forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

Macha approached them before Lochlin could respond, her arms crossed.

Tyler turned to face her, startled a bit by her sudden appearance. “Oh, hey. Lochlin, this is Macha. Macha, Lochlin.” He said awkwardly.

“Mm,” she muttered, giving the stranger a hard look. “I expect you to obey my rules. Break one, and you’re out. You do your own laundry. Clean your own mess. No threats. No murdering anything. No shapeshifting to confuse me. And not a single foot in mine and Tyler’s room without permission. Also——I have a friend who sometimes stays with us. Sensitive past. Flirt with or touch her and you’re out on the street before you can blink.”

Tyler nodded along with her rules, taking their coffees and paying Rowan with a smile. He recoiled slightly when he handed Macha her coffee. “Is this straight caffeine?”

“Yeah,” she muttered distractedly, “Haven’t slept all week. Need sustenance.”

Lochlin raised an eyebrow at this, but nodded. “Fine, I agree.”

“You’ve been living off caffeine for the past week? That’s not good.” Tyler muttered to himself, shaking his head a little and paying no attention to Lochlin.

“It’s fine,” she muttered, “Let’s go?”

“Uh, Yeah..” Tyler brushed his hand against hers as they left, giving her the option of taking it if she wanted.

Macha gladly slipped her hand into his, taking a deep drink from her cup even as her expression contorted into one of disgust. “Bleurgh. So bitter.”

“That’s what you get for drinking it.” Tyler smiled over at her, offering his coffee to her.

She declined with a quiet chuckle, ignoring the eye roll Lochlin sent in their direction. “Oh, and Lochlin? You’re not allowed to use the oven or the stovetop without a supervisor.”

Tyler looked back at him and shrugged, still smiling.
He let go of Macha’s hand when they reached the house, walking in behind them. “Your room’s the second one on the left, upstairs, Lochlin.” Tyler told him, gesturing toward the stairs.

Morrigan emerged from the kitchen, glowering at the turquoise-haired newcomer and wielding a rubber-ended spatula. “Drop the illusion.”

“Hello to you too,” Lochlin muttered, wincing in pain as he forced his facial features to realign.

“Everyone calm down.” Tyler sighed, turning to Macha. “What were you working on when I came back?” He asked, trying to distract her if possible.

Macha groaned in response. "Project. Due in two days. Don't remind me."

"I'll try not to again then," he laughed a little, forgetting momentarily that there were other people in the room. Macha was the only one that really mattered at this moment.

(Would you mind taking control of Lochlin every once and a while? Sorry it’s just sort of awkward of me to be controlling Mach, Mor, and him, plus I think it’d be kind of cool to have Lochlin/Morrigan interactions?)

While Norrigan and Lochlin glared daggers at each other, Macha inclined her head to the stairs. “Let’s go up?”

(Would you mind taking control of Lochlin every once and a while? Sorry it’s just sort of awkward of me to be controlling Mach, Mor, and him, plus I think it’d be kind of cool to have Lochlin/Morrigan interactions?)

While Morrigan and Lochlin glared daggers at each other, Macha inclined her head to the stairs. “Let’s go up?”

(I’m back. And yeah I can :)

Tyler nodded and yanked Lochlin along with them, reviving a glare in return. “Stop acting like this is the worst thing ever.” Tyler muttered exasperatedly.

(Heyo!)

Morrigan scowled. “This is the worst thing ever. You’re harbouring a criminal. But let’s make one thing clear—the couch is my sleeping place. Crazy boy can find somewhere else.”

“We have a guest bedroom Morrigan. Why don’t you just move in there?” Tyler suggested, frowning slightly. Lochlin rolled his eyes and continued to glare at Morrigan. “I’d sleep anywhere just to get away from you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Morrigan snapped, “And sure, thank you, Tyler.” Her voice softened considerably when speaking to him.

Macha seized this opportunity to speak to Tyler. She can’t stay at her place, her father found her. Long story, but she’s been staying here while you were gone.

“No trouble, stay as long as you want.” He told her, glancing back at Macha with a little nod. “And Lochlin, you can stay down here.”

Morrigan gave a curt nod and turned towards the kitchen. “And paws off my Oreos!”

(listening to carry on my wayward son :)
(and Into my Arms cause it's the song that Baz and Simon danced to :''''(
"Won't be a problem." Lochlin muttered, sitting down in a chair with a huff. Tyler turned back to Macha with a sigh. "Do you think they'll kill each other if we go upstairs?" He asked quietly.

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“Probably,” Macha laughed, “No harm done. Up we go.”

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Tyler laughed softly and slipped his hand into hers as they made their way upstairs. "What have you done, while I've been gone?"