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Gabrian has grown increasingly used to spending the night outside his own room as of late, though that wasn't to say he didn't spend time in it every single day. No, see, the fact was that lately, he'd grown quite used to the idea of sleeping nestled against the warm, comforting bodies of his three friends. While sure, yes, Davy and his aquatic scareons were lovely bedtime companions, there was simply something about the whole experience, as innocent as it was, that left the nix demon horribly and irremediably addicted to the sensation of waking up in the middle of the night to the warm press of a familiar body against his. Not even when nightmares haunted him did he feel entirely alone; he'd wake up feeling restless, look around in the darkness and would then tighten his coils around what he felt was undeniably his.

There were times, after these nightmares that the nix would stay awake for hours, simply being. He would rest his head on top of the gryphon's body (for he was the larges of the quartet) and would simply content himself with listening to the sound of his friends breathing as they slept; the sound always eventually lulled him back to sleep.

I was probably due to this (hopefully not entirely unhealthy) addiction that Gabrian no longer felt confusion when he opened his eyes and momentarily found himself in an unfamiliar space such as Ren's room. For the most part, the serpent did a good job at taking this all in stride, actually; he'd look one way, then the other, determine which room it was he'd woke up in and then ponder if he wanted to catch a few more hours of sleep since no classes were being held at that moment in time or... go be productive. After a few moments of internal debate, the large serpent emitted a soft hissing sound and buried himself quite efficiently under the large hoard of pillows his friend possessed. The previous night had been one of those vaguely tiresome nights, where he'd woken up after a particularly harsh nightmare and he'd been unable to sleep for a long while. As such and despite the fact he could see no wolf, rabbit or gryphon nearby... Gabrian felt he had more than earned himself a few more hours of rest.

The ghouls had probably decided to go do something together; ghoul time. He even snorted at the sound of the word in his mind and Ren... well, the gryphon was likely in the shower or fetching food. Either way, he was bound to return and he's have a warm body to press up against once more. It was lovely weekend afternoon; truly, what could go wrong?

By the time Ren got back to his room, the large serpent was, in fact deeply asleep, to the point there might've been a light hissing sound every time he breathed in a touch deeper. His tail, which did not quite fit under the pile of pillows, stuck out and twitched every so often, betraying the fact the large creature was actually alive and not just a toy. Had Medieval not raised her voice into near screeches, it's probable their return would have gone unnoticed to the demon; in fact... when Ren first entered the room, talking with someone, Gabrian's first instinctual reaction had been to slither deeper into the pile of pillow, burying his large head under several plush pillows in an attempt to block out the sound.

When the voices picked up volume, tension rolling in the air, the serpent snorted, still partially hidden, and then turned his head so that he could glance out of his hiding place through one large, golden eye. What he saw was not what he'd been expecting to see; in fact, his sleep fogged mind was trying desperately to figure out why there seemed to be a female gryphon inside Ren's room. His eyes hooded over as he watched, not entirely listening to what either monster was saying; he'd technically been planning on closing his eyes again when out of the corner of an eyes, he picked up a movement that didn't sit well with him. The fact he'd been closing his eyes at the time meant that Gabrian missed seeing the slap. That, however, did not mean he hadn't heard it, and no sooner did the sound of the slap die down that the large serpent burst out from under the pile of pillows.

His growl battled against Medieval's snap as she squared herself in front of Ren, and in a flash, the large serpent had relocated itself, curled up protectively around Ren's body, his open jaws just inches away from the female's face. For one long, dragged out beat, he chose to stay still, almost as if to let her make the mistake of thinking he was some sort of feral, brainless creature, "Kindly step away," it was said in a cold, heartless baritone which he rarely used, his lips pulled back in a snarl,fangs still showing even as he spoke. Something about the way he was possessively half curled around the other boil, not to mention the frigid tone of hi voice... seemed to indicate that if Medieval did not 'kindly' step away, Gabrian would remove her personally. He offered the gryphon ghoul one last growl before turning to look at Ren and then towards the plate that had been sent flying to the other side of the room, "You could have gotten me some," the frigid tone was gone, replaced with the serpent's usual drawl.

His tail come up to touch the other boil's chin, nudging his head towards one side so he could inspect the damage done done by the slap, "Mmmmmm... you'll live," was his diagnosis, apparently, though that said, he turned to shoot Medieval another harsh glare. Despite the fact he'd uncurled himself from around Ren, it was clear he was on edge and quite ready to strike if need be.

There had been no actual plan behind Gabrian's actions; the ghoul had struck his friend and the demon had reacted on instinct, defending what he felt was his. As such, he had not anticipated the wave of pleasure that bubbled up his throat and being as the gryphon ghoul stumbled back and crashed on the floor, her features denoting terror and panic. He'd never been a particularly aggressive nix, being far more laid back by nature than most his family, but he could definitely see where they were coming from when they told him it was necessary to grow a spine. Maybe he just hadn't had the right incentives to do so till now. A derogatory sneer was aimed at the gryphon on the ground, almost as if the serpent were looking at her down his nose.

It was quite obvious that the large creature was not looking to calm down anytime soon, but the moment Ren's hand landed on his head, scratching through his mane and hair, his eyes hooded over. Rather than answer his friend instantly, the serpent let out a snort of air, coupled with a deep, "Hmph..." of a sound before entirely loosening his hold around the other boil. The scratches and the deep calming voice caused the demon to open his jaws wide and yawn, both showing off his fangs and... the fact he'd been meaning to sleep in a little bit more, "You're most inconsiderate..." the words were mumble grumbled as he slithered off the other boil entirely and flooped tiredly on the ground, apparently choosing to ignore the ghoul, even as she squawked at them, "I would have loved some pancakes. Waffled would have been appropriate too. With chocolate. I like chocolate," it was right around then that he finally saw fit to turn his head towards Medieval, his eyes narrowing in warning before let out a sigh of exasperation, "Oh, fine," he drawled out at Ren, "As you wish. Though I don't particularly feel she's earned the right to be welcomed anywhere. How rude."

That said, the serpent closed his eyes and after a few moments, the shifting finished and instead of a reptile, there stood a mildly grumpy, slightly sleepy looking demon on the floor. His usual fancy clothes were missing, replaced with vaguely more baggy, comfortable clothes, though they still clung to him appropiately, and even with bed hair, he didn't look all that bad, things considered, "My name is Gabrian," he told the ghoul whom had finally managed to regain her bearings. One of his hands reaching up to pull the his hair into some sort of pony tail, deftly typing a ribbon which he produced from his pocket around it to hold it in place. "Pleased to meet you, Medieval. Would you care to join us for breakfast?" something about the way he said all that though, seemed to betray he was not pleased at all.

"You're most inconsiderate, given the fact you forgot about me. I feel most wounded," the hand he'd been using to tie up his head reached and scrached bellow his horns; the demon's heavy lidded expression denoting that had he not though he was needed he would have gone straight to bed. In fact, he made a note to look at Ren as if to say that after all this ordeal was over, he planned on curling up to resume his nap, right where he'd left off, because goddamnit, he deserved a big long rest. He mouthed a single word, his head turning away from the ghoul so she could not see him, 'Nightmare'. It was the only explanation he gave his friend for his obviously sleepy demeanor but Gabrian knew that the gryphon needed no more than that.

It was right around then that the ghoul stomped over to him and jagged her finger at him; it landed several times on his chest, and the demon scowled slightly, "Why do people feel the need to do that?" this was murmured, but loud enough to be heard as he took a step back and rubbed his chest, "Alessa kept doing that at first too, and you do it quite often too, Ren. Is there something about me that demands people touch my chest repeatedly with their hands?" he knew how that could be taken, and quite frankly, he was hoping the ghoul would take it the wrong way. In his mind, she had done nothing to deserve a polite treatment, and though his upbringing demanded he treat her with some resemblance of courtesy, he was not going to keep the bitting remarks out of his conversation with her. At least not until she apologized. To both of them. And something told him hell might just freeze over before that happened.

"Hmmm..." the hum was direction as his friend, as well as a small grimace, "The wolf kicked me in the face. And the rabbit had a strange dream because she kept trying to run in her sleep. That aside, it was most comfortable," with that piece of cryptic information, he moved fluidly and elegantly past Medieval in order to take the bottle of orange juice that was being offered. He had not even wrapped his hand properly around the thing when Ren's words came crashing down around him like a ton of bricks.

"Because he's my boyfriend, of course."

The very lose grip he'd been holding on the (thankfully) plastic bottle loosened and the item fell to the ground as the demon stiffened. He shot Ren a wide eyed look of shock before he decided not to correct the other boil; maybe he had some sort of plan. Mainly to keep a certain rabbit 'safe' and while he did not particularly approve of the fact he was being used at bait, he figured better him than the ghouls, seeing as how he was here now, "He's not a very considerate boilfriend, actually. That was meant to be a secret," crouching down, he retrieved the bottle, and aside from the slightly irritated look which he sent Ren, he seemed perfectly okay with the situation. A pause followed, and almost as if he felt the need to corroborate the other boil'd story, he turned to look at Medieval, "Did you know he purrs? He rather enjoys ear scratches. And tail scratches," a pause, followed by a slightly smirk which he directed at the ghoul, "Is that just him, or is that all gryphons?" a beat, and then he turned to Ren, "Milk?" a pause, "Also, I think I lost my sock last night."

A snort was the initial answer Ren recieved as the demon reached up with his free hand to rub his chest once more, "I don't understand thee fascination you people feel with poking others' chests... there's much more pleasurable things that can be done that involve fingers and chests that are not poking," that said, he opened the bottle of orange juice and took a swig, apparently not particularly fussed with the fact they would have to share drinking out of the same place. He knew he was disease free and he knew the gryphon was too, so there was no real problem, was there? Besides, getting a glass involved leaving and right now... he would rather not leave the room unless strictly necessary. Plus, his throat was dry from sleep and shock, damnit, he needed a drink.

His gaze slid over to the ghoul, arching a brow at just how horror struck she looked. One would have thought that Ren had just told her he was going to die within the next twenty four hours, with no hope of coming back as an undead. Good grief, if all his family was like this, he could easily understand where most of his friend's issues came from; his own family was strict, but nowhere near this level of insanity. He lowered the bottle when the truthfulness of their ahhh... relationship was questioned by the ghoul, but before he could so much as open his mouth to kick in a retort, Ren advanced on him with something akin to determination.

Blinking in slight confusion, the nix tilted his head to one side. He'd been about to ask what the hell Ren was up to when his ears caught the low, murmured word. Even that wasn't a sufficient enough warning though, because quite honestly, out of the very long list of possible things the gryphon could have done right around then, kissing him passionately hadn't even entered the realm of possibility. He was, in fact, so shell shocked by the motion, that it took him a beat or so to react, and frankly, the only reason he managed to react was because from his position, he could see Medieval staring at them. Closing his eyes, the demon responded to the kiss, this time far more naturally than he had during spin the bottle, allowing Ren to guide the kiss however he saw fit. As the other boil pulled away, leaving his still mildly sleep hazed brain more than... slightly on second gear, the nix quickly decided several things;

a) That had not been bad at all - in fact, it had been quite good, but maybe that was his sleep hazed mind talking.
b) He was not going to let the gryphon know about point a.
c) Ren now owed him a rather large, rather tasty chocolate cake. With rainbow sprinkles. And perhaps a dinner or lunch too. He was still deciding on this.

He waited for the chaos to errupt, but... it never really did. All that happened was that Medieval shrieked in horror, expressed her disgust and ran out of the room. His hand raised in the air and flopped on the gryphon's head as he tried to bury his face into his friend's chest, "You know," he drawled out as he he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "If we keep this up, everyone is going to get the wrong idea, Ren," he didn't really sound annoyed though, actually, just vaguely amused, "How, exactly, are you planning on maintaining this facade in front of your family? Or were you not looking that far ahead? Also... dear Jack, are they all like that? Your sister's... interesting, " then, after a brief pause, having allowed himself to calm down, the demon extended his hand and tried to tilt up the gryphon's face to look at him in the eye, "Feeling any better then?" he let that question sink in and then, "You owe me a nice, lovely chocolate cake. I just thought you should know. And possibly dinner. I'll let you get away with pizza so long half of it has anchovies.

It was quite strange how often Gabrian had to catch himself from saying 'good boy' whenever Ren happened to pull a stunt like this one. After all, he would have meant those words as a compliment, and yet something told him that anyone listening to him might take them as some sort of derogatory term. However, Ren made it oh-so-very hard for him not to say such things; case point, he was currently nuzzling his chest like a post puppy, breathing in his scent. Could he be any more cute? Mfrttt... he was starting to think the gryphon did it on purpose, just to be that much more frustrating than he usually was, but the blushing seemed to indicate otherwise, and as such, the demon 'suffered' in silence. He was apparently content to let him stay there for as long as he needed; he knew how much dealing with his family wore him out, though... he'd never really been present to witness an encounter with any of his family members.

After having seen what he had that day, Gabrian was glad he'd never been present for any sort of meeting. Specially after Ren's first string of words; that much was obvious from the way the demon's hand stilled where it'd been rubbing the other boil's head. His eyes narrowed, and though he wasn't a particularly violent creature, his thoughts took a particularly gory twist; in fact, due to the close proximity, Ren might have even felt the growl that rumbled briefly through his chest. He probably wouldn't have been able to act out on such thoughts, given the fact Gabrian wasn't particularly physical in nature, being much more of a lover than a fighter, even in his serpent form, but it was probable that given the chance, at that particular moment... he would have tried, "Hhhmmm...." that wasn't a hum of approval, seeing as how his growl had softened into it, but it at least indicate he'd managed to shove away the darker, gory thoughts that had assaulted him previously, "Well," he drawled, "I don't particularly have the pleasure of knowing your father, Ren, but I can tell you he's scum. No parent should strike their child - that is not discipline; it's abuse. Respect is earned, not enforced through violence. That's uncivilized. You might be monsters, but you're not monsters."

If someone were to have asked how Gabrian felt for the gryphon, he'd have probably told him that he loved him dearly. But then again, he also loved Alessa and LW. In his humble opinion, no one had to be restricted to just one type of love; he also loved his family, after all, as strict as they were. Unlike Ren, he didn't really have that big of a problem expressing how he felt, but... he'd never had to live through anything remotely similar to what he'd witnessed today. It was no wonder the other boil had such difficulty trusting others, though it did make him wonder what on Halloween it was he'd done to actually gain that trust. He hadn't really done anything to warrant the obvious trust Ren had in him.

It was that thought which allowed him to answer the gryphon, even as he batted his own question away when he'd said it, "I love my family," he told the other boil, "We're different, but I love them. And... in their own way, they love me too, I guess. They want what's good for me," he allowed himself to shrug, watching as the other boil finally pulled away from him, his hand slipping off the monster's head to land by his side, "They just... never really cared to ask me what I think is best for me, is all," he watched as his friend turned around, obviously torn over something or other if the way he was fidgeting was any indication, "I just don't really care about climbing up in social ranks. I'm perfectly content just-" it was then that the gryphon spun around and wrapped his arms around the nix chest, leaving the former quite surprised by the sudden action. It was that surprise that kept him frozen for a full beat, but that didn't last long; he let out a sigh and hugged the other boil back, for once feeling as embarrassed about it as Ren was.

"Yeah, me too," oh, he knew he wasn't answering what had been spoken out loud, but then, he figured it was probably best to answer what hadn't been said out loud, "And... I'm not going to kill you," this was drawled out before he lowered his face and gave the other boil a kiss on top of his head, much more like a father would a son, "Yet," he watched again as Ren pulled away and then frowned, "Anchovies do not smell bad. They're fish. They smell like fish, and they are absolutely delicious. I'd ask for weed, but something tells me you'd not go for that," a pause, "And seeing as how you owe me, anchovies it is," he turned to look at the stain and clicked his tongue over his fangs, "You should let Rhys or one of your other pets have a morning treat before we do anything about the blanket."

"Discipline," there was a sneer so deep that one would would have thought the demon had been ingesting something particularly foul tasting as he spoke, "I'd like to seem them abuse me in my other forms some few years from now," he opened his mouth, and snapped it shut in the air a couple of time, as if to demonstrated what would have happened; while it was true he wasn't particularly violently, he was well aware he could get his other form to grow through FEAR. All he needed was practice and will for it to do so. And time. He had time though, and lots of patience, "You agreed with me in that music class, did you not?" he didn't really have to state what it was Ren had agreed to back then, seeing as how he was sure they both knew what he was talking about, "As such, I might have to lay state to my claim formally where this family of yours is concerned. I swear - if any of them lays a single claw on that pretty little head of yours, I'll make them wish they hadn't. It might not be now, and it might not be next week, but I'd make sure they regretted the moment they decided to walk their uppity little asses into your life in such a way."

There was something unmistakably cold and threatening in what Gabrian was saying; this was not what he'd told Ren or even LW when he promised them revenge for one of their various pranks. This was something else entirely, and as the gryphon stepped away from the impromptu hug, the demon was forced to calm his features back into some resemblance of indifference. His eyes closed as he took in several breaths of air, only to release them in the form of deep, calming puffs of air. He only turned his gaze back to his friend when he began talking again, his features finally relaxed, "Hmmm..." there was a moment, during which he pondered something, obviously wondering if it was the right thing to say, but after just a few beats, Gabrian let out a sigh, "You know," he drawled out, "Many creatures in this town have famillies and yet... they have no actual blood ties with said famillies. I think Family runs deeper than just blood relation ties. Your family is whom you make your family; if you don't want them... take us," and by 'us', there was no mistake whom the demon meant.

"They are too delicious. You're just weird, Ren," he ran a hand through his hair again, opening his mouth into another wide yawn, displaying fangs once more, though this time it was hardly threatening. In fact, given the fact the demon was scratching lazily under his left horns, his hair tumbling over half of his face... he looked almost entirely out of character. Or at least, that's probably what half of the school would have thought; Ren probably knew better, "Mmmm.... sleepy," he murmured briefly before his hooded, golden gaze slid back to the gryphon, "Seaweed is marvelous. I like to eat it when I'm in my other form - no, I'm not strictly a carnivore. And it tastes.... I don't know. Like wet salad I guess?" a snort was released as he watched the lepus and then managed a smirk at his friend, "Yes well, it wasn't a kill-worthy kiss, now was it," and at this point he bent down so he could lean slightly into the other boil, "I find their not as unwelcome as they once were."

The way the nix's eyes narrowed as Ren tried to protest made it quite apparent that despite the fact he wasn't arguing the fact... he did not believe the gryphon. Not for a minute. In fact, he wasn't even sure the other boil believe what he was saying or if all his words were simply a front to keep himself safe from what the demon was now sure had happened. It was that notion that allowed him to shove the information he'd just gained to the back of his mind; this was not the time or place. They would likely have to deal with all of this but... not now.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," he drawled out as he lifted his arms over his head, holding one of them to the back of his head as he stretched the other in the air, no doubt trying to release the tension and kinks that had been created through both the impromptu 'fight' and the previous sleep, "I am, in fact, quite capable of anger. I just don't display it often, is all," something cracked, popped, and the demon let out a happy sigh, lowering his arms back down to their normal level, one hand now trying (rather unsuccessfully) to fix the wrinkles in his clothes, "I'm quite possessive by nature," even mid task, his gaze slid over to his friend, now entirely relaxed, hooded even, betraying the fact Gabrian either really needed a cup of coffee or... go back to sleep, "You're quite welcome," something about the way he said it seemed to point out he'd do it again if the situation ever called it.

"That's because you don't know any better," it wasn't an argument; it was clear the demon wasn't looking to continue that particular branch of conversation, but he did want Ren to know as much. A snort followed his serious words, and he shook his head, "Aquatic," he drawled out, as if he were talking to a child, "Why does the fact I like seaweed surprise you, birdy. I'm an aquatic creature, for the most part. Of course I'd like seaweed. And seafood..." the words died slowly in his throat though as Ren touched his face; it wasn't shock, and it wasn't disgust. In fact, if anything, it almost resembled how the gryphon looked when he purred except... there was no apparent sound created, just the hooding of the demon's lids until he closed his eyes.

As soon as the touch had been started though, it ended and Ren stepped out from under him, walking over to the dresser, leaving Gabrian to stretch again due to the fact that small round of affection had actually left him lulled again, "I think I need some coffee, actually..." this was murmured as he shoot a look at the pancakes, grimacing at the waste of good food, "We should go to the cafeteria and get ourselves something, Ren. We can always come back here on a full stomach and deal with this later," alas, before he could even make his way to the door (why yes, he did plan on going out dressed as he was - he doubted anyone would have a problem with it, and if they did, they could jack damn not look), the gryphon approached him and coaxed him to lift a hand.

A small, round... emblem was dropped in his hand and for a long moment, during which Gabrian frowned, it was clear he had no idea what was going on, or what was being offered. It took his sleep hazed mind a few moments to absorb the information and when he finally did, there was a sharp, noticeable intake of air, his eyes on the small thing that, in his mind, held so much power. He was well aware Ren knew what it meant to give these things away, and the fact he was offering him one was... well, overwhelming, "I..." he then curled his finder around the emblem, clutching it tight before lifting up a finger in the air, as if to indicate 'one minute'. Then, he sunk his free hand into his pant pockets, but the hiss he emitted seemed to indicate he didn't find what he was looking for; of course he didn't. These clothes weren't even his, "Oooooh, Jackdamnit," he held that same finger in the air again and the strode over to Ren's desk, grabbing a random piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled something or other on the paper and then strode back to his friend, shoving the paper to other boil's chest, "Here. It's not the same, but almost," upon the paper there was a horrible rendition of the nix's emblem image and clearly writing in fine, elegant print, the letters 'I.O.U' just beneath the horrible doodle.