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It sounded like Axel was here now, as Shun picked up on the man's voice. He half expected tensions to rise with him and Preacher being at the same fire, but things still sounded like they were relatively mellow, though he did hear a few snips going back and forth between the two. Also apparently the big guy was a grave digger. And coffin builder. Well then.

Henrik gave Axel a very large smile, going so far to nod at the other bloke. Yes, if he ever needed a box to live in, Henrik would most assuredly build one for him. He wasn't sure what the squinty look meant, but he merely continued to smile before turning his attention to Preacher.

"I have never seen a ghost. I do not believe in such things. What Axel needs is a pie." Henrik gave Preacher a hopeful glance before he lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug, kind of creepily rubbing a few strands of Alec's hair between his fingers. The color reminded him of a flower that grew next to the small house he lived in, and the flames of the bonfire caused the red hair to almost glow.

...and he hadn't even had anything to drink.

Clearing his throat, Henrik gave Alec's head one last, gentle pat before crossing his arms over his chest. Doing so made his arms look impressively large, and sometimes he sat around crossing his arms over his chest on purpose because he liked the way it made his muscles look.

Realizing that Lloren was speaking to him once more - she had nudged him, after all - Henrik grinned, causing his teeth to gleam eerily in the light of the fire. She was a silly one, but it was pretty endearing. At least she wasn't sour like Axel. Henrik nudged Lloren back, carefully, and waggled his eyebrows.

"Murder mystery?"

Henrik was all teeth and muscles and strange. Oreacher could appreaciate that, she supposed, even if his strange was a little too 'I have more teeth than Titan' strange. She breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped touching Alec's hair. Curry had been a nice boy and Preacher really wasn't up to fighting a hulk of a man to protect his chastity. As if on cue, a coughing fit erupted from Preacher.

And, rather suddenly, she was hauled up against Axel's side, his bare arm a burning brand across her shoulder. It was an awkward posiition: one of her arms was trapped against him, the other clamped under his hand. Vulgar muscles, big hands. Ugh. She wriggled and kicked him, but couldn't do much more.

"Let get of me! Iffin ya don't getcha f-" And then he jiggled her. She saw stars. Damn drunk. Damn melancholoy strong drunk. Muscles should be illegal, she decided abruptly. With the last jiggle, Axel had dragged her even closer, if possible. She was nearly on top of him! As the dizziness washed over her, she turned and blindly sank her teeth into his skin. Preacher growled. Her lips met his collarbone and she bit again and again. "Let-" bite "me-" bite, bite "go!" She wriggled furiously and only succeeded in making black spots float across her vision.

Lloren was about to grin back at Henrik when Axel did something wholly unexpected. Preacher and Axel?! Axel and Preacher?! "Aaaaaaa! Since when did you two have that kind of relationship?!" She stared in disbelief. And then the street kid started biting into Axel like a hungry wolf. "-Oh! Oh." Lloren winced in empathy on each of the first few bites, and then leapt up onto her feet, approaching them with her hands outstretched and just sort of wondering how exactly she could maneuver any form of intervention here. "I was joking! Nobody actually murder anyone!" She had to admit, she wasn't very confident about it- so she glanced back at Henrik. If anyone could muscle them apart from each other it was probably this guy. She also looked to Shun, in case they needed teamwork. "Want to... help or something?" Yeesh.

Alec's eyes flew open when he felt the hand on his head the second time. It had been nice the first time, actually contributing to his dozing off and lightly snoring. His brow had scrunched up a bit, the commotion going around him had him blinking bleary eyed, rapidly several times even in the short time he'd been asleep he was groggy. It looked like Nik was talking to some stuffy noble woman.

Oh Preacher and Axel were at it again. "Hey Axel --" Blinking up at the big guy he squinted up at him. "Oh my god...no you two." He sleepily noted, about to get up and try and supposedly handle it based on his comment. He didn't quiet make it too his feet and blinked at Henrik. Unaware his name sake had been questioned by several people gathered, worried for him as he'd been pet by the large man he was seated beside. Truthfully, Alec didn't mind him at all. He was kinda like a big brother almost, and didn't make him feel threatened even if he had been pretty creepy a moment ago. That didn't stop Alec from blinking several too many times, eyeing Henrik considerately before he opened his mouth to speak. "Thanks...?" He looked at the tall man questioningly. What DID one say to a large man petting your head...what a strange way to wake up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off on you." He yawned, patting his mouth a few times as he rubbed at a watery blue eye. This was directed to the blonde girl Lillian, having been slow to respond. He blamed Henrik's hair petting. And the fire. "I'm glad your here Lillian." Alec muttered encouragingly, knowing well enough she hated these kinds of things. Large groups of mostly strangers was weird. The people here were still strangers in part, but they were friends of his now. Some more than others, but with time all things could change or happen he supposed.

Axel might have said something snappy to Lloren, but then he was viciously attacked by Preacher, a completely unprovoked attack that he did not bring upon himself in any way. Obviously.

"Argh," Axel said conversationally, through gritted teeth. "Argh." He definitely didn't scream, because screaming was for wimps, but he did speak forcefully.

Since he was totally a big tough strong manly man who did not fear pain, Axel clung on to the thrashing Preacher without batting an eyelash, although his eyes were tearing up from the pain of being bitten. It seemed vaguely imperative that he win the struggle against Preacher, which he absolutely had not started. Of course. "I -- argh -- saved your -- argh -- dumb a** from the canal, remember? ARGH." He was pretty sure that last bite drew blood. His head swam, from the biting as much as the drink. His vision was a bit blurry. Had Preacher turned into a badger? Was he going to get rabies?

Nobody seemed inclined to help him, BUT HE DIDN'T NEED ANYONE'S HELP.

Lenore sat down on one of the logs, placing her hands onto her lap. She had come in just in time to see to people try to leave and be summarily stopped, and the twelve year old girl knew she would fare no better if she tried to. Even so, it was better than manning the booth. Unless they had to dance. However, the position of the logs made that seem unlikely. Especially considering they were supposedly going to be wanting to run to their mothers. Lenore looked down at her over-sized jacket. Good luck with that.