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Why was Laertes pointing out the patio to him? Was he trying to kick him out or something? Raissen watched as Laertes bolted for his own room like a frightened rabbit, leaving him alone in the company of fish.
Laertes appeared so mortified, but when it really came down to it, was what he did really that bad? He hadn't tried to force him, really.

Raissen stood and walked out of the door. Did he remember where Laertes' room was?
In the air he could still smell the sweet odor of his bodywash. Closing his eyes and sniffing delicately, Raissen followed Laertes' trail. Before long, the redhead found himself at Laertes' door, where it stopped. He had to be in here, unless everyone used the same bodywash. Thrice he rapped on Laertes' door.

Braeden laughed with excitement. He loved cheesiness. The double thumbs up just seemed like it came from a terrible action movie. Experimentally, he tried to jump, startled to find his character could miraculously jump over his own head. A rediculous sounding grunt accompanied it, which had Braeden bunnyhopping everywhere thereinafter. His character was constantly grunting unless he was trying to sneak up on someone.

Dian took the proffered drink gladly. Truth was he hadn't drunk often enough to tell when there was alchohol in a beverege. He only realized when the edges of his vision began to fuzz, and by then it was too late.
He kept his ears turned to Kael, nodding at the dishes in turn.
"I love Lasagna." He muttered, wondering when in the heck he last had some. Months at the least.

A fantastic little tickle was starting somewhere in the center of his body, which caused his tail to curl tightly.
"You sound very talented to me." He said very decisively, pausing when Kael cut him off. There was that look again, that predatory look. Of course the first thing that came to mind were the things he shouldn't tell a child. Of course that just made him stutter.
"W-well! What did you want-- I mean, where should I start?" Dian asked, taking another sip to slow his lips and give him a chance to think.

Raissen rapped again, leaning against the doorstill. He would not enter without permission, if Laertes really wanted him to leave, he would, but he wanted to talk to the dark haired teenager. He had questions to ask, so he could understand fully the scope of what was going on. How long had Laertes felt this way? How serious was he?

Raissen sighed heavily. If things didn't work out with Ptah.... He had to stop and be perfectly honest with himself. He felt just as strongly for the two, and to try and pick one was going to bend him out of shape. What would Ptah think? He hadn't spoken to the multicolored haired man in such a long time...! How did he even know Ptah returned his own feelings!? Raissen pressed the heel of his hand to his eye, rubbing it. Good grief...

Braeden's character was acting as bait, luring the zombies in and jumping, so Micah could shoot at them from between his legs without them trying to duck out of the way. However, at Micah's squeak, the great leaping man turned and flew over the other character's head, crash landing on the zombie and tackling the three of them over, as the Zombie was currently holding onto Micah's character.

Braeden shot the zombie in the eye sockets. Giggling at the way he was currently sitting atop both a man and a zombie in a perverted necrophiliac manwich. With a heavy "Hup!" His character leapt away again. A few rabid dogs joined the mix, darting around faster than the human zombies. Shooting at them was like trying to put a bullet through a fly.

Dian stared right back at Kael, blinking at him, "Eh?" He asked in return.
"You said I should tell you everything? Didn't you? I asked where I should start, I think." Dian said, tapping a finger to his own chin in thought.

Raissen blinked at Laertes, who opened the door more swiftly than he had thought. Also-- he changed his clothes. Hiding a slightly dissappointed look, he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his shorts, unknowing as they dragged the fabric downwards a bit.

And--oh god was this awkward. What to say? Raissen looked down at Laertes, and into those fabulous violet eyes. No no! This was not the time to be admiring him.
"You changed your clothes..." He said finally. Wow- that was lame.

Being eaten out was plenty fun in a manwich! Oh wait...not eaten OUT, just eaten. Well then, no, no it was not fun. Well, the chewy one had already been taken care of. Braeden was currently employing his jump-tackle-shoot technique with favorable results, laughing as it ended up making his character seem violently necrophiliac, jumping the bones of everything dead that walked their way.

Dian still had a glass in his hands, though if Infi continued with this, he'd be completely smashed before the evening was out. Already he hoped Rai would be willing to drive, because...Well because he wasn't thinking so properly anymore. Kituzke hopped up wordlessly and followed Infi, just because he could.

"Well hum...Okay. I was born in Northern California, in Docid, a smallish town about halfway up Mt. Shasta." Dian paused, yes, that was correct. He recalled quite specifically always being so thrilled on the first major snowfall of the year, tromping about in his winter clothes. His tail had come in handy then, as extra warmpth.
"I never knew who my father was. Mom said he ran off when she told him she was pregnant. Mom never got together with anyone else, but I might have half siblings if my father had any other children."

Dian shrugged, taking another sip of his...what was he on now? Third? Third daquiri.

Raissen did a little stretch when Laertes walked inside his room. Eh? Tight pants were more restrictive. His teeny weeny shorts boardered on an undergarment, except they were very obviously made to be viewed, what with those adorable little buttons on the front. Why did he ever give up his shorts? He loved them!

The young adult stepped inside, viewing the interior. He soaked it up, comparing it briefly to the only other time he'd seen Laertes' room-- In Otome's house. Raissen stood by the door, leaning against the doorjamb. It certainly felt lived in. ...Yes, lived in was appropriate. A little bit of mess, a little bit of cleanliness, a little bit of personal flair...

Braeden was in mid jump when the explosion sent his character high flying. He was in fact launched through the window of the building they were supposed to go in next.
"Hey! I found the next area!" He called as the sound of a chainsaw right behind him sent shivers along his body.

"Hup!" His character grunted as he leapt away from sudden and instant death.

Kituzke smiled up at Infi, looking at her with large blue eyes, his tail lashing back and forth as she acknowleged him. Out of instinct he tried to smooth the folds out of his trailing evening gown, looking himself as demure as possible. Really, being rowdy was too much effort.
"Hello Miss Infi! Whatcha doing?" He asked politely, openly admiring the crimson haired woman.

"Mom's pretty neat. I ought to introduce you to her sometime." Dian said, watching Kael's face fall. He reached out to lightly touch the boy's bare shoulder, smiling at him. No harm done by no father, right?

Lightly thumbing the strap of his wifebeater momentarily, Dian pulled back, sipping at his drink again.
"Grew up with two husky/german shepard mixes, went to both Docid middle and high schools, with between a 3.5-3.8 grade point average...That's not bad, ey? When I turned eighteen I moved down to where I live now, attended art classes until I was...twenty two?"

He stopped, to think. Yes, twenty two sounded about right. His ear flicked momentarily. "Been living pretty much by myself until then, except when I adopted three kids around the same time." Dian laughed, recalling, "It was pretty crazy then, but not anymore. It's quiet now, even with Braeden and Kituzke."

Granted that was a brief, very brief biography. He ommited quite a bit, including the more interesting details. But he didn't want to bore Kael. The rest could come in due time.

Raissen watched Laertes, dumbfounded for a moment. Why did he follow Laertes? It seemed the proper thing to do, but now that he stood here with nothing really further to say, it seemed really more moronic than anything. Dark blue eyes sought the floor as red eyebrows crinkled.
"I just wanted to talk..." Raissen said rather mournfully as he turned and left Laertes room. What a disaster.

He followed the instructions to the patio and was soon sitting in Kituzke's abandoned chair, drawing up his knees to his chest, leaning his chin on the two peaks. Idle hands played with his laces as he stared off into the view. When it boiled down to it, who was it really who he wanted?



It was really more like constipated hippo on a trampoline athetic. His character model was hilariously stiff, so it was a small miracle he was able to jump at all, let alone his own body legnth.
A rythmic vibration in his controller had Braeden looking down to his health bar, which was glowing in time with the vibrations.
"Micah, how do you replenish your health? I think the collision between my face and the window left me majorly hurting." Braeden said, shooting the feet of a zombie woman who tried to get him from behind.

Kituzke trailed after her eagerly, he flushed when she winked at him, but it was thankfully concealed under his soft fuzz. And he was about to order something, when Nakshidil made the comment about appetite spoiling. His teeth shut with an audible click.
"If it isn't too much to ask Miss Infi, perhaps a root beer float after dinner?" He asked then, looking up at her from under heavy lashes.

Dian spotted Mara. "Well she's an exception to every rule." Dian said, recalling how she tried to impale his foot earlier. Dian drained his drink, wondering why he was beginning to feel a little ill. Fruit drinks shouldn't have such an effect on him. Leaning back and patting his stomach, he decided to see if it would settle before dinner. Actually...Rubbing his hands over his forearms, he decided the sickly feeling was making him want a hug. Like the 'I'll take care of you' type of hug. He bit his lip before looking back up to Kael.

"What is your favorite type of doggeh? Got a preference?" Dian asked, wondering how much Infi might object if he bought Kael a puppy.
Now why would he want to give Kael a dog as a present?
He seemed like he might want one. One of those types you can train to bring stuff to you, like tools or something.
That would be cool.