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sherry: she put up a fake tree it smells like plastic]]

( D= YOU'RE SURROUNDED BY TREES! YOU CAN'T CUT ONE DOWN!? xDDD )

((Wow, guys, really? And can someone answer me?))

( NOTHING HAPPENED. NOTHING EVER HAPPENS. Nothing important anyways. )

( Don't get so upset when we don't respond. xD )

Ti shivered and huffed as he walked up to the heavy wooden doors. A snow-covered Dalcha shook her fur and barked, looking up at him. "I'm getting there! Hold on!" He said as he forced his stiff joints to move up the stairs. He used a numb hand to push open the big door, almost falling as Dalcha rushed past him, running in circles on the rug. "Watch it you damn moose!" He grumbled as he closed the door behind him, shivering. "I hate winter, I hate snow, I hate the cold!" He said as he looked around. No one was in sight and the fireplace was cold. He sighed and tapped his feet to the floor, knocking off some of the snow. He unbuttoned his coat and unsheathed his long blade, leaning it against the wall before moving to the other side of the room to light the fire.

"What was the point in that?" Dante muttered from the bar. Little Dante with a big bottle in hand, that is. He had a bit of blush on his face from the drinks, but he still was competent. "You should keep your sword in the sheath. Leaving it so far away from you is just stupid." Why take the sword out of the sheath anyways? It's sharp. Stupid people will fall on it and kill themselves. People really needed to learn how to take care of their shit.

((it's more of a strap than a sheath, really.))

Ti rolled his eyes as he looked to see a small- and drunk- Dante. "I have five other blades on me as we speak. And why would I use a long blade in a building like this anyways?" He said as he finally got the fire lit. He walked over to Dante, pulling off his coat and scarf. He tossed them to an empty chair and made his way to the other side of the bar. He reached down into one of his many pockets and pulled out a small bottle with a green cap. "What's got you this down, ne?" He asked as he grabbed a shot glass.

"What's wrong with a long blade here? The roof's fucking tall enough to swing a spear around..." He muttered irritably before sipping straight from the bottle. This was his bottle. No, he didn't buy i. He just claimed it. It sanitized itself anyways, didn't it? Well, it'd be hiding in his room tonight anyways!

He sighed and lowered his head a bit before Ti asked him about his 'down' ness. "Ever try to keep a schedule and suddenly have it half? Fucking sucks. Fifteen minutes isn't long enough..." He muttered. Well, he understood it. He doubted Ti would get it at all. It pissed him off, though! No matter how many times they'd tried, unless Gabe became a pedo, he'd never be able to get off!

(( I feel so bad for that man....))

Ti raised an eyebrow at the irritated "child" as he poured half a shot of the potent liquor. He let Dante rant as he slammed back the shot, hissing through his teeth at the burning in his throat. He closed his eyes and relished the taste and feel of it as he let Dante grumble. "I can't say I can share sympathies with you, but I can sit and share a drink." He said as he leaned against the bartop, his body warming up slowly. A small noise came from Dalcha, over by the fire. She rolled onto her back and sighed contently. 'What I wouldn't give for a life like yours...' He thought bitterly as he poured another half shot.

Dante looked to the man again before crossing his arms and laying his head down, the bottle laying still between his legs. "What ever happened to that horned freak? My sis said he'd spend his days searching for some kind of counter curse. Now I haven't seen hide or tail or the fucker or his weird furry thing." He stopped for a moment before looking to Ti again. "Where were you anyways? Always gone."

Ti shrugged and thought back to Talianda, he left with Janu, He knew than much. He slammed down the strong liquor and nearly coughed as Dante asked about his disappearances. He closed his eyes as the pain in his throat passed and looked to Dante, his eyes flickering to gold. "I have an occupation that requires me to travel a bit." He said, hoping the vague answer was enough.

"Eh? So do I. Tell me more." He said simply with a sly grin. "Sly answers only make me think for the worst. Common~ Teeeell meeee~" He reached down and pulled the bottle of Gin up with both hands before sipping from it. Gin... Vodka... both were mixes for cocktails, but Gin wasn't used as often as the lighter, sweeter counterpart. In fact... Uriel always drank Vodka straight out of the bottle, didn't he? Dante never really liked Gin, but...

He looked down at the bottle, falling dead silent for a long time as he remembered the man. Damn, he hated this. Uriel had left him. It hurt more than a shotgun spread shot shrapnel to the gut. All the stinging little pieces of metal digging in couldn't compare at all!

He sighed an looked up at Ti, a bit taken aback at first. He couldn't help it, his mind had wandered, and there before him he saw the long black haired vampire; young, stuborn, and sweeter than any, but yet excruciatingly jealous and controlling. Hell, he went to Italy just to find Dante once. Bastard dragged him all the way back too. And for what? To disappear for another three months?

He felt his thumbs force forward suddenly as glass shattered. It was just the neck of the bottle, and he couldn't feel the pain really, but he knew the liquor was no good now. "Damn..." He muttered, placing the bottle on the counter. He looked to the blood on the bottle, then to his hands. What a fuck up.

((just gonna say he was sleeping n all))

Oni woke up and curled up in the blankets. At least he was warm and he had managed to stay alone all night, even if he had cried the entire time. He pulled on the link he shared with Ti and said via mind, "Are you down stairs?" He didn't want to get out of bed if no one was up. Being alone in his room was better than being alone downstairs.

[[i guess gabe got ditched, whatever.]]

Gabriel

Gabriel woke up, blinking his eyes open sleepily as they adjusted to the light. He sighed as he saw Dante had already gotten up and left him in bed. He wondered if he was still a child or if he had changed. It was no matter..he couldnt do anything anyway...Rolling over onto his side he clutched his pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

Ti gave him a look as the boy pestered him. He poured another half shot as Dante picked up his Gin, taking another sip. It was kinda cute. Ti gave a small smile, but it fell as the boy looked to him strangely. Ti kept silent as the boy got lost in thought, his grip on the glass getting tighter. He reached out a hand, but quickly withdrew it as the glass shattered under Dante's small hands. "Oro!" He said in surprise, staring at the mess, his eyes flashing gold. He shook his head and reached below the bar for the towels, Oni's voice calling to him as he did. "I'm back home. How are you doing?" He responded, his voice a little fuzzy and distant due to the strong drink.

Oni could tell the response was a bit weird but it didn't really phase him. He was just so happy that Ti was here and awake. He sent back, "I'm . . okay. I'm coming downstairs to see you okay." With that Oni got up and got dressed. He put on one of Lukas' sweaters for comfort even though it hung off of him. He ran down the stairs and saw both Ti and Dante.

"Good morning Dante. Morning Ti," he said to them with a little smile. He walked over and hug Ti, not letting go.

Dante shook he head, trying to clear his head. "Sorry. Unpleasant memories." He held his hands up like a doctor so that the blood would drip down his arms rather than onto the floor before hopping down from the stool. He stumbled, his head spinning quite a bit until he finally caught himself. "Heh... sorry. This must suck smelling it all the time. I'll go dunk my hands in snow or something..." He muttered before wandering towards the front door. Well, he thought he was walking straight, but hardly. He was just about everywhere.

Ti patted Oni on the head before taking the boy's arms off him. "Sorry,Oni, let me help clean this up real quick, ok?" He turned to see Dante hopping off his stool and stumbling. He shook his head and started to mop up the blood from the counter, tossing the pieces of glass into the bin below the bar. "You aren't going anywhere until I've looked at those cuts, Dante. Get your drunk little ass back here." He said semi-sternly, rinsing off the towel to wash the counter more.

"I'm a fairy. I can do what I want!" He called back before looing up at the door handles. Wait... damn. He looked to his bloody hands with a frown. It looked worse that it actually was, mainly because the alcohol was fucking with his mind. It wasn't that back. Four or five pieces had stuck into his hand and only one was really bleeding badly. It still probably reeked to the vampire.

But... anyways... how to open this door...?

Oni let go and took in the scene. "W-What happened Ti?" he asked. Dante was hurt? He rushed over to Dante and put a hand on his shoulder. "Y-you're bleeding?!" he exclaimed. He was getting a little scared now. "What happened?" he asked again worried about his friend. "I can go get stuff to help fix it," he said trying to be helpful and since he knew where the kits were.

Ti tossed the towel-turned-rag into the sink and walked over to the stubborn boy with long strides. "I said get back here! You're bleeding everywhere still." He said as he picked the boy up with one arm about his little torso. Ti started back to the bar, his head spinning a bit as he liquor he had was taking a bit more effect. "Thanks Oni, get the kit and more rags, ok?" He said as he set Dante down on the now clean counter.

"Ah-!" Dante felt himself lift off, weightless except for that annoying pressure on his tummy. He groaned and went limp, a pout plastered on his face. "I hate you..." He muttered weakly. He hated being picked up, especially in public. At least... by everyone but Gabe. And this wasn't Gabe!

The next thing he knew he was on the counter. He looked up at Ti before reaching up and scratching his cheek, hardly even noticing the blood that now streaked his cheek. "You don't have to care so much..."

Oni hurried and grabbed the towels and a kit so Ti could fix up Dante. Once he had everything he rushed back to them and held onto them until asked. He looked at Ti and said softly, "Will he be okay? How did he get hurt?" He watched the two carefully.

Ti sighed as he grabbed a hand to look at the wounds, "You're human. Humans need injuries treated or they can die." He said simply as Oni came running back in. "It was just an accident, he'll be alright." He said to the worried boy as he glanced to the bottle of Gin. There was blood in it and it smelled good, damnit. Ti shook his head and let go of Dante's wrist, opening the kit. "Can you get a bowl of warm water for me, Oni?" He asked as he laid out a towel and grabbed the tweezers. He grasped Dante's wrist again before he could try to get away again and looked closely at the cuts, starting to pull out the bigger pieces.

Oni replied, "Okay." He was still worried but did as he was told and went into the kitchen. He got a bowl and put warm water in it. Once he was done he took it back to Ti and set it down. He stood near by to watch but stayed out of they way so Ti could fix up Dante.

Hito smelled the blood and walked down the stairs. He stood off a bit and stayed further back but kept a close eye on Tidus. He was observing his student and how this was effecting him. It was a good opportunity to see how well or off Tidus' control really was.