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Amber: Smirks and continues walking. Interesting. Nice to meet you then, sir.

Amber: Takes the bowl. Thanks, Buddy. Gives a sisterly smile to Kek.

Kek: returns the smile hesitantly and munches what's left of his popcorn.

On’nyosh: Looks at Amber in confusion. Why the fuck do you keep calling me ‘sir’? And, what about you? Tell me about yourself.

Amber: Laughs. Well, because you said not to. Raises an eyebrow. What do you want to know?

On’nyosh: Snorts in amusement and rolls his eyes. Of course. Looks at her. Well, I gave three or four good details of myself to start out. How about the same from you?

Amber: Fine. Three. Not four. Crosses arms. My uncle used me as a lab rat when I was six, so I have these lovely ladies. *Strips of her leather jacket and stretches her magenta wings. I’m 23. And I’ve never met a man who wasn’t a pig.

On’nyosh: Shrugs. His eyes then widened, first in shock, then in fascination at her wings. Mhm… Why… That… That’s fucked. Fuck your uncle, but I do love the wings. They’re gorgeous. Hell, you’re gorgeous. But… um… I don’t have any defense for the ‘men are pigs’ thing. I’m a fucking tavern hound, and an asshole that routinely insults almost everyone I meet, so I can’t say shit about it. Snorts. And, I actually ran away from home when I was six, and I’m only fucking twenty! Laughs a bit. All I’ve ever really known is the road and the wilderness and the performances.

Sadie: Watches everything, amused

Dane returns, clearly hammered. His words are slurred, and he's incapable of walking straight. He clearly means to be a menace Hello, you motherfucking goat-footed lizards!

Sadie: Groans Oh god. . .

On’nyosh: Turns at the sight of Dane and laughs. Has the festivities started already? It’s difficult to tell if he’s asking a genuine question or mocking Dane.

(Dane returned. On'nyosh is here. Fun.)

Val: Watches everything in silence, and when Dane returns, she bursts into laughter Alright. You obviously won't remember anything in the morning. We can talk. Looks at On'nyosh and sighs

Dane: Grins Hey, kitten. Let's go play! I can give you a bit of excersise.

On’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow. I hope you’re referring to her, indicates Val. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a kitten. Looks at himself. I’m more bird, than feline. Shrugs and laughs. Besides, I am getting plenty of exercise right where I’m at.

Val: Snort laughs Um, that'll depend on whether or not you can speak in an understandable way. I ain't doing that until we've properly talked. Glares at On'nyosh And why would he be talking about you?

On’nyosh: Looks at Val and shrugs. How the fuck am I supposed to know? He’s talking, I’m talking, and you’re talking. It’s a full fucking conversation here. Besides, you missed your chance to call me a fucking chicken! Bursts into laughter.

Amber: Rolls her eyes. Oh God. This’ll be good. Sighs. Uh, I Don’t remember agreeing to any exercise.
Elijah: To Sadie. Dane’s not a pretty drunk is He?

On’nyosh: Casually glances back at Amber. I know. I was referring to ‘walking’ in this instance.

Amber: Huffs. Men. Her nostrils flare with steam, she’s clearly irritated.

On’nyosh: Confused. What? What did I do? Notices the steam and is momentarily fascinated by it. Quick question, are you related to dragons in any way? Or any other fire-based creatures? Seems genuinely curious.

Amber: Is taken aback by the concern in his voice. Oh. Shakes her head, her jagged hair tossing. Nothing. Eyes widen. Sighs. Forced injections of dragon DNA. My uncle’s gift to me.

On’nyosh: Is still confused, but unsure what to say now. He then nods. I kind of figured. I just really hope your fucking bastard of an uncle doesn’t know anyone by the name of Boromaxus. Namely… clears his throat… because Boromaxus is a really fucking big red dragon that only barely tolerates me. I honestly don’t know why he hasn’t eaten me yet, but that’s another tale for another time. Chuckles a little.

Amber: Smirks. Oh so not everyone likes you as much as your ego does? She bites her lip, clearly not enjoying discussing her uncle. She brushes a strand on her purple hair out of her face. No, the dragon DNA was frozen. He wasn’t even technically my uncle, just called him that. He was a biologist and archeologist. When he found it among the treasures of the Knights of the Round table he gave it to me. She laughs humorously. Technically, my mother was the revived Queen Guinevere. My father is Lancelot. She shakes her head and turns away. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.

On’nyosh: Snorts in amusement, then says dramatically, Of course, everyone likes me! Laughs for a moment, then composes himself. On a more serious note though, I do have just as many enemies as I do friends. Sighs. An occupational hazard unfortunately. He listens to her, noticing her discomfort. And, even though he didn’t recognize any of the names she said, he understood that there was significance to them and nodded. Well, whoever he was, uncle or not, he was still a bastard. No one should ever mistreat a woman, no one. He gently turns her back to him, gazing at her with tenderness and sincerity. He then softly says, And, I believe the only reason you would even be talking to me, is if you wanted to.

Amber: Swallows hard and shakes her head, purple and black hair tossing. Anyway! Pulls away and calls out to Kek. Kek! More popcorn?

Kek: Had been amusing himself by throwing and catching popcorn in his mouth. He tosses a handful of popcorn at Amber Sure. Come get it yourself. Also, this batch is way cheesier!

On’nyosh: Quietly sighs at Amber’s reaction, a hint of melancholy coming into his eyes as he retracted his hand. Amber… I understand that few men have treated you properly, but I assure you that I’m not that kind of man. I was born into a culture that practically worships women, and that has stuck with me my entire life. You can hold me, hug me, fuck me, and I will treat you like a queen. And, you can burst into tears, scream in rage, and beat me into a fucking pulp, and I will worship you all the more. All I ask in return, is just to spend some time with you, even if only a day. But, I will not force you to do any of it.

Amber: Tenses as he rmoves his hand. One… Swallows. One day? You just ask for one? Meets his eyes. I… I can do that.

On’nyosh: Nods. Just one day, yes. Gives her an appreciative smile. Thank you. Gently takes her hand and kisses the back of it. Now, what do you want to do during our day? I will follow your wishes.

Amber: Stares at their hands with wides eyes but doesn't pull away. Uh…

Ōn’nyosh: Smiles, then chuckles in amusement at her reaction. The first time I saw this, I was performing for some guy called a ‘King’. Never heard of a king before that day. But, there was a visiting merchant, and he comes up to this young woman, who I suppose was the king’s daughter, and he does this, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. It fascinated me, and I have been trying to introduce it to my homeworld since.

This is the name I mentioned in Wild And Free that I had forgotten the little fucking dash. Ōn’nyosh is probably laughing his ass off at me right now.

Amber: Smiles slowly at Ōn’nyosh. It makes you seem like the gentleman that you're not.