One Night, At A Bar

Well thank you! I probably would've figured that out if I tried to read more than 3-4 lines, previously, but oh well. I think I was tired when I last replied. Also, Xiao, simply because I'm male doesn't mean that I can't 1) prioritize 2) multitask.

 

Apparently your sense of self-preservation is shot to shit though.

Paint Bombs

I couldn’t resist, and I feel no shame.

Briony tossed the crimson orb from hand to hand, making it dance across her fingers and smiling at the twitch rapidly developing in Michael’s eyebrow.

“If she blows us to kingdom come, I want everyone to know that I called it,” he said, warily following the alchemic bomb as she tossed it in a high arc, just barely catching it.

“Don’t worry, she won’t blow us up,” Pavel said, smiling at Michael’s discomfort. “Well, she won’t blow me up, and I’m sure that Darian is safe… You might want to find something to hide behind.”

Darian let out a low chuckle, and ducked easily under Michael’s attempted smack to the back of the head.

“Sure, let’s all pick on the guy with the sense of self-preservation, that’s just bloody charming…”

“I won’t blow us up,” Brin said softly, smiling. She twisted her wrist and the bomb went dancing across the back of her hand.

“Prove it!” Michael snapped, and suddenly went white. “Oh crap.”

Brin threw the bomb at him.

A few moments later, everyone dared to open their eyes. Brin had fallen off her seat and was rolling around on the floor, laughing so hard that she was having trouble breathing. A second later Pavel joined her, his face crimson and his shoulders shaking with mirth. Darian was chuckling again, the closest he ever got to outright laughter.

Michael wiped some of the red paint from his face with his hands. “Really funny, Brin,” he said, his face deadpan. “I’m laughing so hard I might hurt myself. Ow, my ribs.”

Naturally, this response only made them laugh harder. “You are such children.” Michael cast a simple water spell on himself… and blinked as the spell fizzled. “What the hell?”

“It’s magic paint!” Brin managed between giggles. “It absorbs all water magic aimed at it! You’ll have to wash it off by hand!”

Michael spluttered in rage, quite possibly turning red. Of course, it was hard to tell under all the paint…

Pavel finally managed to calm down enough to get to his feet, helping Brin up. He went to slap Michael’s shoulder, and stopped at the last moment. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy,” he said with a smirk.

Pavel staggered out, followed by Brin. Michael looked at his ruined clothing in disgust, then raised an eyebrow at Darian.

“Wanna help me wash it off?” he asked suggestively.

“You couldn’t afford me,” Darian said, leaving.

I REGRET NOTHING!

 

Very nice, Xiao. And no, I've no sense of self preservation.

 

I'm noticing a distinct tendancy on Michael's part to hit on ANYONE, regardless of gender. He seems to especially like hitting on Darian, now that Brin is firmly off limits.

Kinda like Captain Kirk mixed with Sulu.

 

*blink*blink*
That, actually, seems to fit perfectly.

And as far as all the other stuff,
Polyamory aside..
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My Xiao!woof

 

Yay! Puppy to the rescue!

*dives behind the growling doggy*

 

*Takes a sip of purest whiskey and breaks the observe-only role he's had thus far.*

The lack of desire for doggy teeth being sunk into my flesh would be the reason I'd always choose staying neutral on this kind of subject. I'm more than happy to watch other people running around with a dog latched onto their arm thiygh*. As if Xiao isn't dangerous enough alone!

*This was meant to say 'though.' I left it in on account of it being a quality typo.

 

Hee hee. Interesting typo.

Must write more shorts. Must get more Brin out of my mind. Must watch Brin and Pavel being cute. Cute is necessary...

*twitch*