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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His coat ended up flying on top of Lata. She was beginning to wake up around that time and the extra warmth made her want to fall back asleep again. The fluffiness of the hood was just so soft…

Orion is humming a happy tune to himself, and bustles around his kitchen, grabbing things for breakfast. Making sure to grab some extra fruit, he got to work. Turns out the cat guy can make a mean crepe. Who would have guessed?

"What are you making?" Sam asked, leaning forward to press his face into the table

"Makin crepes. Sorta like pancakes, but thinner, and they have fillings, generally fruit." Orion doesn't pause in his cooking when he answers the question.

"Make me a lot," Sam says, and his stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly. He hadn't eaten in…gods knew how long

Lucy walked back over to the table, setting the cup of coffee and bottle of liquor on the surface. “Are you sure you want to drink this early?”

"Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last," Sam said, reaching for the coffee and chugging some of it before taking a sip of alcohol. "Thanks."

(Lmao)

Lucy shook her head slowly, sighing as she went back to the coffee maker to put herself a cup.

Sam sighed, staring into his coffee. "Is it normal to feel…empty? Is feeling empty after crying normal?"

Lucy glanced over her shoulder at him at the strange question. “Yes, sometimes. Have you never cried before or something?”

"It isn't something I do often, no," he said, downing more of the bourbon

“Understandable,” Lucy muttered, more to herself than anyone else. She took a seat at the table and crossed her legs, sipping the coffee.

(rip) Sam sat there quietly, drinking his coffee. He finished it before long and switched to the bourbon

Lucy tapped her foot on the floor as she drank her coffee, growing a tad bored. “Bet you can’t finish that whole thing,” she said in a level tone, picking at one of her nails.

Lata finally decided she couldn't sleep any longer, despite the comfiness of the blanket and jacket combined. Getting up, she wrapped the large trench coat around herself, letting it drag behind her as she walked.
"Sam, you aren't gonna get drunk, are you?" she asked, still half asleep. She was currently trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"It would take at least 6 more bottles to get me drunk, and that's if I chug them nonstop. High metabolism," Sam said as he chugged the bourbon in just a few seconds. He set the bottle down with a clink

(yEs)

Lucy’s brows raised in suprised. “I’m impressed,” she commented, finishing the rest of her coffee in a quick drink.

"Nothing impressing. Just the way I'm built." Sam got up, deciding he needed more coffee. He went to the machine and poked it, trying to figure out how to use it. "Um…A little help?" Cassiel, who had been trying to go back to sleep, finally stirred.

"Can I have tea?" he asked

“Now you want help?” Lucy asked, fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. God, she would do just about anything right then. She considered going to the orphanage to prove herself. She wanted to smack herself at that thought, she wouldn’t resort to violence.

Sam gave Lucy a look. He meant it to look annoyed or irritated, but it just looked sad. Cassiel slithered into the kitchen, looping himself into a chair. He seemed to be enjoying himself despite being covered in burns and scratches

Lucy sighed sharply and got up, setting her cup down. “Alright, alright,” She said, tempted to throw in a quick Damn you. He was lucky she was the sympathetic type. She motioned for him to watch as she poured water into the machine, then put coffee grounds in a filter, then slipped it into the basket. She slid the compartment back into its place and clicked the on button. “There, now give it a minute or so.”

"Okay." Sam stood there, watching the coffee machine. "Sorry for making you teach me how to use this thing," he muttered.

"Would one of you make me tea? I currently can't use magic and I don't have arms," Cas called, flapping his wings for emphasis. Sam sighed, muttering something as he got a cup and a tea bag down. It took him a few tries, but he managed to heat his hand up enough to warm the tea without having to figure out how to use the microwave. He set it next to Cas, who made a noise half between cooing and hissing as he said something to Sam in a foreign language. Sam rolled his eyes, saying something back, and Cas chuckled. His mask lifted up a little, and a large, needle-toothed mouth was visible as he bent down to drink the tea

Lucy exhaled slowly and forced a polite smile. “It’s fine, now you can do it on your own,” she said, walking back to the table. She picked up her mug and brought it to the sink, rolling up her sleeves as she began to wash it out. She chose to not acknowledge the strange noises/language. It wasn’t any of her buisness.

The coffee finished brewing, and Sam grabbed his cup and filled it again before sitting down next to Cassiel. "How are the others? How's the city?" he asked. Cas shrugged.

"A disaster, as was predicted. Gods are disappearing one by one, Lillith stole my rings and is using them to poach your citizens for sport, the coliseum has become a forced participation act, and the meltwood is growing stronger. At this rate Molhaven will be a dictator-run ruin before long. Unless, of course, we can restore you to power." Sam frowned.

"There's no way to do that, not now. You know that."

As Orion weaves around the table to get more ingredients, he puts just the right amount of honey in Cas's tea, pleasantly sweetening the herbal mix. Continuing to pile crepes onto an already overflowing plate, he summons a sprite to fetch him syrup from one of the maple trees outside. While the crepes are cooking, he begins to squeeze fresh lemons for lemonade, a favorite of his, and always tart.