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It had been.. longer than Rune cared to remember since he’d set foot in the Fa’e HQ, and more had changed in that time than he cared to imagine, his transition to youth being only one of many things that had occurred since he’d last seen the headquarters. Perhaps that’s why mild apprehension lingered in his eyes as he stared up at the massive building, frowning to himself.

Rune brushed off the negative feelings, shouldering open the front door and stepping in. The common room, at least, was the same. If you messed up the pillows a bit and pushed the couch a little over to one side, it would be exactly as he’d seen it the night that he’d left. It was a small comfort, considering that it was otherwise empty.

“If there isn’t beer in the fridge,” he mumbled to himself, heading towards the kitchen. “I’m going to kick a kitten.”

Mortimer had stopped giving himself excuses for going to the HQ. When it came down to it, he was just bored and had nothing better to do than to drag himself to the building. Limp tail and large wings trailing behind himself, scratching his stomach as he pushed the front door open. That was strange though, usually there weren't... other fa'e here. Though more and more were showing up. Odd.

The closest sound was from the kitchen, another from the fireplace. Went for the closer room and was confronted with a rather.. colourful sight. "H...Hello..?" Memory was lost on this one. He had been reading back in his old diaries to try and remember who people were, but he had only gotten so far. Didn't have anything written about someone matching a description quite this... colourful.

Why there was beer in the fridge of a place that was frequently filled with minors, Rune did not know. Nor did he in any way give a crap. With any luck, it belonged to Dil, and in the process of drinking it he would be simultaneously inconveniencing the beak-nosed b*****d. He pressed the tip of his index finger beneath the tap and pulled it back with a sharp crack, sipping at the rush of foam just as Mortimer walked in.

“Heeeeey there, Fuzzbutt!” Rune said, his words barely distinguishable around a mouthful of beer foam. He may not have seen Mortimer in.. well, a long a** time, but some people you just didn’t forget. Especially people who were covered head to toe in fur. “Long time no see, blah blah blah.” Rune bypassed the pleasantries and pulled another can out of the fridgepack, tossing it to Mortimer, “Drink and be merry. Or as merry as you can ever be, sourpuss.”

He said this as nonchalantly as one could while making a comical insult, before the sounds from the living room caught his easily-attainable attention. Rune ducked around the corner, and his eyes immediately widened.

There was nothing like emerging into a previously empty room, just to find it occupied by two rather attractive women who you had previously slept with.

“Ladies,” Rune said with a grin, leaning one shoulder against the doorway, “Nothing could make me happier than seeing the two of y- JESUS ******** CHRIST LANA WHO HIT YOU I WILL ******** STAB THEM?!”

Mortimer had learned that it was far better to go with he flow and pretend like you knew wha the ******** was going on than to freak out. Whoever this colourful creature was, they were giving him a beer and seemed to be on friendly terms. Good. Because he liked beer enough to not question why he was being called a sourpuss. The youth looked down at the can, giving a pleased hum before opening it up and taking a swig.

And when he looked back down, suddenly there was a whole lot more stuff going on. The other male shouted something so he joined them in the main room, and there was an unrecognizable chick and-

Holy s**t. Someone he actually recognized. "Nyoka?" Couldn't help but grin to himself. That was good news. What else, oh, the girl who was not Nyoka called the colourful guy Sunshine. Why couldn't these people use names so he could play along? Shoulders shrugged slightly and he offered a response, "Yeah. I guess you could say that."

If there was one thing Rune knew well, it was that you didn’t argue with women you wanted to sleep with. Simply because, if you did, they were less likely to sleep with you. Thus, he sighed in temporary defeat, and allowed a smile as those familiar hands found their way into his hair, “Hmph. Only you could look pretty with bruises, Lana,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a close hug before planting a kiss on her forehead.

In a way, it was as though the many months apart hadn’t had the slightest effect on their odd relationship.

“Didn’t it,” He quirked a smile and looked at Mortimer sideways, “He’s like a freaking.. catmonkey..bird..thing.” Rune faltered at the end of that, shrugging and ultimately deciding that Mortimer’s species was not something that minds such as his own were meant to know.

He gave Nyoka a wink, “True. I doubt I could pull off a black eye as gracefully as Lana, here. But come on, I’m far too pretty to be used as a punching bag!” He was joking, clearly, but something in his voice suggested that he was being rather honest.

Even though his attention was mainly on Nyoka, blocking out the displays of affection because the two others he was listening and caught the males name from her. Rune. And then 'Rune' called the other woman 'Lana'. Damn he was good. Now he had everyones names.

"Huh?" Mid-sip when he heard the brilliant description of himself, looking over to Rune. Face screwed up as he pictured a cat-monkey-bird-thing, looking down at himself. Well ********, he didn't look THAT wierd did he? He thought he looked fine. Brows furrowed and he scratched at the back of his head, momentarily genuinely concerned. He even forgot about his drink.

"Just a bit of fur... and scales... and feathers.... Hm." Distracted from his idle thoughts, because when he looked up Rune was being groped and he no longer cared in the least about his taloned feet. "Atleast I have legs." Toothy grin was thrown to Nyoka, chuckling low in his throat.

Rune was easily baited. However, the lewd comment that he was about to blurt out was suppressed as Morty spoke, causing a burst of laughter instead.

“Dude,” Rune said, not really thinking before he spoke. Not the he ever did, really, “She has legs when she wants to. Trust me, she does.” Rune stuck his tongue out at Nyoka, grinning around the expression. “You already know that much, Nyoka. Why state the obvious?”

He could be such a d**k, sometimes. But he was a lovable d**k.

“Mine,” he said, raising the hand that held his own beer, “Well… it is now, anyways. I don’t have a flag, but I’m claiming it nevertheless. If I remember correctly, there should also be two bottles of rum stashed in the toilet tank of the upstairs bathroom, unless someone got to them.”

Finding himself thoroughly defeated by not just Rune but Lana as well, he conceded and took a swig of his beer. Damn. He had forgotten about that, as well as a lot of things. Damnit. She did too, he had seen them, and they were nice. Maybe they'd all get smashed enough that they'd lose their memories too, then everything would be even.

"In the toilet? That can't be sanitary. Not that i'm very clean. And will drink it anyways. Free is free." Cringed at the sound of the slap, shifting away from the apparent couple and towards Nyoka. "I've been okay. Surviving." Was curious to hear what they would say, especially Rune and Lana, considering he couldn't even remember who the hell they were.