And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Saph may have to beg for some salmon. Smoked salmon is the best thing ever.

Mmm.

She hides her giggles, watching Yrael. If she were a cat, she'd be impatiently lashing her tail. C'mon! Flop, already!

[mogget_cat]

Yrael licks his fingers after dealing with the smoked salmon, mmmm, then pours himself another cup of tea.

His last one hadn't lasted long.

Good tea. He sits, breathing in the warm steam, looking content as he sips it slowly.

[azremodehar.livejournal.com]

Azy knows that hungry look when she sees it.

It's the one she gets with regard to cheese. Or cake.

Quietly, she offers a piece of the remaining fish; whether this will prove to be a GOOD IDEA or a BAD IDEA remains yet to be seen.

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Bless you, Azy!

This is a happy Saphling, enjoying the fish. Yum.

[mogget_cat]

Even in human-shape, Yrael's ears visibly perk. He sniffs the air, growing a bit more excited than he normally would be at his realization: SOMEONE has more fish!

He gets quickly to his feet, sniffing the air this way and that.

Mrrow?

[azremodehar.livejournal.com]

Azy spies this movement, and opens her mouth to utter an 'uh-oh...'

Fortunately, she's a gamer, and so rapidly shuts her mouth again.

But a quick tug on Saph's shirt, followed by a pointed finger and a 'what now?' expression ought to help.

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Saph is quite frozen by the fish-seeking missile. Er. Yrael.

In a desperate attempt to get rid of the evidence, she eats the last of fish, looking around for something to wash her hands with that will confuse the scent.

[mogget_cat]

In the back of Yrael's mind is the realization that he really should have noticed what kind of tea that was.

But the forefront of his mind is occupied by the realization that the fish smell is coming from this way!

And there's only one thing in this direction. A handy fort. It may be pounced upon with gusto.

Luckily for those minding the fort, he switches shape mid-pounce.

[azremodehar.livejournal.com]

...There is a not'cat.

There is also a high-pitched squeeing sound not unakin to "KITTY!" as Yrael is pounced upon himself, and viciously assaulted with scritches.

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Saph eeps as the couchfort comes tumbling down, but her eep turns into a giggle as Azy pounces the pouncer.

There may be tummyrubs from this quarter.

[mogget_cat]

Oof! Yrael takes being pounced with as much grace as he can muster. Which, at this point in time, isn't much. These people! There smell delicious! But they are giving scritches! So many scritches!

Delicious!
Scritches!
But they smell delicious!
But they're giving scritches!

And tummyrubs!

...Scritches wins.

Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[azremodehar.livejournal.com]

Azy smugs like a smug thing, and buries her face in soft not'cat fur.

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Saph giggles, watching him melt into a floppy, purring fur rug in Azy's arms.

He only shows that he's capable of movement, though, when she tickles a hindpaw. She grins evilly, watching him wiggle and laugh.

[azremodehar.livejournal.com]

It makes Azy giggle.

After a few more minutes of devoted scritching, she reaches into her pocket, and produces more salmon, offering a bite-sized piece to floppy rug.