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And then Freya woke up, suddenly determined to beat Titus at being the most ******** up punch drinker at the party. Despite Kettil lying on her, she managed to reaaaach for her cup, and drink the few drops that were left..

"AHH KETTIL GERROFF ME OR I'LL PUDDLE RIGHT ONS YEH."

Titus wasn't going to leave the punch bowl. No, He was bi winning. One more sip and he seemed to have to full effect. He stood up looking around the room in a multicolored sparkly perfection that was unmatched by anything else. Titus didn't know if he should fear it, love it, hate it, be indifferent to it, envy it, or demand it be changed. Really he didn't know what he was feeling.



There was a moment of twitching as the demon tried to sort out what he was seeing, what he was feeling. Really it looked like he had a nervous disorder as he began to mutter praise, love, curses, self loathing comments, and demands. Finally he dropped to his knees and let out the loudest yell he could muster before combusting into an array of unicorn farts, sprinkling the area in heart shaped confetti and glitter of every color imaginable.



Titus did not like Scarentines Day.

Willow stared a the red gnome that latched himself to her leg. The tiger's tail twitched in irritation. "And what do you think you're doing?"

She paused, did she just see something pink and large in her field of vision?? Wait that didn't matter at this moment, "What in Jacks' name do you think you're doing touching me?" She growled at the thing attached to her leg. Ready to pry it off it didn't remove it self.

Willow's eyes narrowed when he answered, "Well guess what. That was the wrong answer." She reached down and grabbed the gnome by the scruff attempting to pry him loose. It always worked with cubs.

She was looking at him, "I hope you know how to fly." That pink thing was coming sorta closer, but the tigress wasn't paying any attention to it asides from the fact she could see it moving. She'd throw the gnome at it. That'd show both of them.

Mmmm, his logic wasn't as sound as it could have been, but she didn't fault him for it, just smiling a bit.

"Well alright, if that makes you feel better then that's what we'll do." she agreed, not fighting with what it was that made Jericho feel any more at east. Instead, she moved - slowly - to lay her head on top of the bundle of wings that was the dragon, making the only kind of soothing noise she could. She was a wolf - she didn't hum, or thrum, or make any sort of melodic noise (her casting as the lead in the School Musical the year before had been a horrible no-repeat experience). It wasn't really a growl, but it was a sort of lupine rumbling - the best she could do to try and make a noise to counter the whispering.

Calder was hardly ever picked up. Almost never. The only one who had managed to do this was Christof, and that was because the boil was built. Calder didn't expect from anyone else, nor did he expect it NOW. Especially not from Merope, who seemed to gravitate toward him, stop, and then hefted him up.

Now Merope didn't know what this meant. Calder explained part of it to Riley when she carried him, and while it wasn't over his shoulder, it was high enough for everyone to see. To his clan, it meant Merope was claiming him, showing him off to all witnesses (and there were A LOT of witnesses) that this was who he was choosing.

Calder's ears went up, face red, as he freaked out about being held high. He'd be impressed about the fact the undead could life him (he did weight as much as a horse), but was far too flustered. "Put....me down." Heights. Heights. HEIGHTS!

When at last his hooves were back, he looked at the roses in his arm, juggled between the mysterious pumpkin he had previously, and then glanced at the arm on his shoulder. Was....Merope hitting on him?

Calder glanced at Barth, then smiled at Merope, glancing directly and openly at his horns. "How nice. Someone giving me a bouquet of roses. How thoughtful." He smelled his flowers while looking over at Barth, and as much as he wanted to toy with Merope, he boil ran off to spin someone else.

"He must really like me." Calder said to himself, looking at the roses. His roses. He was sure his bouquet was bigger than Lilith's.

Shehk was pleased by the response her efforts were getting, stroking a hand down Jericho's back and continuing to make her strange maybe-momma-wolf-she-didn't-even-know sound to keep up with her efforts.

No Pink Elephants were allowed in their table haven now that it seemed like she'd at least gotten Jericho to a somewhat functional state of being. Well, functional in that he wasn't going to scare himself into a heart attack.

"There, nice and safe. We can stay like this as long as you need, alright?" she assured, though she still kept the spoon nearby. Just in case she needed to spook some elephants off.