Tempo: .....-swats- D<

Morph: Hey! Hey... stop-...stop that. Hey.

Tempo: - Huffs and pouts- I've been violated.

Morph: *looks in the vague direction of his hands* ...huh? But...huh? Is not. What?

Tempo: .......you people are all weird.

Morph: >.< NOOooo?

Tempo: ...-swats again for the hell of it-

Morph: *winces a bit at moment of swat, closing his eyes, and then sits down and flops over*

Tempo: - Facepalm- you drunk or something?

Morph: *from the floor* no.

Tempo: - Nudges with foot- you stay on the floor with your a** in the air and I might be tempted.

Morph: mmmp... is not... *flops over more so is fairly horizontal*

Tempo: Is not what? - Kicks him in the rear-

Morph: *gives a one eyed glare* Why are you so mean?

Tempo: - Chuckles- It's all love.

Morph: *frowns, eyes closed again* Love does not kick you in the a** repeatedly.

Tempo: Does something to your a** repeatedly.

Mir: *pokes Tempo's butt with her closed knife* Having fun?

Morph: He's bein' mean. X[

Tempo: No knife on the butt... >_o - Covers rear.

Falcon: - Sits and watches with a grin-

Mir: *smiles* It's just the hilt, silly.

Morph: *curls up, sleeping*

Ione: *watches quietly*

Tempo: I'll show you hilt... - Huffs and scoots away from her, still covering his rear-

Falcon: - Arches a brow and pokes Morph in the nose with a claw-

Mir: *smirks* You're a lot more fun when you're high.

Morph: *crinkles his nose*

Ione: *still watching, crouches low*

Tempo: - Sticks his tongue out at her-

Falcon: - Gigglesnorts a bit, sitting in front of him--but eyes Ione after a moment-

Mir: *grins*

Morph: *attempts to ignore everything*

Ione: *meets Falcon's eyes quietly but unwaveringly*

Tempo: - Wiggles his rear at her and fluffs his tail- I'm always fun.

Falcon: - Cocks his head and makes his way over to Ione- What's up sweetie?

Mir: *smiles* I'm sure.

Morph: ...

Ione: *draws back slightly* ... Nothing.

Tempo: -Pouts and sits down, crossing his arms-

Falcon: - Smirks at her, sliding down to lie on his tummy, still watching her- You're a quiet little thing~

Mir: *smiles a little softer* So how's life, tempo?

Ione: *nods slightly* What happened to your ear?

Tempo: Life is...life. - Shrugs- Yours?

Falcon: -Flicks his ear a bit and smiles- S'a secret, sweetie. -Purrs, tail swaying about behind him-

Mir: *smiles a little* It's alright

Ione: Ooh... Ok. *watches him for a moment then flops on to her stomach so she's at his level* What's your name?

Tempo: - Pats the spot beside him and grins, humming quietly to himself- Anything interesting going on?

Falcon: - Cocks his head at her and smiles wider- I might tell you, though.~ Can’t deny a cutie like you. - Crosses his paws in front of himself- Falcon. And yourself?

Mir: *smirks at Morph who's now fast asleep then goes over to sit next to Tempo* Well, I’m going to get some armor made for me soon, so I’m really looking forward to that.

Ione: *blinks and smiles very slightly, a little more with her eyes then her mouth* Ione.

Tempo: - Chuckles a bit- I see. Why armor? Not diggin' the skirt? - Tugs at it playfully and pokes his tongue out.-

Falcon: -Scoots forward a bit closer to her, back legs stretching out behind him- Pretty name, I like it.

Mir: *grins, showing a little fang, and stretches out her legs* Have fun ogling my legs, tempo, cuz my days of skirt wearing are numbered. I like wearing pants and having pockets. *smirks* And the armor wouldn't be all over. Just lower legs and on my arms.

Ione: *gives another shy smile*

Tempo: Pity, you have such pretty legs. - Snickers, withdrawing his hand and leaning back to settle on his palm, crossing his ankles- Ji would kill me for saying that, you know. But armor sounds nice--wish I had gotten some before wandering around looking for a territory.

Falcon: - Extends his claws and rakes them through the grass slowly- So, Ione, tell me about yourself.

Mir: *smiles, leaning back too* Thanks. Thrud gave me the idea. Or rather, fighting her.

Ione: *blinks once* Papa says I'm quiet. And I like watching.

Tempo: - Hums contemplatively- I have scars galore. The shirt didn't come pre-ripped, I can promise you that.

Falcon: - Softens his smile a bit at her words- Quiet isn't bad. Far from it. Makes you mysterious.

Mir: *grins and holds out her arms, palms up, showing the scarred skin, then wiggles her knees a bit, calling attention to the scars on her legs, too. A majority of them are pretty faded* I change shirts.

Ione: *another shy smile* I can keep secrets.

Tempo: - Laughs- I think it makes me look pretty gung-ho~

Falcon: - Chuckles softly- That's a good quality.

Mir: *shrugs and smiles* It works.

Ione: *smiles a little more warmly, if only just* Your turn.

Tempo: -nods a bit and bounces his ankle absently- So...you and Thrud are together, right?

Falcon: - Perks his ears a bit and purses his lips- Hmm...well, my ear... - He paused for a moment- it's where I got my name.

Mir: We're partners, yeah.

Ione: *quietly* Ooh. Did it hurt?

Tempo: - Grins- How do you feel about her being pregnant, then?

Falcon: - Laughs- hell ova' lot, yeah. The damn bird came out of nowhere when I was a kitten and took a chunk out of it.

Mir: *shrugs* Not like I could do it. And they are her good friends, after all. She's doing it as a favor in exchange for my armor... that and I think she might like being a mother, even a surrogate, once it's all over, that is. *smirks slightly* I don't think she much likes the being pregnant part.

Ione: *looks at his ear again* Ouch... *coming out of her quietness a little* Do you have any brothers or sisters?

Tempo: - Nods a bit then plops down onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head- JiYong and I...have a surrogate too. She's due in a few weeks. - Grins, looking up to her- That makes you a parent too, you know.

Falcon: -Shrugs slightly and curls his legs back up against his torso, front paws folding under his chest- Not that I can remember, no.

Mir: *smiles a little, looking down at him* More like an Aunt then anything. Are you nervous? About being a father?

Ione: *quiet again* Ooh... *looks at his chest, where his paw are tucked under* Parents?

Tempo: - Shrugs a bit- She's your partner, makes you another parent in my opinion...and yeah, of course I'm nervous...but I've wanted a family with Ji since we first got together...now we had a chance and I had to ask him about it. - Grins- Plus, little spawn of JiYong will be interesting.

Falcon: - Shakes his head- My mother died after we were born. My dad lived with me up until...ah, I freed myself

Mir: *shrugs nonchalantly, and smiles* I suppose you're right. I've had enough experience anyways with that one. *nods over at the sleeping Morph and chuckles at Tempo's comment, thinking a little again about having kits of her own*

Ione: Ooh... *quiet for a moment* Sooo..... you do have brothers and sisters?

Tempo: - Smirks playfully at her- Morph seems like a handful. I look after Ji so much that I've had my practice, too.

Falcon: - Shrugs once more- I don’t remember any of them if I do. My dad only told me about my mother, honestly.

Mir: *smiles fondly over at Morph* He used to always be like that. Sleeping, I mean. He was a quiet kid, spent most of his time sleeping or just being. I told him he needed something to occupy his time, so he said he would learn guitar, and it just took off from there. *smiles warmly at Morph*

Ione: *quietly* Ooh... *looks down at her paws, thinking* Falcon? ...Do... you want to be friends? Daddy says I should make friends.

Tempo: - Nods and yawns softly- He seems like a good kid. 'Cept with the herbs and such, but I can’t complain. - Being reminded he dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, retrieving his lighter as well- ...want one?

Falcon: - Brightens a bit and nods at her, reaching up with his paw to lightly pat the top of her small head- Of course, you're too much of a sweetie to not be friends.

Mir: *shakes her head 'no' and looks over at Morph, shaking her head at the pouch around his neck* I suppose it's partially my fault. I taught him about medicinal herbs and things like that. The catnip? ...Just... I don't know where he gets so much of it, but he seems pretty responsible with it. *shakes her head a little, smiling* Personally, I hope he loses the catnip by the time he becomes a father, but keeps all the other stuff he has in there. It will come in handy.

Ione: *wiggles her head slightly, smiling happily* Thanks~

Tempo: Could be worse, believe me. I'm sure you know that, though. - Lights up his cigarette and sets his lighter to his stomach, taking a slow drag and letting the smoke slip out from between his lips- He's still a good kid, though.

Falcon: - Chuckles, leaning forward to nudge his nose to hers for a moment, then stood up, stretching.- You wanna' play a game?

Mir: *nods* He is. *reaches over and extends her hand to Tempo's lighter* May I?

Ione: *pulls back a little, blinking at the nose to nose* Uuh... I guess. *small smile* What game?

Tempo: - Arches a brow but nods, motioning for her to take it while he took another slow drag-

Falcon: - Swishes his tail and trots around for a moment, tail curling up to drape the tip against his back- Hmm~ how about...tag. - Twists around and poked her between the eyes with the pad of his paw- You're it.

Mir: *smiles slightly and takes it, flicking it and looking at the flame for a moment*

Ione: *blinks a little at the poke before looking up at Falcon, then gives a slight smile, getting up and swishing her tail slowly, eyes fixed on Falcon, the focus in her eyes reminiscent of her father, Anbu, at odds with her quiet demeanor*