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"No no, Fumizuki. We've been pranking each other before you were born."

He grinned "lemme make up some snacks. What would you like?"

Fumizuki thinks for a moment, and then answers. "Shortbread chocolate chip cookies, pwease."

"Sure thing"


He went into the kitchen to start making up the cookies for Drael and Fumizuki

"Hah. Family."

How adorable.

Apollo sat there bored. "Something to do. Something to do." She kept repeating quietly to herself, reading a book.

Apollo looked up then sighed. She flipped the page in her book then looked back down, reading it.

"There is actually quite a lot to do here, simply stop being a deva and have everyone do more than read a damn book...."

A small, sort chirp of a laugh broke through her lips. She looked at Tristan. "Like what-?"

"Not my job to tell you, I got stuff to do on my own. Just... **** around and find out, I suppose..."

She laughed then back-rolled off the chair into a handstand. She elegantly turned back and landed on her feet, hands up in the air. She lowered her hands to her side then walked over to the kitchen to find something to do.

Belfast was sitting outside on the ground. Her long white hair blew in the soft breeze, going somewhat into her face. She blew the hair out of her eyes. She blinked and sighed. Her dull black eyes scanned the horizon. She just sat there, now looking down at the ground, back against a tree. She was just like a doll.

"I suppose having something to do is better than nothing to do."

Matt then claps while laughing. "Nice comeback, dude- Nice hella comeback!"

Natasha takes to the dance floor she had been uncovering as she would tend to mopping and cleaning the wooden floor. Music flows in her mind, manipulating her form to dance. She twirls and steps, fluid and graceful.

Belfast just sat there, playing poker with Alice.

Alice put a card down, looking right at Bel while she just put down the winning card.

Belfast blinked, looking down at the card. "Ah-- I lost."

Belfast was sitting next to Apollo. They were talking quietly:
"Have any interests?" Apollo asked, tilting her head.
Apollo's long white hair mingled together with Belfast's grey hair. Belfast was in her Chieftain Form, which meant that she was stronger in this form. She tilted her head, bored of this conversation already. She didn't seem to care about Apollo as much as Apollo seemed to care for Belfast.
"Not many." Belfast answered, looking right at Apollo with grey-black eyes that seemed to see everything in this world. She was much more powerful than the average mortals, not as a God, but not human strength. She had a presence of lawfulness in her that was sprouting throughout the room that they were confined in. She sighed, looking up at Apollo with her grey eyes that narrowed ever so.
"How weird. I didn't think of you as much of the interesting type myself. You look like someone who is fascinated by death, blood, and gore." Apollo giggled softly, malice full in her voice, her tone evil, with a little intent to evil business.
"How is it? Not everyone is as psychopathic as you are, Darling." Belfast retorted, looking right at Apollo with grey eyes. Suddenly Belfast's eyes turned blood-red. She was in her Centurion Form. The presence and aura radiating around her turned even stronger, baring upon Apollo's God-like aura that was turning the room into shadow without anyone noticing or even giving a hint of it. She sighed, reaching her right hand up in front of her face then curled her fingers into a fist. She curled her fists slowly into an open palm. She put her palm upright on the table, seeming to think or ponder about something,
Apollo huffed a sigh, retiring from the conversation.

Howdy howdy everyone