"I was teasing Vladdy" he nudges him, "lighten up."

We have talked about this before. I'm not good at controlling my anger. *nudges in return*

"That is very true" he smiles, slipping past him.

He would proceed to poke said thread, cause it looked lonely.

Always lonely. *nudges* It's no surprise.

"The thread is lonely, no attention for it in days" he says.

*sigh* I would apologize for ignoring you, Cias, but I am not feeling the need. You got a friend or of the ordeal, after all.]

He kicks Vlad randomly in the caboost "be nice."

He raises an eyebrow, absently pruning his wings. "You say that as if you expected me to expect you to help me." He focuses on the dead feathers he's pulling out. "I hold no grudges against you. Apologies aren't needed."

*growls at Discord and smacks him in the back of the head* Don't do that. *inclines his head in Cias ' direction* I'm glad there's an understanding between us.

He shoots a spark of energy at Vlad's backside enough to shock him lightly, before he moved away to sit on a table. He pulls the sleeves of his sweater down over his arms more, crossing his legs.

*glares and frost coats his features suddenly* Don't. *cold sinks into Discord's chest and spreads quickly*

He pushes it away, reflecting Vlad's energy away back at him. "Same to you" he says.

Shuffles further away from the two and their energy tug-of-war.

*doesn't react to the cold, but his expression darkens* You started this one, boy. *steps past him and leaves a trail of frost on his arm*

He sighs, pulling his knees close. He wraps his arms around his legs, and rests his chin on his knees.

Finished with pruning, gathers the feathers and walks over to Discord, holding cupped hands over the other's head before letting the feathers fall from hands. "Probably not my place...but why the long face?"

His eyes slowly lift to the other, "it's.."

A sigh. Cias suddenly places his hands on Discord's cheeks and squishes them together, his expression unamused. "It's weird seeing you so down."

His eyes raise up to the other. His hands lightly reach up to press over the other's.

"...what." He blinks but doesn't move his hands, waiting for an answer to his not quite a question.

"Your hands are cold" he says simply.

"Oh." Still no move to remove his hands though. Rather, Cias seemed to be completely unbothered by just standing in front of Discord, squishing his cheeks together.

His eyes unmoving from the other's. He leans up suddenly, pressing a light kiss to his forhead. "I am glad that you are alright" he turns.

*nudges Sycom*
Since Friday is Valentine's Day we should have some kind of party. What do you think?