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Julie didn't even flinch at the glare; she simply looked at the other female Lepus before she smiled and did a little curtsy, her actions indicating that she was not going to resort to vulgar behavior like she was. However, while she might had have the intention to give Davy a good whack on the head before, the Nergal Lepus seemed to have changed her mind after the violent display from Sheelah.

Instead, before Davy could move, she was already standing directly in front of him, a hand raised to his head where the raisin had hit. Gently, she rubbed the spot with a slight frown; was that why her master wanted her to help him to man up? He has an abusive ghoulfriend and needed to learn how to stand up for himself?

Her eyes seem to say 'It'll be alright' as she tugged gently on one of his ear fins. A clenched fist was raised into the air, before she thumped her chest twice - a promise to make Davy into a man, or beat him up in the process.

((BRB I died. I am amused forever FFFFF))

Ohhhh no, it wasn't just female intuintion at all, because miraculously, Gabrian seemed to have an inkling of how this was going to turn out. Suddenly, he was rather worried for his pet's wellbeing, and it showed on his expression as he eyed both lepuses warily, "I uhm... Alessa," a pause, "I know you don't approve, but you er... didn't bring your whip, per chance, did you?" he watched as LW pulled her mimic on her lap, and slowly reached out to take the creature from her; that thing had no right being on his ghoulfriend's lap! Specially not when it looked about ready to snap at her fingers; he very much rather it snapped at him than her.

He did not, however, take heed of the she-wolf's warning. Not entirely; he seemed to want to pull back and away from the Floresce and the lepuses, but he felt the need to stay right by his minipet. Besides, the note had said that if he told Julie to stop, she would listen; it did not feel right to leave the scene. He was a firm believer of communication. Surely they would work it out between themselves, right? Right! And worst case scenario, he was very much prepared to grab his pet and hold him out of harm's way. No matter how annoying the floresce could be at times, the nix loved him dearly and would not stand for any real harm befalling him, "It'll be fine," he told the wolf, one of his hands automatically resting on top of the mimic's ball, as if to try sooth himself by stroking something. His fingers lowered from the top of the mimic, to the tail and then repeated the motion as he watched the pets on the table.

Davy for his part was deeply confused. It showed plainly on his features when the raisin hit his head and he snapped his gaze at the offender; he'd been about ready to growl at whomever had dared hit him until he'd realized it'd been Sheelah. The notion had stopped him mid-growl and had instead made him retreat slightly further away from the first mate lepus, almost as if he were idly wonder what the hell HE had done to deserve that.

He had little time to process this, because Julie's paw suddenly descended on his head and rubbed the soreness away. Okay, that was... that was new, and it was clear he had no idea how to react to it. If anything, he was looking horribly wary, as if expecting the nergal lepus to change her mind and lash out at the drop of a hat. Instead, the green lepus tugged at his ear fin and he lowered his head rather willingly. He hesitated only a moment before he decided he liked what he saw and 'chuuuuuuurrrrr'ed softly in response to her.

Truffles looked up at the witch and wiggled her snout slightly, letting out a couple of contented snorts. She was sitting, so she was comfortable. She nosed at Bella and gave her hand a sloppy mouthing. The witch smelled good, maybe she had something good to eat?

"Truffles, show some manners..." Alwine pulled out a mushroom and gave it to Belladonna. "Here, you can give her a treat if you want."

On the subject of cats, Alwine sighed. "I adore Archer. Apparently he was born in a roll of toilet paper, but now he's a handsome Egyptian cat. All black, wears pretty jewelry... acts like a god... what about you? You sound like you like cats, from your enthusiasm..."

"Good morning, beautiful," Ren said, stifling a yawn as Alessa bent down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He reached a hand up, lightly rifling her hair and smiled at her when she sat next to him. "I hope you slept well."

Taking her hand in his, Ren linked their fingers together, resting his chin in the palm of his free hand as he turned to glance in LW's direction. "I - what on earth are you doing with that thing."

He had given her the Mimic as a way of scaring the living Jack out of her, mostly as a prank, but he had not expected to see her actually bring it to class. It amused him greatly, but it seemed as if Gabrian was not nearly as entertained by it as he was. He let go of Alessa's hand momentarily to raise both of his own as if in a "Who, me?" gesture.

Natalia entering briefly caught his attention, and Ren flashed the werelemur a quick grin, waving at her. She seemed to be coming in their direction, but something on the other side of the room obviously turned her eyes, because she flushed a light pink, turning abruptly and moving towards a darkhaired werewolf. Ren lifted an eyebrow, then turned to whisper across Gabrian to LW.

"Looks like our werelemur has taken a liking to someone, eh?" he whispered, grinning before titling his head up to look at the nix.

"No," he answered, somewhat testily. "I wasn't playing Scario Kart this time. I was...well, if you really must know, I was having a rather long and unpleasant conversation with my sister."

With a sigh, Ren leaned back, slumping against Alessa. "Sorry," he said to Gabrian, swiping a hand through his hair. "Didn't mean to snap at you."

His leaning position was somewhat interrupted by the fact that Sheelah, Alessa's rather interesting lepus, seemed to be throwing a fit over something. Ren wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but the next thing he knew Sheelah had kicked Davy. Ren raised his eyebrows.

"Er," he said, glancing between the two. "Should I, er...move..? Considering I am sitting between you tw - Rhys, what are you doing?"

Obviously his own lepus had been feeling left out of the excitement (either that or he just wished to cause trouble) and had crawled out from Ren's lap and up onto the table, poking at Davy with one tiny paw, as if attempting to see if the floresce was still alive.

Junko sighed and shook her head at Bella when she noted Aoi's current behavior. "He just hates being leashed...a lot. When he's not, he's less...violent." But he was still a little s**t. Junko looked up from Aoi when she heard her name, gasping with delight and giving Daisuke a little wave. "Daisuke! Hello! How good to see you!" It'd been months! Wow, had it really been months since she last saw him? Crazy! But she saw the minipet he had and she gasped with delight, leaning in to coo to the lovely purple scareon. "Why hello there! Daisuke, I didn't know you have a scareon! How cute! I wish I had one." They were so adorable!

When Belladonna called Daisuke 'Mr. Study All the Time' Junko blinked and eyed her friendly curiously. She was acting strange. Huh...oh well, Belladonna was a very cheerful ghoul; perhaps this was just her being normal. "He does need help. That's why I brought him instead of Aoi." She turned to see who was coming over now, blinking and looking very surprised.

That ghoul had no head! But oh was her dress lovely. "Hello!" She greeted the other ghoul pleasantly, smiling. She looked down toward the source of the snort and bent her knees a bit to get a closer look at the pig. How cute!

Aoi paid them no mind. He was currently trying to pull his head through the collar and get it off, but to no avail so far.

It seemed the whip was working out well for Malodore, as well. Riley took note of this as it walked in with it's Scrags behaving about as well as her Cthulhu was. She brightened and moved just slightly as though she was going to get up, when Barth walked past. She paused, and her eyes zeroed in on the treat he'd brought for his pet. This instantly distracted her, and she shifted over a few times until she was sitting next to Barth.

Hey. She murmured. Hey. Her hand reached out to poke at his pocket.

What's that?

It was like she had an internal radar. For sugar.

Yes. She leaned in, obviously interested in the brightly colored stick. That. What is it? I've never seen it before. Does it, ah, perhaps.. One of her claws barely scratched it, and her eyes widened to saucers as a few tiny specks of color fell out. Is that.. Her voice hitched up hopefully. Sugar?

She had an addiction.

One? She wanted all of them. That would be rude, of course, and so she nodded her head - perhaps a little too fervently - and reached out to pluck a blue one from his clutches. I suppose color doesn't matter. Or.. does each color taste differently?

Because if so, it was clear she wanted to try one of each.

Thank you, Barth. You're very generous. She surveyed her new prize with a wary eye, before carefully nipping the tip off with a claw. One of her tentacles wrapped around her shoulder, and it's tip blossomed just slightly to take the top of the treat in it. A suctioning sound was heard.

Ohhh. Yes. Yes, that was sugar. Yes.

Cam the Cthulhu climbed up into Riley's lap, aching with curiosity at what was going on. It reached up to try and pluck the stick of sugar away, and several of Riley's tentacles instinctively curled around his tiny, chubby arms and tugged, holding him captive up in the air. He wiggled helplessly.

Nobody got between Riley and sugar.