Post by Catcher Reeves on Sept 28, 2021 17:15:19 GMT -5
Snow had been the closest guess. Claude’s face was giving it away as he had raised the eyebrow, intently searching for a continuation. Catcher didn’t give him another response, feeling that he would spoil it when he could just channel that surprise into the actual time he wore the costume. There was an odd glimmer in Claude’s eyes that seemed like this was a planned highlight and he wondered if it was because his usual wardrobe was never that soft and flouncy; pretty as his unicorn garb. It was one time, even if he liked costumes and no one could tell; even when he was terrible at choosing or coming up with them. When they were presented, he was hiding himself behind it so he could feel like someone else for a change and though he couldn’t say it, he wanted to tell Claude in jest that all the bracelets, rings, leather and tight pants was just so people would think he was cool but the thought itself made him want to laugh and he didn’t think he could say it all with a straight enough face right then. He had a penchant for those things, he would never be able to fool anyone and Claude would have laughed too. On occasion he believed Claude was messing with him, dressed like a leather clad biker when the vampire had never been a fan of motorcycles; giving him more information would only repeat that brotherly mocking.
It confused him that suddenly there was respect for privacy, and he had squinted at Claude, judging that he gave Feather special treatment because she was scaring him. Meanwhile, he had to be watched in his sleep and he had woken up next to Natasha with Claude standing there like a proud father. There was something warm and fuzzy about when Claude thought things were sweet and his relationship with her was one of those subjects, enough that the vampire would make a certain exaggerated expression of all that was heartfelt, digging out all Catcher’s shyness to his embarrassment. It was probably because the man couldn’t cry, couldn’t actually have a beating heart so even pain seemed valuable but he assumed this was what having family should feel like. Over time he adjusted to it, all the shock, scrambling and the blushing devolved into messy eye rubbing, head scratching and normalised morning conversation enough he had told Natasha to get used to it eventhough she never will.
”No, I don’t think so. Everyone knows everyone but I don’t tell them most things so you won’t be more of a surprise than if it were someone else.”He would just tell everyone who needed to know, when Claude signed in at the academy, that he was his relative. The truth was, he didn’t really have many friends there and he deliberately kept it that way to simplify morale. There was a lot to compete for, rank to fight for and it was difficult to balance his placid side and competitive edge. Part of him was accepting his strict daily routine with chagrin and he was often unfocused on mail days. On the odd occasion they were allowed weekend passes, he felt like a different person the moment he took off the uniform. ”Actually, some guys would appreciate a handsome man showing up.” It seemed everyone was so caught up with the idea of alluring hot girls visiting, they forgot that some of the male attention was divided on that. It was low key but he had figured out some of his classmates shared secret relationships though none solicited openly and others turned a blind eye. There were female cadets, they just weren’t allowed to fraternize and slept in a different building; the minimal interactions making them unappealingly out of reach. Out of sight and out of mind may have been the intended credence. ”Yea the statue might cry for me... I’ll just ask nicely.” He may as well take it that Claude wanted those tears no matter what, and sing Evita Peron’s patriotism to Argentina, ironically telling it not to cry only to move it to weep.
”Ghosts might be envious of you...”Claude was like the spirits but with a physical body; one he never had to fear about damaging again, not dying the same way he may have done in order to turn.”We should do the hang man idea.” Gesticulating at Claude with three fingers, he concluded their conversation without much space for Rafael to ask questions, almost sealing the deal that ‘uncle’ Claude should visit. It would be a great prank, one that wasn’t juvenile but actually nerve wracking; he liked the trolling so much they could’ve created a whole persona in disguise. Allowing people to think one thing when he was another was his occasional way of pulling society's leg.
When Rafael accepted his offer, it was a strange relief. The beginning of his words seemed conflicted but the end was what mattered. Catcher had looked at him with a dull glance, his lips pinched tightly in a speculative way, nodding in approval as he had leaned against the door to re-enter the house. He would tell him the plan later, hearing half the things Veronica was saying and knowing it was going to enrage the man; Rafael had nothing to worry about once he hashed it all out with Seth. It seemed like he didn’t even care whether his idea would fall in line with the motive; so sure that it was going to go well, so certain it was exactly what they should all do like the future was theirs for the taking. When the motivation became Veronica, he had always been brazen and a slice of him didn’t understand why he couldn’t be that brash with Natasha. As he had left, he gave Claude and Rafael a few bemused glances, understanding they’d be speaking again out of Veronica’s earshot. He hadn’t said anything more, mentally noting that someone would be delivering all the food shortly.
With a click, he shut off the hairdryer as he heard a muted voice talking from the room adjacent. All he noted was armadillo and Cloud, causing his eyes to wander around the bathroom, increasingly perplexed. He turned the hot air back on until the opposite door opened and Natasha walked in as if she was annoyed he was there. She quickly answered the questions circling his mind about the dead animal, presumably a vintage taxidermy. It all happened so fast, she was a woman with a purpose and as she watched him, he blinked innocently before glancing at the back of her skirt which was ruffled and flaring up as she washed her hands. Retracting the wire of the blower, he put it back in a basket on the shelf where extra towels were folded, allowing himself time to give a legitimate answer that didn’t include sliding a hand under it to mock her by checking how short it was with a suggestive touch. Limiting himself was something she never considered extremely uncomfortable and he took a deep breath and sighed. ”It’s not much shorter than your cheer skirt…” He played off the honesty with a slight shrug and sweet smile, gaze almost apologetic she was going to have to accept that it rode up when she bent. It had been years since he had seen that pleated flashing thing and now she would know it was unforgettable. ”But… you look great… stop fussing.”
He leaned over, passing her so naturally it seemed he wanted to hold her but he only reached to take the rum bottle. Never taking his eyes off her face, he was waiting for her to stop being so stiff and trying to lighten up. Her tone was giving away her insecurity about the length and he didn’t comprehend how because the last time she had asked him about a costume, it was when she dressed as a whip wielding dominatrix and now that was all he could think of for the minute. Unscrewing the cap that hadn’t been tightened, he drank from the bottle as she finished up at the sink before taking her hand, lifting it to make her do the delighted spin he had noticed she often did to show her outfit. The puffed skirted costume with its faux fur and bright colours, multiple textiles that fit cinching her body was very becoming, fluffing out as she moved. It was nostalgic like the time at the bleachers where she confided she had become a cheerleader, but he felt in his gut the same deja vu as stepping into prom again. This time their cinematic backdrop fell apart as soon as her twirl ended and he frowned a deadening seriousness as he looked away and wiped his face with his free hand to clear the grim emotion.
The party host had made her a dazzling elf and he should’ve wanted to laugh that she was to be Santa’s little helper while it was clear who Santa would be. There was something in his heart that couldn’t prolong the scene and he grew aware he had to make more effort to avoid what was bothering him. Even the compliment seemed less inspired, coming nothing close to how he would’ve told her she was so beautiful between kissing her and showing her she was desirable in ways that clearly meant he still wanted her. ”You fell on a dead armadillo? It must be Feather’s... She’ll probably put it away later but… my, my little clutz… be careful.” Trying to reassure her, he recalled Andrea’s pet from the time in the vineyard, suddenly remembering they should’ve gone there since Natasha had never been. It may have been a memory just for him and Veronica but he understood well enough she had wanted to know why she missed out. She didn’t seem to be in a joking mood but he taunted her, dragging out the comment with an eccentric polished suave attitude before taking his leave. ”I’m gonna...” He was going to duck out of the bathroom to change, shiftily backing to the door into his room smirking while releasing her with the same gentle squeeze he had a habit of doing to her smooth hand. Placing the bottle in her grasp, he eyed the level it was at to record how much of it she might down. Only past the door frame did he turn around and walk to the bed properly, picking up the containers of glitter along the way, idling her to her own device.
There were different iridescent shades, tiny flecks that would take him a tedious shower to get rid of, bottled. The sparkling powder was finer than the chocolate that puffed his head, impossible to clean easily. He picked up the white fuzzy sweater hemmed with clear mirror beading of gems that made a snowflake pattern and he realised what he was, grinning his woes away as he put on the matching pants too. The outfit uncannily reflected his outrageous bananarama party costume as he pinched up a headband crown like the floral horn he had worn and stuck it to his head. It was silver and spiked out in a crescent of half a snowflake, synonymously tying the whole style together because the white that made him equally a snowball. Like a Claudemas version of the statue of liberty, he grabbed all the jars of glitter and went to the balcony handrail outside his room, fidgeting with his hair through the combed teeth of the accessory.
As Cloud was mopping with futile efforts, he jumped down several steps at a time to find a spot to be messy, grabbing Candela’s arm as he walked by her. There was already a wreck by the kitchen and he stabilized her lightly by the shoulders, maneuvering her with familiarity. She was like a breeze that followed, and he bit his lip thinking over how random this was going to sound. ”I… need you to throw this all over me.” Catcher held out four different coloured sprinkles of glitter to her, popping off the plastic lid and handing it over like shot glasses with care. They were silver and gold, pale blue and white to make him an aurora of winter. ”Toss it… I’ll close my eyes.” He braced himself but peeked at her with one eye open, enticing her to giggle because he knew he looked crazy being the only person with their festive costume on, about to shine like a disco ball after she rained the decorative dust. With the snowflake coronet on his head, a glinting mirror in the firelight as he stopped preparing and stared at her for her to react, he delivered her a message before he forgot. ”Claude said food is coming soon. He took care of it.” It hinted he had told her so, but he appeared to be making faces at her as he waited, flinching so his eyelids tremor and scrunching his nose for a flurry or waves of glitter that would pour into every crevice and pore.
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2021 17:36:53 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Sept 29, 2021 9:31:07 GMT -5
She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she was sort of happy it was Catcher she had walked in on using the hair dry in the bathroom. For a room that had only a small window it was well lit by fancy light fixtures that hang from the ceiling. She looked at herself in the mirror quickly making sure being outside didn't ruin her makeup, her hair was a bit out of place but she would just brush it before she headed back down stairs . It wasn't her main focus right now nor was washing her hands. He had taken her attention with one glance. She didn't really understand what he was doing with the blow dryer because his hair wasn't wet or anything. She almost wished she had caught him doing something more like getting dressed or showering. His guard would have been down and she would have swooped in in the opportunity to press up against his bare skin and remind him of a time they had last done something similar. She could still see clearly in her mind him standing in the dark ocean waters glistening in the light of the moon illuminating his features. That night she had looked into his eyes and felt his fingers gasp her bare sides and she didn't want him to let go. If it wasn't for Seth a s Veronica being there she could have seen herself continuing on with him for a while.Just as that ended with Veronica screaming, so was what they had with Catch because of Evan advancing on her. She wished she could go back to that moment a punch Evan in his stupid face for ruining thing. She was keeping everything bottled up making her mood be affected by it all. She just hoped the rum would lose her mind, allowing her to enjoy the now and forget about her problems for a while.
She wouldn't have shown much insecurity about the length of her skirt but she was in want she would call a provocative elf costume that she was worried made her look almost too sexualized which was a lot seeing she was a dominatrix at the treehouse party. This costume wouldn't have been her first choice and for some reason Claude had picked it for her. I must have been because the boys almost constantly said she reminded them of a pixie. There were no pixies at the north pole so he must have picked out what the thought was the closest thing. Hearing her cheer skit mentioned she widened her eyes a little. She had remembered showing off her uniform but was surprised that he had paid enough attention to know how long it might have been. Those days he was more focused on Veronica and she didn't even think she was a thought. "I guess it's not too bad then and with everyone having costumes on, maybe no one will notice me too much." She rinsed the thick layer of soap off her fingers and turned off the water, rubbing her hands dry on a decorative towel hanging near the counter.
His smile made her face a nice shade of red but the could have easily been the rum finally being to do its job. It was nice to hear him say she looked good. He had complimented her in this way so many times now but each felt as special as the last. She began to wonder when the last time she had told him the same. It was very rare and almost felt bad she had never told him how she loved how his hair used to fall in front of his face. I gave her a reason to move closer and touch him, now his hair was shorter and she couldn't use his unkempt mop as an excuse to pull her closer to him. He had moved in and her heart stopped for a second, she thought he was going to wrap his arms around her but instead he moved right past taking her bottle off the the counter and took a drink for himself. When he had taken her hand into his she spun around like she often did when she was showing off an outfit. She could never remember when she had started this, but it was one thing that had stuck with her for over the years. She almost felt it now to be childish but for him she spun around like a ballerina in a music box.
Coming to a stop, she looked over at him to see his reaction and seeing him turn away made her mood drop again. She might have been overthinking this action but felt as though he was pulling away. She looked down towards her feet and played with the little bolt charm between her fingers. For a moment she saw a glimmer for them, a way to get him to see how great it felt when they were both so close but she had stolen that away. She thought what they had when they were together was wonderful but were they even really together. That was the only reason she let things with Evan get so far. They had never seriously had a talk and decided on what they were. She had told him that he had her. Last time she had told someone something similar she had been with Quil. She had no choice but that connection she had with him wasn't one she controlled. Now that she didn't have that invisible tie keeping her under control, and she didn't know if her heart or head really knew what it wanted. Her heart often told Catch was the one where her head misguided her because she liked that Evan was always there.
She never thought that being apart from him would mess with her head so much. Still he was the one she wrote about in her diary, wishing she could be the moon out his window so she could just see a glimpse of him every evening before she closed her eyes. She had his picture but wasn't how he was now, nor how he was the night before. She almost wished that they had defined beginning and end, because if this was the end of them she could eventually be alright. If she really knew things were over she wouldn't have been torturing with her presence, but she wasn't just going just to give up, she would put up a fight even if it took a few little moments at a time to notice he was the one who meant more to her. If she could just come out and tell him how she really felt about everything it might solve all of the problems. For now all they had to talk about was her falling on the armadillo, something superficial nothing deeper than a little puddles Cloud had left all over the house.
"Sure did, alive they are weird looking enough but dead, they are even more creepy." It didn't cross her mind that the little stuffed animal belonged to Feather. She did have an odd collection and like for strange animal post death preparations. She had sort of felt bad for blaming Cloud now but the whole thing had him written all over it like he had found it under a bed somewhere and wanted to freak her out. It wasn't the part that would keep her holding on to hope it was him calling her his little klutz and The glimmer was back again with the gentle squeeze of her hand before he had let go. "I'll try no garnenetee, especially with this."She took the rum bottle in her hands and watched him walk back out of the room. She took a sip as soon as he departed and ran her hands through her hair deciding to fix it this way rather than bush it out completely it would just get messier as the night went on.
She left the bathroom feeling a little more light hearted as there was less of a reason to feel so moody. Things between them weren't bad, just a little different right now. Heading down the stairs rum bottle in hand she was going to help out with the decorations but she could see more was going in the kitchen and would be a well needed distraction. Had walked in on something strange as Raf was standing there with brownies smudge on his face and cumbs all in his beard. " You are supposed to open your mouth, you know. Can't get high just by spreading it all over your face." With this she walked away to the bar and poured a bunch of rum into a glass and added a few ice cubes. The colder it was the easier it was to swallow down. In no time this would be a real party even if it was one of her own making and she was going to have some fun. Pulling her phone out from between her breasts she connected her phone by Bluetooth to the speakers and put on some classic rock. Welcome To The Jungle began to play over the speaker as she continued sort of watching what was going on with the kitchen, ultimately deciding to down part of the glass and open the box which said tinsel started throwing it all over the tree in handfuls. If she didn't help how she might not be In any state to later.
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2021 13:56:11 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Candela Steele on Oct 1, 2021 8:47:45 GMT -5
A faint commotion had turned into full blown commotion ever since Rafael and Natasha came back. Candela heard bits and pieces of Rafael, Claude and Catcher’s conversation and she practically gagged. Candela knew Veronica enough to know that she loves gestures, heck every girl loves gestures from person that’s trying to win them over. She pictured everyone helping Rafael bu putting on some sort of a show for Veronica. What would’ve been more hilarious is Veronica throwing something at them or walking away with a smile on her face or fuming. It was hard to tell what Veronica was thinking even though she speaks her mind and does whatever she wants and gets away with it.
Candela’s mouth dropped open when Veronica kissed Cloud briefly. She did not expect that, her eyes flew to Rafael’s, wanting to see his reaction. She figured that he would put the blame onto someone else and not Veronica. She imagined steams coming out of his ears, nose and head exploding. She closed her mouth and laughed. She slowly exhaled to calm her laughter but it was no use. Cloud’s laughter filled the air, making her fall to the ground while having another fit of laughter radiate through her. She hadn’t laughed this hard in days; she laid on the floor, tears streaming down her face, stomach aching and jaw was sore. She slowly got up from the floor, massaging her jaw and waiting to see this play out. It seemed all the eyes were on them. Cherry on top was Cloud suggesting Rafael throwing Veronica over his shower and giving her bath. It seemed everything was either happening too fast or too slow.
This Claudemas holiday was going better than she had imagined. There was some things that she didn’t like but she wasn’t sit there and bitch about it. They were on a vacation, humans, vampire and were-humans. It was scary for her to be there especially when Natasha and Rafael are on the same team. Her mind started thinking about ways they could jump her, harm her while she’s sleeping or throw her outside middle of the night only because she and Catcher share inside joke and couple of memories. But she has never told him to pick her over anyone. Catcher, Veronica, Cloud and Seth were good friends and often would come over so she wouldn’t feel alone. What Rafael had done to her wasn’t right in her eyes, getting drunk married to Catcher was a stupid move and til this day she doesn’t know how she let it happen. All of this happened months ago but it felt like yesterday to her.
She stood on the other side of the kitchen, watching Cloud, Veronica, Seth and Rafael but not really paying attention. She figured Veronica was going to say something snarky, Rafael is going to turn more red, Cloud being a hyper kid. She wasn’t going to miss much. Feeling a had on her arm, she looked at owner of the hand and a big, goofy grin appeared on her lips. Tilting her head back, containing her laughter as she took glitter glasses. It was hard for her not to jump up and down, throwing glitter on Catcher right away. It wasn’t odd for Claude to pick snowflake outfit for Catcher. They were like brothers in some way to others was like this cool, weird uncle. To her, he was just bossman. A vampire bossman who does things that are questionable. ”It would be my pleasure Mr. Snowflake.” She poured little glitter from each bottle into her palm, stepped closer to Catcher and dabbed glitter on his face. She loved glitter but hated cleaning up after. It was fun to see a grown man with glitter on his face.
Stepping back, one by one she sprinkled, no tossed it over his head and body. White, pale blue glitter was last and she hated using the mix as they were beautiful. She looked at the bottles and then at Catcher before dumping both the bottles on his shoulder, head and headband. Glitter dust reflected in the light which made Candela giggle even more. ”Ice to meet you, Snowman. Candela placed empty bottles on the counter and looked at Catcher one more time. He looked like a beautiful snowflake and using glitter took courage. ”Thank you for doing that for me. Now to get these hooligans out the kitchen. Cloud is making more mess than cleaning it.” Candela turned her head, rubbing her arms with her hand, dying to clean the mess. She didn’t have patience for it and needed the kitchen to be somewhat clean prior to dinner.
Seth was used to being ignored sometimes but in this situation he didn't mind being more of an observer then being involved in the whole situation. Everything seemed relatively calm in the kitchen if the place looking like the Tasmanian devil was the one who had decided to make the baked goods. Seth leaned on the counter near the oven. He could smell the cookies baking within its stomach and looked over at the time they had a few more minutes before they were done. He was feeling a little hungry if anyone knew him he was basically a never ending eating machine. The only time he never really did was when he was working but as soon as he made it home he'd eat as much food to feed three people. When they started talking about Tash and Catcher like they knew everything that was going on with the two he rolled his eyes slightly. Seth was close to them both and he still didn't understand what they were doing. At this point he didn't care as much as the others but it was the magic fingers he didn't want to hear about. He just wished they either fixed things or ended them all together. He wasn't sure when they had really become a thing but all he wanted them to be was
He was glad not to be included in the virgin talk but he didn't know how Veronica knew he wasn't one. He wouldn't ask either, he had always been a little adventurous. He didn't sleep around but there was this one girl at school,Marissa he had seen on and off for a while. It was more of a casual thing but it ended not too long after it began, he never told them about hooking up with her. With the way Veronica was talking tonight he didn't see her being a virgin herself much longer. She seemed to have an obsession with dicks and to Seth it almost seemed unhealthy. She was an adult, a few years older than him he did see why she had waited so long to begin with. The way she dressed in high school and the way the boys looked at her in her mini skirts she could have had anyone wrapped around her finger. She could have even had Catcher like Cloud has said, it was a surprise to him that they never did anything more than finger play.
When he walked in the room he didn't expect Veronica to kiss Cloud. The combination of shock and confusion set in there was going to be some weirdness going down at Caludemas and he was glad he chose to come here then stay at home and have a quiet holiday. His mind was quickly taken off the thought of eating when Rafael seemed to have noticed what had happened in the kitchen. His precious Veronica had been so swept up in talks about sex, friends and maybe some effects of alcohol. He wasn't sure if she had her reasons for kissing Cloud but now she has to live with them. He watched as Raf spoke, calling Cloud a bitch.
He could help but to slap his hand over his mouth to hold in all the laughter. From what he had learned from Feather her brother did use some products, even though he really didn't need anything. Shape shifters had the best genetics, they didn't have to worry about anti-aging protection or skin care. It must have been a routine he had picked up living in a place where the sun seemed to age people quickly.
When Cloud joined in with the laughing Seth moved his hand away and looked over at Candi who he didn't pay much attention to until she heard her soft voice joining into the choir of giggles. This might have not been funny to Raf but it wasn't anything to get too upset about. A kiss wasn't anything and if Feather got her way everyone would be kissing tonight. It was what made everything so funnier for him. He watched as Cloud smashed the brownie into Raf's face randomly and at that point he didn't know what to expect out of the big man. Tash again seems to come in at an opportune moment. Telling Raf he should have the brownie. He should have eaten the things it wastes to let it crumble into pieces. Seth walked out of the kitchen and patted Raf on the shoulder as he walked by. "Lighten up buddy ors not like she touched his dick or anything. "
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2021 9:16:21 GMT -5 by Seth Rivers
Post by Veronica Call on Oct 2, 2021 22:04:34 GMT -5
It wasn’t about seeing everyone naked but she wanted to make sure everyone got along with everyone and have a good time. She can feel it in her bones that this vacation will be ‘The One’ for the books. There was so much going on at the same times but she felt that Cloud and her were in this mayhem bubble in the kitchen. ”Eh, not really. I have seen my pack naked. I don’t want to see Claude naked. In my dreams, I already seen merman naked.” And multiple times too. Months of having sex dreams about Rafael, was throwing her off. She even stopped reading erotica, hoping that might be the cause but it wasn’t. Her subconscious was telling her to go for it. The constant battle in her head made her lose herself on what truly mattered….loving herself. She wasn’t in a hurry to get into anyone’s pants or start a new relationship. If she does start dating she wants to get to know the person first instead of diving right in.
”Humor me. Let’s say, Barb, er, Tash and C get together officially. Things are great then something happens that breaks them. Then we, not you, will have to pick a side. Tash or C. And I may not be her close friend anymore but she is my sister. C and I have history and I think in some weird way we’re in a good place.” She smelled the toxic relationship at the beach. The way they are together it wasn’t right. She heard Seth mention couple of times to Natasha not to play with Catcher’s feelings. But it seemed that she didn’t listen or just didn’t care. Natasha had every right to make many mistakes in her life however Veronica would have never thought that both of them would last. ”And no, I’m not scared of pussies. Just never thought about it honestly.” Kiss with Natasha was impulse and kissing Axel after was even better. A smile appeared on her lips thinking about the good times, better days and didn’t have to worry about anything.
Veronica grabbed another cookie, munched half of it down by the time Rafael came to her side. She turned slowly towards him, her eyes widen as she offered the other end of the cookie. ”And you expect me to obey your command? Put your caveman behavior away, da-dee” She said ‘daddy’ in slowly. Raising her eyebrow, she really wanted to hear what Rafael had to say. Veronica was never the person that followed any commands unless they were from Sam or her parents. Cloud, Seth and Candela were having laughter fit and she just rolled her eyes. ”You use more products than the girls here. So, technically you’re a bitch too.” Veronica pulled him closer to her, smirking and whispered. ”You’re my bitch.” She left him go, grabbed a piece of brownie then shoved it in her mouth. All these action and words were like deja vu for her. She closed her eyes, counting to ten before opening them.
Rafael was twice her body size, weight and several inches taller than her but she can take him down easily if she had to. As she looked around the room, she knew no one would have a problem coming to help her. Well, aside from Natasha, Feather and Claude. She felt that Natasha and Rafael were on the same team when it came to Candela; Claude and Rafael were good friends, and Feather was the sane person so she might be against anything that would disrupt calm atmosphere. The twins were complete opposites and they work so well together. She was little envious that they have each other at the end of the day and while she may have the pack, it wasn’t the same as having a sibling to get along with.
”If I don’t clean this kitchen, mommy dearest over there will have a panic attack. She’s slowly dying to clean this mess.” Veronica pointed at Candela who was staying strong on not kicking her and Cloud out the kitchen so she can start throwing cleaning product bombs. She looked at the egged ceiling, hoping it doesn’t stain. She still wondered how it ended up there. Something she does, surprises her, same thing when it comes to her talking. She doesn’t think before acting or talking and it will get her into trouble one day. And when that day comes, she won’t know how to get out of it or Rafael will come to her rescue. Maybe not. Time will tell. Veronica located cleaning products underneath the sink, she took spray out and grabbed paper towels. She sprayed Cloud, winked at him then sprayed counter and wiping it down with paper towels.
Veronica placed mixing bowl, knives and mixing spatula in the sink and did a second wipe down. She made the mess, she will do her best to clean it up. Rafael can throw her over his shoulder and he will get a earful from her. Ignoring Rafael, she continued to clean as much as she could. Throwing last of dirty paper towel in the trash, she washed her hands and cleared her throat. Prior to arriving to the lodge, she was hesitant and wanted a low-key Christmas at home with her mom. Now, she was covered in eggs, powder, icing, and god knows what else. Veronica didn’t have this fun in ages; her heart was so full.
Post by Claudius Galloway on Oct 3, 2021 10:03:45 GMT -5
Claude could see the ruckus in the kitchen was bugging his big burly buddy; he left where he was standing by a tree and began observing the interesting interaction that was going on within the kitchen. He listened as three voices of Seth, Cloud and Candi laughed along with each other sounding like an overly enthusiastic laugh track from a not so funny comedy sketch. He wasn't sure if they were laughing at Raf or with Cloud or just at Veronica. Whatever it was he wasn't going to intuit unless something got out of hand. He didn't want any bad blood between anyone. So when Cloud smashed the brownie in Raf's face he was glad both the comment from Cloud saying Veronica had made it and Tash mentioning it as a pot brownie seemed to take some of the edge if the big guy's frustrations as he moved closer to Veronica and put his hand down on the messy counter. Claude didn't know why Raf seemed so agitated, hearing Seth tell him to lighten up a bit about not touching Cloud's dick must have meant she had done something else. There was one thing he knew his Hawaiian friend didn't like was the girl he was with or even interested in seeking attention from other men. From what he had learned it was one of the reasons Raf had called things off with Candi. Veronica was no Candi so it was a surprise to watch how his friend reacted.
His attention as pulled away for a moment noticing Sprinkles had put in her costume, he was glad to see her in her sexy elf get up as she moved around the room and begin to decorate the tree with the multicolored tinsel throwing clumps of it on the tree before she begin to spread the strands out across the branches decorating it as they were little icicle string falling nicely around the branches. "Good job Elfie." Ronaldo had caught his attention also coming down the stairs in his brilliant snowflake costume that he had put so much effort into making his buddy nothing but unique. He watched as Candi dusted him with the jars of glitter. The little shiny flakes would end up everywhere by the end of the evening but seeing him covered in glitter and knowing how much sprinkles would enjoy it would be worth it. She had begun to play welcome to the jungle over the speaker and it nodded along to the tune. " Ronaldo your the prettiest snowflake I have ever seen!"
Bringing his attention back to the kitchen,he smirked a little. Veronica had called Raf daddy in such an odd tone it almost made Claude laugh out himself mimicking her speech patterns. He knew the queenie enough she had her own agenda and didn't listen to the waste others told her to do. So Raf's approach wouldn't make her want to do anything but oppose his request. One thing Claude was glad to see was the effort being put into cleaning the mess in the kitchen. Cloud seemed to be trying to make more of a mess but Veronica seemed to actually that the cleaning was seriously pulling products out from under the sink to deal with sloppy sticky mess up.The food would be arriving soon and he would prefer to have a clean kitchen for the delivery service to put their order. He had ordered a whole feast worth of food for his company to enjoy. He didn't worry about food anymore so he had just gone into a restaurant and ordered everything off the menu. There had to be something there in the end for everyone to enjoy.
Feeling there would be no retaliation on Raf's part , he left the others to go put on his own costume. Claude moved out of the main area and headed to the room which Cloud had claimed his own minutes after walking in the door. The puffball seemed to be unaffected by his smell so he had offered Claude to keep his thing in the room he had picked out for himself. Claude didn't need a bed so he didn't mind the white haired prankster taking the biggest room in the house. He was certainly the tallest so the bed would fit him well being a king compared to all the smaller beds in the other rooms. Opening his paper bag he pulled out a white pair of pants, a red jacket with a golden accent where all the buttons lined up. To make it more sexy lkr the other costumes he had decided to forget about wearing the white dress shirt. His costume he had picked out to match Candi's seeing they both loved to dance she had picked her to be the sugar plum fairy where he would be the Nutcracker. He placed the bucket-like top hat on his head, strapping it under his chin to hold it in place. The last was the knee high Galt black boots. He looks himself over, doing up a few of the bottom buttons on his blazer before pulling out a black eyebrow pencil drawing a curly ended mustache under his nose. Heading back to the living room to join the group.
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Oct 3, 2021 12:54:44 GMT -5
Raf stood there unmoving at Cloud the twig boy broke out into laughter. For someone who is supposed to be a man in his twenties he was still quite childish, and watching Candi and Seth joining in on giggling wasn't helping his mood at all. He let his eyes follow the blonde puffball as he bounced around the kitchen like a kid who was all hyped up on sugar and mountain dew. He let an audle grumble out, saying something under his breath not being able to hear it but he was just calling everyone idiots. Cloud's reaction wasn't one he had expected for the mediocre musician and seeing how his behavior was more like someone being caught doing something embarrassing rather than being scolded. Walking close to Veronica he placed his hand down on the edge of the counter leaning on it unamused. "Keep your beauty products, Cloudia."
He rolled his eyes watching the paper roll be pulled around wastefully as Cloud wiped Veronica's face then moving on to the table. Raf grabbed the end, ripping it off the roll as Cloud balled the piece up, smearing a mess around making it worse than before. The more he looked at Cloud the more he found this guy just to be a clown moving his way through life without much direction to follow. The more he thought about me mentioning his sister was more man made him feel a little bad. Out of all the women in the house she seemed the most mature and respectful. He had only compared them as they were twins but she seemed to give off a more respectful presence then Cloud did.
He looked over Veronica for a moment letting his guard down a little as she told him to put his caveman behavior away and calling him daddy. He wasn't trying to act like a caveman, she had all his attention all the time and when she saw someone he liked giving another man attention it sparked something in himself. Veronica he was in love with so it never took him long to be sparked into a less than friendly mood. He took the piece of cookie she handed him and popped it in his mouth. The chocolate helped overpower the taste of the thc but he could still taste the herb within it.
Looking down at the cookies he saw they were shaped like dicks and it made him shake his head but it made him lighten up a bit more trying to think what would go through Cloud's head to make dick cookies with Veronica. She mentioned he used a bunch of products himself but really he didn't use too many. He used oils to soften his beard hair, coconut scented shampoo and body wash and his cologne. It wasn't much in the end so she calling him a bitch was a bit out of place and very unexpected. He was almost second guessing what he wanted to discuss with the other guys about throwing her some elaborate performance showing her how much he did care about her that he didn't mind embarrassing himself.
He unexpectedly turned when he heard Could say something to him and his lips were slapped Cloud hand holding a brownie up to his lips. He didn't open his mouth to eat it because he didn't want to eat the chocolate square that was in his unwashed hands. Tash had walked by and saw the crumbs at bits on the floor almost telling him something great, but there was no way he would eat anything from Cloud's dirty hands. He smeared the rest of the crumbs off his face letting them fall to the flooring in front of his feet. Seeing Veronica's willingness to clean up the room. Raf put his hand on Cloud's shoulders and pushed him out of the kitchen. He did take the doll comment too well. He didn't see Veronica as a doll, she was a goddess compared to the rest of the girls within the walls." Your making more work for her, get out and I'll help her clean up this disaster." Seth walked by him next making a comment about how he should lighten up because he hadn't touched Cloud's dick. The comment was unneeded and he didn't let it bug him at all.
Getting down on his knees he began to pick up the biggest chunks of his rejected brownie and put them in his hands before walking over to the trash can. He went to grab the broom but walked up to Veronica and placed his hands on her waist stopping her from cleaning for a second. " I'm sorry for getting upset V. You just drive me crazy and seeing you the way your were acting around twig boy really bugs me because I want you all to myself. Call that selfish but you know how I feel about you." He took a finger and pulled a sprinkle off his face and popped in his mouth. " Not bad but I bet you taste even sweeter."
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Oct 4, 2021 5:16:18 GMT -5
He almost died when she said she had multiple wet dreams about the slow dolt of a lug. Sometimes, it couldn’t be helped that he ran out of descriptions for the self-proclaimed Greek god, Adonis man; he was genuinely off Cloud's tempo and that was one bullet point on an endless list that set them apart. Cloud let her crazy lust for him go out the other ear, wondering if another buff dude showed up, she would react with the same seemingly insatiable libido. ”Your point? Just side with what you think is right or don’t… I don’t see everything falling apart even if one of them never wants to see the other again.” As Veronica expressed her concerns about the toxicity of their friends' relationship he looked at her seriously with the longest actual focus he had ever given her as he stopped doing anything else. It felt as though they were colluding but there was nothing to plot and it was all a blank useless conversation that satisfied their need to vent.
”Way I see it, Seth’s the one who’s gonna be in a tough spot if they were together then not together. But they kinda already are and so far nothing’s happened. Seems like you don’t like it? Just sayin’ you’re not the only one… but hey, it’s their thing… and I ain’t gonna lie… they look good.” Remarking heedlessly, he gossiped more than he ever usually did and leaked some concerns to her, entrusting some veritable aspects of his feelings.He both accepted them together as good and bad. She was right that it was about the rest of them all and not him; he was Catcher’s friend first and foremost so that allegiance was preset and yet he was sure he never had to choose no matter how involved or how removed he was from the situation. However, there were things she was unaware of and that had been Veronica's own existence being part of that motivation for the prodigal son returning to this isolated, cold part of the country. ”He’s never gonna make you choose anyway or he’d never have come back…”
”Ha-ha, Barb… she looks like Barbie… that other guy must look like Ken doll.” Cloud’s drawling voice made it sound worse than it did, slipping some information to Veronica, not caring if she knew what he was talking about or not. He wasn’t sure how much she understood but she seemed to be some integral part of their union and he was curious about which parts and how much she was invested. Saying so, he resumed icing the edible dicks and added another sentence that flowed with their gibberish before the mythological statue of a man came. ”You don’t have any space to think about pussies when it’s dick world in there.” Before he could say more, Veronica reprimanded Rafael in a way that made him slightly proud of her even if he could see she was going against the fire in her loins to deny the man. The insider knowledge about all the beauty products to keep the shining Hawaiian looking like his hair flip was a L’Oreal commercial rolled off her tongue despite the baffled, refuting expression on the merman’s face.
If he had anything in his mouth besides saliva, he would’ve spouted a fountain when she called Rafael ‘daddy’ and now he was just seeing this as a sexually charged porn scene with him as a third wheel ‘fluffer’. The part about making her dream dick a bitch solidified the innuendos as intentionally disturbing and he just sighed when the big man didn’t bring any manly man sass to the table. It made him stick out his tongue as he turned to the side, an extremely mild gag birthed from black humour that was more like a restless habit. ”Cloudia?!…clou-…” Repeating the words, he was almost in disbelief that the wild man came up with some feminized version of his name, nearly incapable of imagining there was such creativity in his thick skull. Candela being mommy dearest with the Daddy Raf, once upon a time a pair enlightened him on how befitting their titles were, losing track of Veronica. All he could see were those two as a couple, bickering and yet it made him nauseated like all the dinners she cooked for him could come up because she had slowly laced his sustenance with righteous indignation against Raf. It wasn't going to stop him from visiting and enjoying a meal with his friends but it certainly put him off from their history and he pretended she was never with the Hawaiian Jesus.
When he started pushing him out of the kitchen, his body’s instinct was to rotate so he could lean back, his heels digging into the floor despite his socks sliding him along with the big man’s strong shoving. He was still trying to stay but the motion had shocked him enough, his face showed some irritation and a little bit of the offense he had been unable to find previously. There was no need for Rafael to put his hands on him and he almost pushed him back if it wasn’t for the fact that now he was left to clean and then Cloud’s mind clicked, nodding all the way until he turned his head to face the man. They were the same height so he looked right into his eyes, purposefully devious. That furrowed, open mouthed aggression closed and became a cheeky smirk so wide it was like slapping a picture of his earlier grin back on. He was still nodding but at a different pace from the slow divulgence to fast enthusiasm then slowed amusement. Now pointing at the flannel wearing man as though he knew what he was up to, his finger rose while he continuously said ”Oh…OHH…” at different tones between chuckles. He was pretty set that he was on point with the guess; in the cleaning crisis he had created an opening for Rafael to spend some private time with Veronica. That was all that the lumberjack wanted, to be around his reluctant future bride and Cloud slapped his hands together for one loud clap and practically danced away with mirth to his room. Backing away from them, he began to shuffle out of their space while watching Rafael make his move on Veronica, snickering like the joker.
As he was about to enter the master bedroom, Claude exited in full costume. It was instantly recognizable, bright and intricate like it belonged in a wonderland museum; he was the nutcracker and it somehow made perfect sense for no apparent reason. He almost walked into him and just jerked backwards, spinning a little like a dreidel to the side, just avoiding the collision but glowing from being rather impressed by the outfit choice. Whilst this happened, he could see Natasha had come down after Catcher and though they were in the distance, they were already dressed for the night’s festivities too. Looking down at himself, he could see that he was still semi-wet, gloopy and covered in random food particles, which translated to him needing a rinse. It was a pretty straightforward, quick procedure and he started taking off his sweater by pulling at the sleeves, tugging them off so they loosely swung as if he had no arms and they were tentacles. He squeezed the top up and off him and went into the shower, taking off his pants and other parts while in motion, leaving a trail of his clothing in the bathroom as he closed the door. Sometime after the shower, he would pick them up and put them somewhere to wash if he could find a laundry room or even a basket. It was best to get clean enough that he could actually touch other items in the room and not stain anything he might sleep on and he watched the muck he made wash off him into the drain. The steam made the smell of the brownie and cookies stronger, warm and like a mist of relaxing THC, almost like he was inside a bong and he breathed it all in as deeply as he could. The taste of it flooding his mouth, an illusion from the stuff he had eaten.
The brown costume turned out to be very confusing as he pulled its long body out of the bag. There was a flat head and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wear it yet since he wouldn’t be able to eat so he tossed it on the bed and started unzipping the bag of the one piece felt like thing. Stepping into it, it fit his height like a glove but remained loosely comfortable and he hopped a few times trying to pull the metal zip back up with flailing arms and frustrated grumbles. His hair flopped up and down in squiggles, light and fluffed from the hair dryer and lack of hair product, he was going to let everyone see how much of a puff ball he could be since the head meant he didn’t have to care about styling it. It was finally on and he waved his arms around, lifting the baggier sides that gave him a cut out shape like a human cookie revealing how much of a gingerbread man he was. The gumdrop buttons were three dimensional puff balls too, red and green as his whole body was outlined in a white trim that was the icing and he started to laugh as he held his arms out demonstrating the full form, walking out of the room stiffly so as not to lose shape. ”Man, no offense Claude but I have the best costume!”Everyone would know what he was and he had an idea that in the night he would wear the head like a scary mask and frighten the girls, particularly Candi since she couldn’t smell him. He really wanted to prank his sister but she would have read his mind the moment she saw his face right then, coming out of the bedroom and into the living room.
His feet were slightly damp still and they felt oddly smooth as he looked down to see he had glued some glitter on them. He was about to touch the floor to get some stuck to his hands but went over to Catcher and dusted a few off his pretty hair into his hands then he ran over to Feather who was standing by the tree that amazingly towered above him. He heard Claude tell Catcher, he was the most beautiful snowflake and for that second, he felt strangely inspired like now he needed more glittering snow in his life. Having ruffled Candi’s head, he left some traces of the same glitter on her but didn’t wait for her to show him her mad face, well aware she was itching to clean but guessing she couldn’t stand participating with her ‘turd’ Rafael. Inconspicuously, he pulled at his waistline, the stitched sides stretching out like he was a rotund biscuit then suddenly pinched Feather’s cheeks as if he was doing the same, really smudging the glitter onto her face. He knew exactly what shocked expression she would have, and he was already going to giggle until he was rolling on the couch on his back kicking his feet up in the air.
”Hurry up and change, Elf can do the tree.” Natasha was the helper after all, albeit garmented as a sexy one, he looked over to her and let go of his twin, remembering when she had the whip and then fell over, squashing him and hurting his butt. He should never have toppled over but in many ways, he had thought it would be fun for her to land on him, having a little gain of her body there since she started the odd flirting. As he spoke without thinking, he turned his attention onto Rafael who was in the kitchen getting touchy with Veronica. ”You should help me get the big man high or at least drunk. You saw him… he wouldn’t eat the brownie… what’s his deal? It’s a fuckin’ buzzkill.” He frowned, the mood dropping like a pin but picking up pace almost as instantaneously. As he stooped to the box she was pulling out tinsel from, he started wrapping some of the plastic shimmery decoration aimlessly around himself like he had on a flamboyant feather boa. It was all thoughtless, a little high, a little drunk and a little bit of just not giving a damn; disruptive as always as he guffawed about the tree, that manhood joke had come into fruition as a literal tree. ”Least now we got a big tree…”
Post by Feather Crestfall on Oct 5, 2021 16:51:24 GMT -5
After taking her focus off the commotion In the kitchen Feather turned her attention back to decorating, tash seemed to be enjoying whenever she was drinking along with throwing the tinsel on the tree. She looked cute in her little elf outfit. It made.it even hard for her not to go along and call her something like Tinkerbell.she wasn't in a faulty costume but elves and fairies could be the same creature the way she pulled the outfit off. Even with three inch heels on Tash couldn't reach anywhere close to the upper branches so Feather made that her task, reaching up to the higher parts of the tree dropping little pieces of the sparking reflective strings as high as she could to the peak of the branches. The tree was quite lovely and she felt a little bad for the tradition to cut down such a magnificent piece of nature. The thing she hoped for the most was when the holiday was said and done the tree would be used as fuel for the fire. It didn't have to be right away but she hoped Claude would chop it up and stack it in the wood pile for himself or future guests of the place could give more purpose then being a fancy decoration for a few days.
As she stood admiring the tree, classic rock music continued to play through the speakers, it wasn't wnr he would have expected to be listening to on a Christmas holiday but she didn't mind it at all.This holiday would be far from a traditional one and she hoped if this time away went well,she and Cloud would continue a similar tradition.Even if they were not with the other shifters, Calude, Raf or Candela next year. The blend of some traditions with the mix of crazy antics seemed like a great holiday for the non-traditional twins. She looked around the room to see Catch in all white shimmering sighting when the lights hit the flex of glitter Candi and tossed on him. She still wasn't got to get ready until Cloud did. She stood on the rips of her toes and tossed a bit of tinel up the highest she could before hearing Cloud mentioning he had the best costume.
Peeking out from behind the branches she could see him now. He has a big giant gingerbread man cookie. Of course he would love that he was a big THC filled cookie man. She could now clearly see Claude also who seemed to have slipped himself into his costume which made him a less traditional looking Nutcracker. Cloud had walked over and she felt his hand on her cheeks pinching them making them a little pink from where his fingers had pressed. Grabbing his hand for a second she could see they had bits of glitter on them which was probably now stuck to her makeup now. He was lucky they weren't going anywhere. She would make him wait for her to put on a complete new face full of makeup before they could leave. "Okay, I'll get my costume on but to put any more sparkles on me I'll flush your eye cream." She stuck her tongue out and walked gracefully up the stairs avoiding the access glitter all over the floor.
Heading to her room she closed the door behind her and threw her clothes down on the bed putting on this brown and white mid thigh dress. The skirt potion was all brown but covered on a few white spots reminding her of the spots on a baby fawn. It had the tiny spaghetti straps, allowing all of her tattoos to be easily visualized. On top of her silver hair she placed the antlers on her head and looked into the mirror. She thought she looked adorable and was actually glad Claude had picked this for her. Even if he did eat deer blood. She had a matching pair of shoes. They were similar to Tash's but a light brown in her own size. Usually she wouldn't wear the shoes but tonight she would for Claude. Before leaving the room she picked up the little armadillo off her bed and took it down the stairs with her. She needed to ask Claude if she could bring him home for her collection.
Walking down the stairs a little more thoughtful than usual, not used to shoes that added high to her already tall frame. Knowing Catcher liked similar things to her, she walked over to him and Candela and held out the little stiff armadillo." Have you ever seen something so cute? Seth and I found him in the attic." She knew not everyone found things like this cute but she appreciated whenever people did. Moving away from the two she walked over to Claude who was almost too hard to take seriously on a good day but the curly mustache made it even worse. "Hey Fangs, you mind if I keep this guy as my new pet?"
Post by Catcher Reeves on Oct 6, 2021 3:02:43 GMT -5
Moments earlier when he came downstairs, he had seen Seth leave the kitchen while everyone was shaky from some hilarious event. It had taken no time for Claude to see him make his way over to Candi, praising Natasha, who followed a few minutes after to decorate the tree. His costume was so bright, so oddly profound amongst the many more obvious choices for Christmas time and his head bobbled in short wobbles, brows furrowed but smirking ear to ear for Claude. It was agreement in disbelief and acknowledgement in assuming his explorer mentor was telling the truth; he was pretty sure any of the women would make far more beautiful snowflakes than he did but he accepted the compliment as a badge of honour.
He wasn’t avoiding Natasha but he wasn’t sure if he could keep his mouth shut if they were doing an activity he didn’t have the mood for, disallowing his stare to pan over to her from Claude. These thoughts were more frantic than before, evolving in uncharacteristic strain that told him, deep down he was conflicted about mending things. It was him reliving that she was so in tune with how he was when she wanted to be, yet also no longer deserving his efforts if she made none. He was falling down a rabbit hole somewhat crossing his heart not to do things the same way again, drawing some kind of line that he was just dotting; it was the type of mess that was best described as never really over. It was never really over yet never really ‘ever’ either and he scrunched his face to rearrange his physical response over the fact he kept vacillating after every time she was indecisive, this situation bouncing on ‘something unspeakable’ that was not far from the trajectory of a secretive affair.
He stopped twisting facial muscles to look at Candela as she thanked him. There was something childlike in what was happening between them as her demeanour softened, soothingly enough he began unconsciously smiling at her with eyes wide open. Her finger was colder than his skin as it swiped a line of glitter that was then buffed out onto his cheek in a dabbing motion, every rub and touch sensitive to him as she made the surface shinier than fairy dust. As the glitter fell on his head and shoulders, he could faintly feel the light piles that poured down and collected, prompting him to touch them by reflex, spreading them more sparingly all over, losing some on his feet and the floor. It was bound to get everywhere but the majority remained stuck to him, blending into the threads of his costume. Since his hands were now covered, he wiped them on the knuckles and his neck, all over his clothes to get rid of them until he was brilliantly shimmering everywhere. This was something he was never going to see in a reflection and he quickly put it out of his mind, hearing her little joke greeting. It made him chuckle, the surprised open mouthed grin remaining as he replied her with a genuinely gentle gesture, hand over his heart. ”Thank you, ice to meet you too.”
She had helped him finish up so he took the empty containers from her to throw them. It was right when Cloud walked by them, robbing some glitter for himself and strolling toward Feather to do something he could only guess was taunting and impulsive. He shook his head, breaking his concentration from doing what he was supposed to. Gathering the jars in one hand, he pulled her lightly by a slim polished finger towards the kitchen she started staring at as he could see her eyes undoubtedly spacing out over the mess she desperately wanted to clean. ”Cloud left… so relax, one down.” Stopping in front of the bin, he dropped what he held in, stepping off the pedal that lifted the lid and moved to stand behind her. ”You sure you want to clean with them… because you see what I’m seeing right?” He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down so they were mutually eye level, resting his chin in the nook of her neck, watching alongside her in the direction of two awkward people.
Sexual tension filled that kitchen in a bubble around Veronica and Rafael and he was teasing Candela since she was going to be so disgusted, nauseated and completely grossed out. As if the crime scene of a kitchen wasn’t enough, the cherry on top was placed when the surfer put his hands on Veronica’s waist; the most intimate act he had ever seen between them happening before his eyes the way the opening of a cheesy telenovela episode would play.”She’s already cleaning. Or did you have a fun idea to intrude?” He blinked a few times before stretching over to side glance her expression, studying her with a dark flickering gaze that wavered as he breathed. Having that question was almost a whisper of a scheme, positively Machiavellian as he was well aware how deeply she disliked this matchup; everything was wrong with anything Rafael did these days and he found it immensely funny. Though they never talked about the large man, the subject of him popped up intermittently while he noticed Candela becoming closer to Veronica than he himself was now. ”I actually thought Cloud would’ve pulled that extendable spray hose at the sink to blast V, the mess and Raf.” It was true, he had expected much more in the cleaning portion of their disorderly conduct but now the scene was virtually too good to ruin, what corny haphazard relationship was building on the focus of coitus.
”Last chance, if you change you should stay away from this area.” Speaking of her costume, he realised he didn’t know what it was and eagerly hoped to see how well Claude may have matched her with the theme. The man was the nutcracker and it was shockingly ingenious, his reception of the curly moustache and custom spin on the outfit so bewildering he had managed no audible response. It was impossible to explain what ran through his brain in that instant when he blanked out from all the metallic trim, velour material and provocative take on the classic character. Claude had made everyone sexy except him and of that he was grateful, diplomatic against being seen uncomfortably twitchy in something barely there. Swiftly lifting and turning his head to eye Feather in her reindeer getup as she pranced down the steps, he glimpsed her straight path towards them, holding some silvery small object, before snugly fitting conveniently back where Candela's long hair lay.
His watch befell the weird couple-to-be again, his mental wager on Veronica ‘staying strong against all this buff man allure’ losing against the bet that she would cave sooner than later. It was amusing him so much that it was burning more resolve to help Rafael with his wooing endeavours as if he were the only person who could successfully help him. ”I have to talk to Seth but I might need your help later to keep V’s attention.” He paused anticipating her pretty face to deform into some befuddled look at him like he was demented due to what he was about to say next. ”I know… but I said fuck it so…” That he was on her side meant he was supposed to have a better grasp that the gravity of actually helping Rafael win Veronica would mean Candela might have to deal with him more. Catcher was precariously retelling his decision as he separated from being so close to her to inhale enough he could string a fast confession. In hushed tones so their conversation didn’t travel, he took his hands off her to stand in front once more, blocking most of her view of the golden man’s seduction techniques. ”I sort of… agreed to help Raf with something that would impress V. We need to set it up and he needs to get out of whatever costume Claude planned because it just… won’t work that way.” The bottom line was he needed her to create a distraction or just keep the VIP in the dark until showtime. ”Veronica can’t find out and she can’t leave the table…so talk about anything she cares about so she doesn’t. Tequila works too.”
He had to bite his lip from smirking at the idea of plying her with alcohol because drunken Veronica was going to have the greatest reaction of a lifetime, inhibitions potentially thrown out the window. His head swayed to the side, a canted position like a velvety plush animal, soft and formlessly waiting with adoring glass eyes. It was an angelic plea, a lovely emotional appeal to petition her assistance. ”Please?” Even when the whole thing was for Rafael and neither of them even liked him, he knew she hadn’t been blind to Veronica’s attraction and mood improvement ever since the burly man came into their lives and began heavily pursuing her by making his presence known in garish ways. It was a favour Candela would never ask to be returned so he hugged her in persuasive affection, part of him just wanting to be openly and thankfully connected, ignoring negative opinions and how it would make Natasha feel; the other half of him was actually embracing that she made him less lonely even when he was alright being alone, amongst other complex emotions. His swirling thoughts lost him in the seconds and he backed off before he clung too long, dusting her with naïve brushes of his fingertips from any transfer of his glittering sprinkles.
When the armadillo arrived clutched in Feather’s hands, his eyeballs could have lurched out their sockets but squinted behind spikes of eyelashes as if they restrained them. ”Yea…” His voice was neutral. Then he frowned and stared at it in amazement, calling Veronica to look although his back was facing her, rooted to the spot while Fefe began to walk away. Her statement was so jovial, it made the whole thing less disturbing but he legitimately believed that taxidermy was as familiar as he established it was Lorenzo. There was no doubt Andrea had been a strange girl to own such a pet in the first place but if he had checked the attic with Feather he could have had a better clue as to what was going on with this. Only he and Veronica had such an immediate encounter with the animal from years ago as it had fearlessly stood its ground in a standoff against them and his eyes traveled with the ball. ”V… you remember the armadillo I thought you would’ve eaten cause you were so mad? I think it’s here…” He had sniffed it as a wolf when it was alive, the unusual scent sealed in his memory as clear as that fateful day. Despite the chemicals used to treat the outer carcass, they didn’t rid all of the notes to compare, beady dead eyes uncanny in resemblance, size and shape almost too similar, even the pattern of scales; he was either crazy or right, being face to face with it in a parallel of time. In the end it was of no consequence what armadillo it was but this made him nostalgic and he finally looked at Natasha, compulsion in the forlorn feeling. ”I guess she’ll take good care of it.” Speaking to himself about Feather, trying to reform logic, he squeezed an earlobe to fiddle with an earring then glanced at Candela as if those few minutes made sense to her.
Last Edit: Oct 6, 2021 13:19:06 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Oct 6, 2021 13:00:46 GMT -5
Working on the tree kept her attention as the effects of the rum stated it. She was glad it was because seeing Candi near Catcher was causing her to take deeper breaths then usually. She hadn't noticed it the first bit she began to pick at the stands of tinsel like she was ripping hairs out.of someone's head. She didn't know why this was bugging her so much and as Feather moved in closer to help her with the tree she calmed down a bit. She didn't know why when I was around Candi I made her so mad. It didn't help that the stripper was literally never afraid to say anything where she kept everything bottled up until she was ready to explode. If she was more open and to speak to Catcher back before everything happened with Evan then maybe she would be the one who he was giving his attention to. She heard Calude tell her she was doing a good job and she stepped back for a second. He was actually right in her half assed effort to decorate; she and Feather had begun making the tree look very festive with the little glittering threads. The light should have gone on first but she wasn't going to get started on the tangled mess that was probably in the box. She certainly didn't have enough patience to deal with it right now.
"Feather thanks for getting the highest spots." She hadn't noticed at first but Claude had gotten into his costume. He was dressed as the Nutcracker . He must have snuck away and put on the bright red blazer with the weird bucket hat and pencil on mustache.it suited him well as he could stand still for hours unmoving until he had the need to again. She went back to her glass and poured some more rum in it. She was hitting the bottle pretty hard, even at school she didn't drink this much. The thought as she would need to help get past her mind was holding her back. After a while she knew she would loss some of her inhibitions and actually be able to speak her mind. She just wishes I came without the assistance of so much alcohol. The added benefit when the buzzy feeling finally sets it she was alway happy. Even Candi couldn't piss her off.
Cloud came down in a giant turd colored onesie that at first she had thought might have been a giant talking piece of shit until she saw the outline and the and the three dimensional gumdrop buttons. He was right though the cookie costume was probably the best outfit she had seen so far.The cookie costume actually made sense for him. She had never seen Cloud unhappy and cookies made people happy especially those who had some permanently weird expression on their faces. She watched him walk over to Feather and put glitter fingers on her face causing her cheeks to be cakes in places with a sparkly little flex. Apparently he wanted him to gullet into costume also. It was probably time to anyway because the food would be arriving soon and Claude would probably want everyone in costume for the weird festive meal.
The mention of eye cream made her laugh, she still couldn't understand why he would need to use so many just to think he looked good. She had never seen a blemish on his face. It made her wonder if it was possible before he had phased for the first time if he had bad skin. Now he would heal so quickly that anything that appeared on his face would disappear unless he was worried about getting wrinkles from smoking but she wasn't sure how that would work since she had never seen an old weathered shifter before. She wouldn't mention his name out loud but not even Axel looked too old when she had met him but apparently he was over one hundred years old. He was one gone now and with him he took a piece of Veronica's heart. She just hoped Veronica would see how good Raf could be for her, broken imprint or not she deserved love too. Feather had moved off to go change and she was left there with Cloud who too seemed to be thinking about Raf in the kitchen.
Taking a few steps to be able to see what was going on she was beginning to feel a little floaty as now the rum really started to hit her. She watched him pull the strand of shimmering red garland out of the tinsel box and wrap it around his neck. Grabbing on the ends she pulled him in close in a similar way she did with the whip at Claude's last party. " I can get him stoned won't take much. Too much booze makes me a very naughty elf. So I'll keep up the drinking and see how much mischief I am cause." She laughed, letting go of Cloud fumbling with her phone and started playing Ain't my Fault on the speaker before she walked into the kitchen to grab some brownies spinning around a few times feeling the music, she popped a few square in her mouth before taking another out and walking over to Veronica and Raf. She tapped the big guy on the shoulder and waited for him to spin his head around. When he did she held out the brownie and waved it in his face."Open up." When he did he popped it in his mouth. She smiled as she did so successfully. "Eat more of these, you won't regret it. I'll give you a full body high. Make you let loosen up a bit and If you make your way to the bedroom... Your leg won't bug you at all." She smirked and walked back out of the kitchen singing along and dancing to the music. She winked an Catcher before fliping the font of her skirt up at him and covering her mouth like she was shocked.she stuck out her tongue half way out after reading him knowing she had just flashed Candi her royal blue lace panties also.
She quickly make her way back to Cloud and pulled out her own strand of garland from the box and wrapped it around herself and flopping down on the couch. " I told him the brownies would be good for sex so will see if he eats more." She laughed and picked up a glass ornament and spun it around in her hands. So we or later someone would start putting the thing on the tree but right now she didn't feel they would be safe in her hands. "He probably won't get in Veronica pants but It would be funny to see him try."
Last Edit: Oct 18, 2021 16:53:07 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Candela Steele on Oct 10, 2021 20:46:00 GMT -5
Candela felt like she was in a fast paced environment where everything was happening fast and she just stood there, blinking and breathing slowly. Everyone around her was doing something and she was at a point where she just wanted to hide in her bedroom until it was safe to come out. As much as she thought Claudemas will be fun, she was also worried about what might happen with Natasha and her. There was some sort of bad blood and Candela didn’t care if she liked her or not. She just wanted to stay alive and grow old. She wanted to watch her blond hair turn grey-white with wrinkles on face. Her eyes were on Veronica and Rafael but her mind was elsewhere and ears tuning out noise in the living room.
Candela’s hands had left over glitter on them, she smoothed her hands over her hair so they can have little bit of glitter. After all she was going to be Sugar Plum Fairy and if she wants, she could have glitter in her hair. A relieved sign left her lips when Cloud left the kitchen which left Veronica and Rafael. She watched Veronica clean and Rafael stepped in to help her as if she’s damsel in distress. She rolled her eyes and nodded at Catcher. She was so focused on what happening in the kitchen that she didn’t realize that Catcher was in close proximity of her. His warm hands were on her, making her heart beat little faster than normal. ”What I see is a giant pea sized brain turd making a fool of himself. I mean…COME ON!” Candela’s voice went little high at the end. She was about to yell at them to get a room and get ready when she realized that Rafael will just say something stupid to her. Which meant Veronica will get more worked up at Rafael for saying something to her friend. It was rather genius in Candela’s part. She practically did an evil laugh with rubbing hands together.
Pompous prick made intimate move with Veronica and he was in her bubble. Candela was tempted to throw something at his big ass head and bring him down from cloud nine. She muttered about jumping on big buffoon and choke him. Candela could hear him calling her ‘gnome’ making her cringe and disgusted at the same time. She wondered what she saw him to begin with. Why she wanted a relationship with him when he wasn’t interested in it? Why did she change her way for a turd when he wasn’t proud of her? All of these questions had bothered her when he first left her and found out that he left her because she was a stripper and he was attracted to Veronica. As time went on, she healed and now there’s nothing but hatred for the man. She just prayed and hoped that he treats Veronica right and realize that he’s not that smart. He has the looks but not smart.
”Such a cute armadillo! Just needs a good cleaning.” She looked at stuffed animal then at Feather who was dressed as a reindeer. She wasn’t sure if Feather talked to her because she was standing next to her roomie or not. Whatever it was, she was happy that she talked to her. It was little things that made Candela happy. She doesn’t have anything against anyone, except turd named Rafael and sometimes Natasha. As she looked around the living room, she noticed majority of the group were all dressed up. Cloud looked like a giant cookie, Natasha was an elf which made Candela roll her eyes, and the show stopper was when Claude came into picture. His nutcracker outfit with drawn curly mustache and a smile on his face made her eyes widen as excitement filled her body. Leave it up to Claude to pick perfect outfits for everyone. What was rather disturbing is how did he know everyone’s size. He would know Candela as he is her boss but others? She nodded when she realized that Veronica had told her that he’s the research vampire, more like stalkerish kind who watches you sleep and takes notes. Candela didn’t know if Claude had managed to sneak up on her while she was sleeping or not. If he did then she’d want to know what he wrote. It was interesting for her to know what she did in her sleep. It was hilarious in her head.
She didn’t mind Natasha joining Veronica and Rafael what minded was her playing innocent card in front of everyone. It was nauseating to see her try so hard to get Into Catcher’s pants. Flashing her and Catcher, she couldn’t help but to laugh. ”Cloud, I found a stripper for you. Her name is Barbie. Better get a stage ready for her.” Candela wanted to be a bitch about it but this was nicest thing she will say. Candela looked at the rum bottle and shook her head. Natasha was finding comfort in rum on a empty stomach. She feared that Barbie might do something stupid or lure Catcher into sleeping with her. When Catcher spoke, she broke her gaze from two idiots and looked at Catcher’s chocolate brown eyes. Him being a snowflake made her not take him seriously and made it worse when he told her to keep Veronica in place. ”Well that better be his Claudemas gift from everyone. Keeping Nic in one place is a mission. I will not guarantee anything. You may as well tie her to a chair and tape her eyelids open so she can watch. This way she will get what she wanted, tied up to something. May her dreams and sex fantasy become rated PG-13 true during whatever the fuck you decide to do.”
Candela was not happy that Catcher had agreed to help Rafael on wooing Veronica. It sickened her to think that everyone is helping this giant turd to win Veronica when the girl herself has not idea. Veronica was beautiful inside and outside, a little scary at times but that’s who she is. She wouldn’t be shocked if everyone walked on eggshells around Veronica. She was a a beast when provoked and seems like Rafael provokes her half the time. Shit he does, makes her skin crawl now. ”She’s not the only one who loves tequila.” Candela whispered and eyed the bar. She was ready to make more shots and drinks.
She threw her head back and groaned when Catcher pleaded. One thing she hated about herself is that she can’t say no to anyone. She always want to help anyone and everyone then telling herself not to do it. When was the last time she listened to herself when she told herself to stop helping others as she will feel burned out at the end? Never. She does it anyway. ”You’re lucky that I like you Reeves.” Candela hugged him back and squeezed as much as human strength she had in her. She missed having him home with her on days when she feel lowest. She hasn’t told him how much she hates being alone in the house and how often she tried run away. Each time running away thoughts came into her mind, Veronica and Tre messaged her as if they could hear her thoughts. It was nice to have them around but connection she had with Catcher, she didn’t have it with them. The pranking, the joking and teasing on weekends he wasn’t being kidnapped were her favorite time. Spending next few days in house full of people and Catcher, would be a good distraction for her.
Candela let Catcher go, looked at him with mischievous eyes and winked at him. Corner of her eye she saw Veronica almost caving into Rafael’s sweet talks and decided to rain on their parade. If she was going to be somewhat part of ‘wooing Veronica’ mission, she needed Veronica to be away from her so called crush. Was it a crush though? She just wanted sex and was attracted to him. Whatever it was, she wasn’t having it. Dealing with more of Rafael, she knew she needed drinks. Candela took out extendable sink spray, turned faucet on and sprayed Veronica and Rafael. Drenching them bottom half of their body before turning off the faucet and placing the hose back in it’s place. She jumped onto the counter, placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes on two victims. ”You have five seconds to get the fuck out of the kitchen. Five. Four. Three.” Candela wanted them out of the kitchen so she can clean up a little of what’s left. Before she could get to two, Veronica raised her hands in defeat and left the kitchen. She didn’t wait for Rafael to leave when she jumped off the counter and went to retrieve mop from pantry next to wine cellar.
Candela placed baking goods back in the oven, wiped counter down once more, mopped floor and left the dishes in the sink. She will place them in the dishwasher after dinner. She looked at the egg on the ceiling and placed the mop on it. It was a fail attempt as she was short and upside down mop was rather heavy and uncomfortable for her. After several failed attempts, she decided to leave it alone and tell one of the guys to help her clean it later. She placed the mop back where she found it and went upstairs to get ready. She decided a quick shower was a must before getting ready.
Post by Seth Rivers on Oct 11, 2021 9:03:21 GMT -5
After all the excitement in the kitchen, Seth walked into the living room and noticed Tash had started decorating the tree and was in a festive looking elf costume. The little white accents outlined the curves of her body well. He watched as she poured herself some rum into a cup full of ice and quickly pulig it up to her lips and drank it down. He began to remember the last time she had gotten so drunk, it was the night they had both awakened covered in dirt sleeping in the cemetery. It almost seemed so long ago now. He just told her that she wouldn't start anything with Candi tonight. The last thing he wanted to do when he was trying to keep the two blondes separated all evening. The only plus side to his friend drinking the way she was that usually she was happy whe. She did it. It was the morning after you had to worry about. Watching her look in his direction but practically staring through him his eyes fell on Catcher and Candi.
He moved off from watching her and walked past Candi throwing a copious amount of glitter all over Catcher and his snowy white outfit. "I bet by the end of the night we will all end up covered in that shit." He laughed but Seth couldn't really understand what was going with Catch's costume. It would probably be explained to him later as Claude had the habit of being a little more crazy than anyone else in the group. Thinking it was about time for him to get dressed himself Seth walked over to the fireplace where he had set his bag down at some point. He didn't even remember when he did with all the excitement going. Picking it up by the string handle, he took it with him upstairs. He headed to the room he and Veronica would be sharing. unless Raf was successful with his attempt to get Veronica's attention and she decided to room with him instead. He had chosen to share the room with her to make it less likely for Raf to want to bug her if she had picked a room of her own. He felt somewhat required to look after the girls. It came from both being their friend first but a superior to them in the pack. It made him feel protective of the two even though he was younger than them.
Taking the dark brass knob into his hand he opened the door into the small room locking the door behind him. He didn't want Veronica to walk in on him changing. Seth had learned this to be a good practice being the only man in the house with a woman there wasn't much privacy. Now everytime he walked into a room where he would be getting underdressed it was then the first thing he did. Pulling the costume out of the bag Seth looked at the picture on the garment bag and sighed. Catcher had an outfit that covered his whole body and one again he would end up in something which seemed to cover barely little and wearing a pair of angel wings and a halo. Strippig on his clothing he put them in a little pile on the lower buck which Veronica said he could have. He opened the bag and pulled out a knee length white cotton skirt and slipped it on. He was glad the fit was loose so he did have to worry about it riding up all night like the time hadn't worn pants. Putting the wings on next which buckled up across his chest with black leather straps. His chest was bare besides exposing his thin but muscular body.
He took a few steps closer to the door, catching his reflection in the mirror. It didn't look too bad but he was undecided if he should remove his nipple ring. So far he has left it and it hasn't caused any issues with phasing. He just assumed when he passed it wouldn't be something that didn't change position much so he never removed it. The belly ring and he had taken it out soon after and never thought about it again. It heals so fast you would have even noticed something was there. He picked up the halo and placed it on his head but adjusted the frame so it sits crooked. He was far from an angel, so with it bent at an angle more lopsided than straight he walked out of the bedroom down the stairs.
He strolled back down the stairs making his way back down. The host had decided to wear a red a white costume with a black bucket hat penciled on a mustache most likely because he couldn't grow one for himself. If he was able to, he would have probably had some fun with his facial hair changing up his style when he had the chance. Seth wasn't sure what caused them to even find this vampire; he was sure glad they had changed what perception he had of the blood sucking creatures with just one joke about Bigfoot and weiner. "Claude, why do you get to wear more clothes than me ? I thought you were the stripper?"
He could help but to look over at Cloud who was dressed as the dark molasses coloured cookie outline in an icing white colored trim. He had been standing there with a stand of garland around his neck, he had seen to grab Natasha's attention because within a minute or two she had grabbed the end of the garland and pulled him in close to speak. Her face was a little redder than usual and she had seemed to become more bold. "Naughty or nice, Tash you should slow down a little." She changed the music and headed into the kitchen dancing into the room. Seth walked over the couch and began to untangle the Christmas lights in the old musty box pulling them out slowly to prevent them from tangling up again. He started to lay it out in a row on the floor when he heard a knock on the door. Between the music and whatever was going on in the kitchen no one had seemed to hear anything. He walked over and opened it up to see who had made the trip up the mountain. Standing there was a man all bundled up in winter clothing holding an insulated bag in his hands looking to come inside. Stepping out of the way Seth let the man inside the cabin."Guys, I think dinner is here."
Post by Veronica Call on Oct 12, 2021 7:16:19 GMT -5
She listened to Cloud talk about their friends and what he said made sense. He was right that Seth will be in the tough position at the end versus everyone else. Seth had matured over the years, a part of her was happy to see him taking care of things that brothers normally do. This was the first time she felt like she and Cloud somewhat had decent conversation. Veronica looked at Cloud and smiled. Adult man child knows what he is talking about. ”For once, there is hope for you Bash.” She looked at Natasha then Catcher and Cloud was right. They did look good together but that didn’t stop her being concerned friend. At the same time, she felt like she was being selfish. Her friends deserves someone just like her. Now that Natasha’s imprint was broken and doing her thing, she hoped Natasha would find someone who will treat her right. She sighed and shook her head as tears were forcing their way out.
What caught her to be emotional while everyone was, somewhat, cheerful was beyond her. She didn’t know nor wanted to dwell on it. ”What do you mean he’s never have come back?” Veronica was confused by what Cloud meant. Catcher’s type a person that is kind, sweet and would be there for people that mattered to him the most. After the date, he swooped in and took her away. She felt like she was on cloud nine when him on the bike. He took charge of the situation once again in her life. That night often repeated in her head along with other moments where it was just them. What they had was something out of the ordinary. They fell into relationship to fast that they didn’t give each other time to water and nurture what they had. If he hadn’t left and she hadn’t imprinted, she imagined them being happy.
Veronica looked at the baked goods and smiled. ”We make a good team.” She patted Cloud on the shoulder then hers. Mostly Cloud did the work but they did make a good team. Her ears perked up when hearing word armadillo and made a face. It took her back to the vineyard where stupid human decided to keep armadillo as a pet. ”Fearless stupid Lorenzo is here?! You were the one who was scared of that animal. Xi had to come in and save everyone.” She remembers that day as if it was yesterday. It was also a time she holds dear to her heart. Her horrified expression changed to a goofy smile. It was also the day she found out she was a wolf. ”Good times…” She said to herself.
Veronica was busy cleaning the mess and ignored Cloud being pushed out of the kitchen by big guy. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. No matter what she said, it wasn’t going to effect Rafael or anyone. She let it be and will say something when right time comes. She did her breathing exercise that doctor told her to do when she felt herself getting worked up on stupid things. All thoughts slipped her mind when she felt his cool hand on her waist. Her eyes softened when he had apologized for getting upset and all she could do was shake her head. She waited for him to finish talking before interrupting him. She didn’t want him to take his hand off of her, instead she wanted him pull her in and kiss her breathlessly. If he wasn’t going to do it, she would have done it in a heartbeat.
But something in her made her stop. Candela’s face appeared in her mind same time Natasha came and fed Rafael a brownie. She pulled away from Rafael, giving them at least couple feet distance between them and calmed herself down. Remember she thought this would be a great memory of them being together and celebrating Christmas? Yeah, now it feels like a nightmare for Veronica. She was attracted to a man, her friend’s ex, when she shouldn’t be. There were things that he didn’t mark off on her ‘the one’ list and let’s be honest, the amount of guys’ attention she had back in the day was tad scary. Veronica had eyes for one guy that time and right now he was looking at her and Rafael’s interaction with Candela. What she didn’t saw coming was cold water being sprayed on her bottom half of her body, making her yell ‘HEY’ to her tiny blond friend.
Between Natasha and Candela creating a distraction for her was a blessing. If it wasn’t for them, she would have cave in and did something on impulse. Veronica poured herself a shot, drank it, making it burn as it went down her throat. ”You didn’t have to wet us like that, fam. But you win.” Veronica set her glass down, raised her arms in defeat and walked out the kitchen. She almost bumped into Seth, her eyes twinkled with laughter as she looked at him. ”I believe Heaven is missing a sexy Angel.” Seth being in Angel outfit made her day. He could pull off wearing any types of clothes and he wears it like he owns it. He looked like Leah in some outfit, it was uncanny how much brother and sister resembles when wearing same gender clothes.
Veronica made her way up the stairs, grabbed towel from closet, picked up her phone and went to bathroom. Locking door behind her, she unlocked her phone and played music while she showered. She stripped her clothes off, turned on the shower and jumped in without waiting for water to get warm. She hummed along the song while standing under the water. Downstairs chattered were drowned by her music and water running. It was little escape for her from everyone and everything. Taking her hair out of hair tie, she lathered shampoo into her hair and scalp, making sure to wash all the egg, water, flour away.
Last Edit: Oct 12, 2021 12:08:41 GMT -5 by Veronica Call
Post by Claudius Galloway on Oct 13, 2021 8:35:40 GMT -5
As all his guests began getting into costume Claude couldn't hide the smile on his face. It was like he had stolen Raf's cheesy smile and slapped it on his own. Looking around the room, everything about Clademas had seemed to be falling into place. Seeing Cloud in the cookie suite and enjoying it made him think he had made the right choice making the tall puffy haired guy there something that brought joy into the world. It was soothing that everyone needs more of these days. It was one of the reasons why he had thought to bring everyone together. In some way with all his research he had decided this for him. Alone these people were all fine but together they were a spectacular bunch."Though you would say that Puffball, you're the only one who could pull off being a happy goofy cookie." He adjusted his bucket hat and walked closer towards the kitchen. He didn't really need to but sometimes acted more human-like to make others more comfortable than him just standing and staring in the corner.
He peered inside to see Raf holding Veronica close and Candi and Catcher watching them from a short distance. The big guy and Queenie actually looked happy for a second but Candi didn't seem to like the little display of affection going on in the corner. It made Claude feel bad for his little blonde employee; it must have been hard for her to see her ex with the Hawaiian hunk. Even if she didn't have feelings for him Calude felt some part of Candi wishes things would have been different for them. It was good to see that she had Catcher in whatever weird relationship they had but it was obvious Sprinkles got jealous everytime they were close and began acting like she had something to prove. She certainly had enough to drink, she was strangling Cloud with the decorative sparkly ropes. He listened as she said she was naughty when she was drinking, he knew this could be true and just hoped the rest of the group would all have a lot of fun too. Flashbacks of the night she had been a wild woman at the nightclub came into his mind. That night she was a fun sparkly little troll wearing a paper bag. He hadn't seen her that crazy again but after a few banana pills she might be just wild later and he loves to see her be so again.
Claude's attention was pulled away by Seth first asking about his costume and why it had covered more skin then his own. "Vampires can't be angels, we have no souls. Nutcrackers don't have them either." He shrugged his shoulders. It is what he was told by others the moment you become a vampire tpir soul leaves your body never to return. It didn't seem accurate though, and it was possible it all was a lie. Even though he was technically dead Claude felt he wasn't hollow there was still something in himself that brought him joy and happiness and whatever that was it made him greatly appreciate his afterlife.ao gar they bear part had been making friends with the group that had all joined him for Claudemas. Before he was all alone, just him and Blue but now in some way he had found a family.
The elf changed the music and started dancing around and Claude joined in as Feather came down dressed as the reindeer. She looked just as graceful as she thought he would be in the velvety brown outfit. He had seen the armadillo that she had clutched in her hand and he wasn't sure why she liked it so much. She asked him if she could keep the thing and there was no way he was going to say no to her. "Sure keep it there isn't really anything I was planning with him anyway. If you think he's a great Deer then you keep him." Claude tapped Feather on the nose and laughed. She seemed to be enjoying herself more too and overhearing that he wanted to cause some mischief earlier he found her very interesting. He leaned in close and whispers in her ear quietly. "I think you should use your littlest mistletoe later to make the elf and the fairy kiss, they should be friend's anyway. I think it would make Ronaldo happy." It might not exactly make him happy but it would be funny to see Candi and Tash kiss. They two dislike each other for some reason. It was probably because they both had some feeling for Ronaldo. It would either made them nicer to each other or make them even greater enemies.
A knock on the door came and it pulled his attention away for a second. He could smell it was a human on the other side of the door, probably the one who had their dinner to deliver. He was about to open the door when the angel boy made his way over first, letting the man bundle up from head to toe into the house carrying the insulated food bag. "Welcome delivery guy, maybe if you don't have another engagement this evening you should join us for dinner." Claude didn't even know who this man was yet but if he had to drive all the way in from the closest town he might as well offer him the portion of the feast he certainly wasn't going to eat. He slapped the man and showed him off to the kitchen where to place the food down.