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Normally, she was very much against this sort of thing. Since coming back, she didn't put herself into situations where she'd be alone with people she didn't know. People she didn't fully trust. She almost turned it down due to that fact....but...she had the Itsuki seal of reassurance.

His 'owner' who also owned the house, was a senshi, and the other person who was coming was a knight, and there would be no one else popping in. Itsuki guranteed. She owed the Guardian for changing her pen when she asked and well...connections where good. Order connections.

Solas showed up.

It was a nice looking house, and she glanced this way and that before she knocked on the door, and then waited.

Zach was the one to greet the guests at the door, with Itsuki frantically waving his tiny arms behind the screen at the kitchen table in their general direction. "'Ey, you must be... Solas, right? I'm Zach. Nice ta meetcha." Extending a hand for a shake (if she wanted), the young man also nodded his head to Paul, whom Itsuki adored... for some reason. At least Paul was the more open-minded of the two knights when they'd met those months ago. "C'mon in. Furball's got all kinds'a food from... I dunno where he got it. Itsuki, where'd you get this stuff?"

"I got honto connections, Zee-chan." he squeaked, fluffy tail wagging behind him like a dog's. "Solas-chan! Paul-sama! Domo arigato gozaimasu~" The cat would have bowed, but behind the screen, no one would have seen it anyway.

While Zach showed them to the table, Itsuki took the time to (hopefully) alleviate Solas' fear of strangers. "Solas-chan, this is Paul-sama! He's the knight I was telling you about! He's Saturn! He has honto beefy arms as you can see, and is very strong and saved me from getting cat-napped by the Negaverse! He's one of my favorite people! You can trust him!" A series of furious, enthusiastic nods acted as a bookend to Paul's brief and glowing introduction.

Gesturing to Zach, the cat continued. "This is Zee-chan, also known as Sailor Themisto! He's my senshi! Zee-chan, this is Solas-chan~ She's a great tomodachi!"

Zach stuck his tongue out at the cat. "What? I don't get a paragraph about how haunty beefy I am an' everything?"

"Do you see Paul-sama's arms, Zee-chan?"

"Oh my god, really--"

"ANYWAY." Throwing up his tiny arms, Itsuki started gesturing wildly to the screen, himself, the chairs, the dice, the food and the pencil and paper set up before each chair. Zach's had a plate with a barbecued meat sandwich, Paul's was a plate stacked high with piping hot buffalo wings and two cans of Kirin brand beer, and Solas had a cup of green tea and three steamed meat buns. "The weather has been very bad lately, and Solas-chan needs to feel comfortable and get some friends, so I thought, why not invite my favorite tomodachi to play some games? Solas-chan, Zee-chan and I are part of a Court too, but I thought that might be too much for one sitting, so~"

Zach, for his part, sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "So you actually thought about this further than I thought you did. Good job, furball."

"Sheesh, Zee-chan, gimme some credit!"

Before each chair was a character sheet with the logo emblazoned upon it: Dungeons and Dragons. Itsuki beamed behind his makeshift Dungeon Master's Screen made out of manila folders and drawn on with Sharpie. "So I saw a meme on Facebook about a cat playing this game and I thought, that would be fun with my favorite tomodachi! So here we are!"

He nodded back at the kid who'd followed him into the bar, Itsuki in danger of ruining his appetite with the provided snacks. While he didn't really know Zach very well, the fact Itchuki spoke so highly of the kid made him....decent enough, at least.

Then again, Paul was probably slightly off of his own rocker for showing up at the invitation of a cat to play the afternoon away with a game.

The furry maniac was already chittering his happy little head off as they walked in, halfway obscured by whatever the ******** he was hiding behind. He introduced the group to one another and Solas-chan - or whatever her ******** name was -- turned to look at him. While Paul didn't mind the praise, having it come from a tiny furball who gushed about his beefy arms made things a little more... awkward.

"Paul," he corrected gruffly as he took her hand, mindful not to shake too forcefully since she was a chick 'n all. More fragile and all that s**t.

Itacki's explanation as to why they were all there brought an ominous feeling onto the large man. More ominous than it probably should have, he reasoned. The table lacked playing cards. Hell, it lacked ******** Old Maid cards -- whatever game that the cat wanted to play, it was already over Paul's head.

When he took a step closer towards the seat that held the beer at (because like hell was he gonna eat any of the other food on the table if they didn't have alcohol to go along with it) and noticed the sheet of paper. The sheet of paper that had his name on it.

The sheet of paper that called him Paragon the Mighty under the bold printed words Dungeons and Dragons.

For the love of ******** s**t sure ain't any poker game," he mumbled to himself, resigned to pulling back the seat and taking his spot at whatever hellhole he'd just entered into.

Solas just quietly listened and watched everyone in the room. While she was assured they were all Order, she couldn't help but want to get a study and feel for them all...just to know. She also took inventory of the home and its layout while she was here. Black eyes were looking over past Paul when he brought up poker, and for a moment her heart ached. It'd only been a little more than a month, but the memory of a scoundrel of a cowboy with a love for poker hurt.

Nothing showed on her face though, as she focused back on the Guardian Neko.

"I'm in." She said. She could be here for hours, because isn't that what DnD campaigns were known for? But in light of the effort and thought Itsuki had put into this, and how considerate he was to everyone involved---how could she not?

"What do we address you by as we're playing, Itsuki?" The woman questioned, brow quirking, and was curious to hear the answer. While she had never played DnD...in this lifetime anyways, she was sure they'd be taught as they went---after all...Paul clearly would need the tutorial as well.

With two of Itsuki's favorite people deciding to stay and play a rousing game of make sure Paul gets enough beer Dungeons and Dragons, the little lilac point seemed to positively vibrate with excitement. "YOSH! Don't worry, Paul-sama, I stocked my subspace pocket with more wings in case you need them! Anyway, the story starts like this~"



Naturally, Itsuki had horribly drawn said town, which he had labeled Destinyburg. Upon the table was plopped a piece of paper with a cartoon town scrawled on it.



Zach leaned forward and poorly attempted to hide his laughter. "Uhh... Itsuki... I'm pretty sure the middle one is our bard, but I think you've mutated poor Paragon's arms and my head is like a triangle with a tongue that's, like, way too big--"

Itsuki puffed up at the indignation. "Zee-chan, I don't have thumbs! I had to tape the marker to my paw! Anyway, you can call me Dee Em-sama if you want~ But just my name is okay! In Dee-En-Dee, you say, I would like to investigate the treasure chest! and then you roll this die here--" With two paws, the lilac point held up the strangest-shaped dice of the pack each player got. "The higher the number, the more likely you are to succeed!"

Well, that seemed simple enough. Zach decided to go first. "Well, me and my triangular head are gonna go ask for directions, cuz we got an evil wizard to punch in the mouth. So uhh... I'm gonna.... go up to the nearest person and ask for directions. Maybe they know where this stereotypical wizard hideout is."

"Okay! Let's roll~"

Paul didn't think he'd be wanting more wings by the time this game got underway -- more like needed more beer to get through this crazy, confusing game.

When Itsuki presented the drawing and explained the story, Paul stared, dumbfounded. Solas and Zach seemed to find amusement in it, playing along with the cat and his instructions as they asked questions and rolled the dice.

The burly man kept staring at the little doodled version of himself, complete with gorilla-like arms hanging down from his sides. He didn't... he didn't really look like that did he? The beefy honcho crap was just because he had muscles but they didn't look ridiculous, did they?

He was going to have a ********' crisis on his hands and all because of some dumb drawing by some chatty catty.

Taking a swig of beer, he pushed away thoughts of his appearance and picked up the dice to play along, even to his own surprise.

"I wanna grab some beer to go with breakfast."