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Eion Risk, taking his life into his hands between two boys

Aelius was immediately choosing violence. Eion looked at him, bemused, as if something in his face would tell Eion why he was so ruffled at Ren's presence. He had mentioned something about jealousy, and Eion was holding Ren's hand; was it that gesture that bothered him? Or was it something Ren said? Or was Eion still too out of practice with the human world to understand what was going on here? It was probably the lattermost of those options; Eion could easily spot and resolve a conflict between youma, but between people? Especially boys? He had no idea where to begin.

Eion thought Aelius would've liked that Ren didn't give his name, since Aelius didn't want to know anything about the other boys in Eion's life. Seemed Aelius always had a new surprise in store.

Eion's attention shifted to the competition. More and more garbage was being added to the contestants as they sprinted around with Destiny City's dumpster on their backs. "Don't want to abandon … Um, Cerberus, though." Even if he was holding Don Diablos's glowstick in his other hand, like doing so would somehow summon the masked legend to his dreams. "If something happens to him —" If the White Moon make a move with their collecting numbers, then Albite might be in trouble. He didn't trust the boy to know when to teleport, nor did he think that Albite would always have a chance if a fight broke out. He'd have to not be touching anyone to teleport away, and when was Albite not touching someone? When was he teleporting away from a fight?

So Eion fidgeted in his seat. Marinated in his stew of tired worry and Love of boy. Albite had a cake now; surely that would keep him distracted from any sly moves on part of the enemy, which meant Eion had to watch more keenly than before.

Aelius's arm doubled as a warm and comfortable headrest, and Eion was apt to run his thumb over Ren's fingers. By all rights, this should have been absolutely perfect, but Eion was still getting … He wasn't sure. Something was different, though. Waru would've called them weird vibes.

He was easily pleased with Ren's antics, though, and smiled naturally when he pulled his cheesy nonsense. What a delightful boy — thoughtful, too, for that quiet little flag to Aelius that they were part of the same organization.

But Aelius was getting spicy about that, too —

And Eion was getting whiplash looking between the two like this —

And someone was stering at them —

And he likely shot that someone (who was astonishingly cute for sitting in a crowd of future draining victims) an entirely-too-honest look of bewilderment and uncertainty. It wasn't like Eion knew that it was impolite and Simply Not Done to sit on people's countertops when he was first introduced to them. A situation like this? Was so far beyond his admittedly limited experience with being reintroduced to society that negotiating it — let alone smoothly — was far beyond his capabilities.

"What if we just cheer for — Oh," And Eion was fanning himself with his glowsticked hand as he watched Don Diablos — in a deadlocked competition with Albite for more than just the title of He Man The Man — receive his unicorn pool ring in the most thoroughly manly way possible. Maybe it wasn't just his lethargy that was leaving him lightheaded, then.

And if he was looking to that stranger boy in a Cute Skirt for silent advice, that silent advice was being redirected to a different boy that came to meet them. Must've been friends getting together to watch those thick slabs of meat tenderize each other.

Oh, and Albite was taking off with a mannequin! He waved as best he could from his seat, even if he was using the wrong color glowstick (not that they came armed with the right color glowstick). "Carry me instead!" He shouted, then promptly coughed afterward. "Cerberus," he huffed, going back to fanning himself. It was time to try to do something about… whatever this was. "He's so cute. Just like both of you. But you're all cute in different ways that I appreciate very ******** much. Exactly as you are. So if you could please stow your violence —"

Nope, said Aelius, in so many more words than that.

"Aelius," Eion hissed, nudging the boy in the ribs with his glowstick while completely missing Albite's big display for catching a glowstick with his teeth. "Don't make me miss the show."



Laike

Laike knew when people were noticing him. He knew so well that he knew people were noticing him when they weren't noticing him at all. So when the crowd thinned out enough that he thought he could get away with it, he very quietly shut the trunk on himself and his new plant buddies. He wanted to eat his food without the rest of the world staring him down and accusing him of existing.

Ignacio Araya



The next reply seemed to take a few more moments as the texted either tried to figure out what Richard was saying or was attempting to muffle his disbelief.

Or messaging someone else.

Zachariah Faulkner

I'm the manliest man ever.

Zachariah didn't even ask how Faust had found out about the he man competition at the night market. Faust had a way of finding out about a lot of things. What had gotten him was that, of all things, Faust wanted to be part of the he man competition.

As a cat.

Cover my ********' star! Gotta show these mfers up!

He had been dismissive at first, but Faust was right to nag Zachariah about it because he had caved. Fine, let me find some ******** bandaids-- And there he was, in the stands, as a result, watching Faust managing to, of all things, haul a plastic Christmas tree. On his back.

"MR. SPARKLES!" yelled Zachariah from the stands, straining his voice farther than he ever really let himself for anything. "GET FESTIVE! YOU'LL WIN!"

Was that how cheering worked for a whole cat? The hell did he ******** know--

Zachariah plucked up a stray sparkler off the ground, ignited it, and waved it over his head because it seemed more effective than screeching Mr. Sparkles until his throat went raw, and yet, "RAIN DEATH ON THEM ALL!"

Currently Holding: A kitten!

And they were off! Skoll took it at a more casual pace to start with. She wanted to make sure that the things she had to carry were put in places that could be held when she went full tilt. Which, given her height, could be fast especially with her senshi strength. The cute knight girl tore off without her, and she got a lovely view of her behind.

Maaaannn she loved tight asses.

Someone gave her a kitten as she passed. The little ball of fur mewled at her, little claws all out and sharp. "Such a little ball of fur!!" she exclaimed, and used the top of her fuku that she'd rolled down to her hips as a little sling for the kitten.

It went to sleep almost immediately, one paw sticking out of the cloth.

stari_maga

She's appreciating your tush

Currently Holding: A kitten, A piece of taxidermy (tarantula)

"ITS DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE! TAKE THIS!" shouted someone from the people handing out items and chucked something at her. She grabbed it with one arm as she passed and stared at it for a moment.

A taxidermied TARANTULA!?

"How the ******** is a dead and stuffed tarantula gunna help?" she asked incredulously. She got absolutely no response and groaned, deciding to tuck the thing into her bra because, obviously, where ELSE do you put a taxidermied spider of unfortunate size, a TSU, if you will.

A bap from the fabulous boa of Don Diablos got the attention of Nectaris more than any attempts at texts from her family did.

The joke was on them, she was a magical girl! Also she'd powered up really fast 'cause she'd seen this happening, and that meant she'd forgotten to put her phone in her supspace pocket. She could only be reached by mysterious magic knight letters and stuff like that that came through her magic ring!

Anyway, it seemed like Don Diablos was trying to have a fashion contest with her. Really? He wanted to go down that road?

Nectaris did not want to lose at a contest of strength, but fashion was her thing, her arena. In no world was a sweaty, yelling wrestler about to be more fashionable than her.

Next time she reached the line, the people handed her a hose. Perfect! She struck a dramatic pose and draped it around her neck.

It was very avant-garde, very DIY. Everyone was gonna be so impressed, especially the most important person of all, her new bestie Wolfmistress. She saw her running past with her arms full of animals, and she gave her a little cheer, as promised. Looking at her even made the terrible sandwich not seem as terrible.

If she saw the woman looking at her butt she decided not to think about it right at that exact moment.

Currently Holding: A kitten, A piece of taxidermy (tarantula), A small cask of olive oil, A bag full of handmade afghans, A wig (on her head, clearly)

The knight cheered for her, and she cheered back, almost dropping the cask and the bag. Whoops! Too much excitement. She readjusted their positioning on her shoulder, and went for her final pass.

The wig went on her head with a grin. It made her look like Harley Quinn and that was amazing. It did kind of blocked her ability to see in one eye, but that was fine right? Yeah.