobody would really want to speak with him, let alone touch him, and that only brought a strange sort of warmth to that space his heart had been surgically removed from. Besides, working outside on his classwork was a nice change of pace.

However, when a full ten seconds passed without the woman leaving, Julian forced himself to look up. The very fake smile plastered on his lips was not even remotely pleasant.

"There's a stall for it farther down the walk. I suggest you read the signs. The ones that say "Kissing Booth" on them are usually for just that."

Somehow, even though Julian was sitting, he managed to look down his nose at the other. It was quite an accomplishment.

Before he could manage to continue with anything too sarcastic, yet another young lady stepped up to his stand. With a great deal of surprise, Julian noted this one seemed as though she might actually take him up on the offer of... a...

"Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. How many of these have you visited?"

Sam glanced over at the lone lemonade glass. It looked so forlorn and... left out where he would have to clean it up the darn teenagers. The janitor voice inside his head perked up at the sight of the obviously abandoned glass. Grumbling something, Sam took the opportunity to size up the rest of the festival as he walked over to pick it up. He practically spit out his drink when he saw two of the raevan things kissing. His lemonade went down the wrong way and he started choking as his lungs tried to figure out if he was breathing the lemonade or trying to cough it back up. He bumped into a red headed lady near the concession stand where he just was.

Alex could only describe her reaction as flabbergasted. On top of existing in the first place, these creatures also possessed magic. She could feel the ice of the blue and white one reach her, even by the fire. Enthralled, she was helpless to watch the interactions between the two. Such subtle movements they made! It seemed to speak volumes to each other. She had a feeling these two beings knew each other.

Her feeling was confirmed when they shared a kiss.

That seemed to break the spell they held over her; this behavior was so beyond her studies! Alex didn't toy with the idea that she knew everything, but it was still a slap to the face to see things that, before this night, she never knew existed. Her eyes flitted over the other booths momentarily. She caught sight of the names, two of them being Doctors. Making a mental note to visit these 'Doctors' when they took their places, the woman decided she needed water. Iced water, actually.

She hadn't even made it to the refreshments booth when she discovered it was being run by two more of the creatures. "Amazing," she breathed when she saw the silver and purple one. This one displayed an almost draconic appearance, if not demonic. She wasn't sure, but she'd make sure to find out. Next to him was a remarkable green one, the first mostly singularly colored one she had seen.

"What the hell is my name doing on here??!!" The woman looked over her shoulder to find ANOTHER of the beings! This one was red and silver, and seemed to have an extremely short temper. She couldn't help but smile and wonder if he was part Italian.

Her attention returned the the two at the booth just in time to catch the name of the silver and purple one, as well as a name for the creatures: Raevans. She filed the information in her mind; she would look these up as soon as she got back to that stuffy little apartment. Reminding herself that they were intelligent, Alex greeted the green creature. "Good evening," she smiled at him - she was mostly sure it was a him, anyway, "would you happen to have any water?"

Chloe gave a polite wave to Josh, nodding in greeting in his direction. "Hello."

She turned back to Aphismet, blinking with a little confusion. "A-Ah.. are you alright? Do you need some lemonade..?" She looked up at him with worry.


He reached up quickly to grasp Rivener's shoulders as his hands went to his midsection, for a moment almost releasing a wave of cold against the other's skin. He held back.. just barely.. and was suddenly being kissed.

He stared at Rivener as the other pressed his lips against Roux's, feeling the warmth of another's mouth against his was.. it was nice. It was a kiss, that was what his booth was for, right..? He let Rivener kiss him, even pressing back a little bit against him.

He let his arms hang limply beside him as Rivener hugged him, wings rustling lightly. He looked away blankly, half torn between pleasure at the compliment and half.. uncaring. Even the rage was draining from him it felt.

"Sorry," Sam gasped between choughs. His lungs finally made their decicsion and expelled the offensive lemonade through the gill slits on either side of his chest, wetting his shirt and stinging on the way out. He realised he had caused the woman to spill her lemonade. Eager no tto have her make a scene and call attention to the would be savior of teh raevans, Sam quickly snatched up the extra glass he had bought and offered it to the woman. "Err, sorry sorry. Here's a replacement glass... Miss..."

Rivener pulled Roux away at arm's length, keeping his hands on the other's shoulders. He lowered his head to try and make eye contact with the other. Roux wasn't responding, he seemed like a dead thing in Riv's arms, although the kiss had been pleasant... Rivener frowned.

"What is it? Why aren't you happy to see me?" Rivener, in his selfish need for affection from his favorite person, was slowly forgetting that his initial plan was to cheer up Roux. "What is it?! Talk to me, dammit!" He felt like shaking the other, but did not. Instead he just squeezed the shoulders ever so slightly, and almost pouted.


Aphismet cleared his throat and coughed violently. He kept his eyes on the floor, where it was safe. A severe shade of crimson was invading his face. "I, ah... *cough, hack* I'm... I'm okay. I just had, ah, there was something... Erm, nevermind. Wh-what was your question?" he asked again.