forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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The soft, "Thank you, that would be appreciated. We have looked forward to kids for quite some time." As he says this he puts an arm around Lata's shoulders.

Lucy didn’t quite remember much after the roses. She knew Sam had brought her back to the cabin, but not how kind he had been. She hummed in response, seemingly ignoring what he told her to do, rubbing at her eyes. “Do you think there’s some pain medicine around here?”

The woman nodded and walked into a different section of the main office, sticking her head through a door and saying a few quiet words. An older man and woman walked out, maybe in their late forties or so. “How may we help you? Is there any particular gender or race you were considering?” The woman asked in a sickeningly sweet tone while her husband stood nearby, fiddling with a bandage that was on one of his palms, most likely having cut himself on the glass vase earlier when it was smashed.

Sam huffed, walking off to to the kitchen to rifle through the cupboards. He finally found a bottle of tylenol and chucked it at her from the kitchen. "Do what you will with that. Do you want food?" he asked

Orion's kind, "Nothing in particular actually, we were just wanting to look around, see if any of them caught our interest."

Lucy barely caught it, her reflexes a bit slower than they usually were. She popped open the cap, taking three of them. “That was you cooking in there? I thought Orion said no people in his kitchen.”

“Alright, follow me then,” The woman said, leading them through a door. “We have many kids here of all ranges,” she explained, walking into a large common room where some of the kids were sitting, doing various activities.

Looking around, Orion notes that many of the children appear to be scruffy and underfed. Nodding to the woman, he walks into the room, scanning for any telltale signs of accidental magic from the children.

“Illness has dropped majorly in this facility. There was a young woman who would come in and keep the sick children intertained. It’s funny, she hasn’t been around recently,” the woman said slowly, glancing around at all the children while her husband seemed uncomfortable.

"Orion can fight me," Sam grumbled

Lucy chuckled softly. “That’d be interesting to see. I wonder who would win..?” She said in a teasing tone, trailing off towards the end of her sentence in thought. “I’d say Orion,” she continued, simply to get on Sam’s nerves.

(K, see ya!) Sam scowled at her. "I would most certainly win child," he said. "Now do you want food or not?"

Lata seethed with anger, but kept her expression neutral. Damn you to hell, she thought towards the woman.

(Ah, quick response)

Lucy laughed softly to herself. “Mm, I’m not a child, Sam. And sure, just a bit,” she responded, laying back down slowly.

(I have such a sore throat, but it was worth laughing at.
I wanna draw angry noodle dad but I can't anatomy lately lmao)