Bracelets for the soul

Nace tried to shrug off Amil's sudden change in appearance, but even someone as thick headed as him could realize something was off with this physical of a change. "No thanks um...Amil," There was hesitation in his voice, and it was weird that he even called Amil his name in the first place. He usually stuck to cheesy pet names or insults, and it wasn't until this moment, when he was actively saying it that he realized something was very wrong. Almost like he was trying to convince himself that this WAS Amil. But it had to be...right?

He looked him up and down again, his brow furrowed as he scowled. "I just...don't get you." He muttered, a sense of deja vu washing over him from when he'd last said something similar. "Come on, man, what's up with this shit show? Who the fuck are you?" He was still trying to hold onto the idea that this was Amil. Anything else would surely be ridiculous. 

    "Ohohoho, slow your roll down there, Virgin Mary!" he blurted out suddenly after hearing hopefully the last apology out of her for the night, propping himself up on his forearm as he hastily shoved his other arm through a portal, "You're not going anywhere." Behind Alraada appeared a moderately small portal, Alti's hand emerging from it instantly and grabbing onto the back of the chair. In a few turns, he navigated the girl to face the vacant bed in the room and briskly pushed her towards it, closing both portals once he tore his arm away. "Sorry to say this, but I can't trust you to stay safe for the night. And for a while after that. Probably." he said bluntly, pulling himself off of the bed and sauntering over to the door, the bitterness in his voice still refusing to fade despite his calm composure. "Now, where the fuck are your things?"

    Alti shrugged off Alraada's insisting she wasn't their problem for the umpteenth time and placed a hand on the door's handle, thinking to himself for a second. While she wasn't exactly wrong, and while he didn't initially want to help her, he did feel that by 'protecting her' he was standing by and acting on his own personal philosophies, which always felt great. He stopped his hand after opening the door mid-way after Alraada's shaky voice hit his ears. Alti turned over to her, his pursed lips curling themselves up into a smirk at her reddened face. Aww, how cute~ He playfully stuck his tongue out at her before leaving the room entirely, his good mood fouling a bit once he remembered that he never once actually stepped foot in Aberdeen and Maicy's quarters, or even cared to look inside. Dammit. He knocked instead. 

"AH!" Aberdeen awoke with a yelp, the knocking on the door coming as a surprise to them. They opened the bathroom door, still groggy from their nap, only to realize that wasn't the door the knocking had come from. They noticed their smoke had slowly began seeping beneath the doorway, prompting them to relocate it back to its position above their neck. That must be why it was so loud...

Aberdeen peered through the peephole, recognizing Alti on the other side. A pit began to grow in their stomach as questions for why he would show up began to form in their mind. Were they on okay terms now? They had apologized. But did he accept it? Probably not. Aberdeen let out a sigh and opened the door slightly, not bothering to reform their head.

"Uh.....what's up?" They asked, confused.

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Like a fly to honey. 

Zadinya smiled warmly at Nace, wrapping his arm around the red heads shoulder and pulling him close. "Good things come to those who wait~" He cooed in the man's ear before letting him go, a small giggle escaping his lips. "Play your cards right, and you'll get all the answers you want! Whether or not that's really what you want is a whole other story." He finished, his sinister grin returning as he hummed a jazzy tune.

Zadinya threw the casino doors open after a few minutes of walking, bellowing "DADDY'S HOOOOOOOOOOOME~" as he stepped inside. He turned back to his partner and motioned around the room. "Oooooooooo listen to those slot machines whirl~! Music to my ears! Mmm!" He cheered. "You're lucky your rolling with me tonight, babe, cuz losing ain't my thing~! You just stand there and look pretty and I'll bring home the big bucks in no time, flat~" He patted Nace's face as he made his way over to the roulette table.

Maicy got out of her trance and took note on somebody that was knocking on the door. She closed the window and was about to answer the door but to her surprise, Aberdeen got out of the bathroom and answered the door slightly. On the spot she was in, she didn't see who is at the door but she did hear who's voice it was. It was Alti's. He's saying he's here for Alraada's stuff? What does he mean by that? Maicy walked over to the door and asked.

"What do you mean?" Maicy asked, confused with what's going on. "Is everything going okay?"

"Hmph." Aberdeen shut the door and locked it. After learning about Alti's powers on the first date, they'd prefer to keep him out of their room as long as they could. "There's no point in arguing with him, he won't listen to whatever anyone else says. He's better friends with Alraada anyways. I doubt he'd be lying about something like this." They spoke flatly, somewhat hurt that Alraada felt safer with Cyrus and Alti than with them and Maicy.

Once they packed all of the lettuce haired girl's things, they walked back towards the door, opened it just wide enough to fit her bag through and tossed it out. "Catch." They muttered, plainly. "Later." They shut the door again and locked it once more. "Lets just enjoy the rest of our night, I guess.."

    Alti's artificial smile soon broke due to shock and quickly morphed into a scowl after Aberdeen, one of the only people in this experiment he thought he was actually on decent terms with over the past couple of weeks, slammed their door right in his face. They should've consider themselves lucky therapy and recent back-and-forth with Amil had exhausted him both mentally and emotionally, for to him if he hadn't been knocked down a few pegs right now, that door was coming down whether the other couple wanted it demolished or not. Had there been something wrong with his request? It seemed like an innocent enough question! Perhaps it was the way he said it that turned them off, then? Maybe! Or maybe it was just him they still didn't trust.....

    These thoughts bumbled around in Alti's head, the scantily clad man convinced that the couple was preparing themselves to hold the foreign luggage hostage for the night. It truly sucked that there was no portalling into their room; that would've made this so much easier, but no.... I guess they just don't trust me, then! That fucker! he fumed in his thoughts, I bet if I got Cyrus' ass to come down here, you'd be rushing to break that door down yourself with ya' thirsty ass! He was too stuck in his own thoughts to overhear the conversation going on on the other side of the door, not realizing Aberdeen and Maicy had already decided to give in to his simple demands. After giving it much thought, he stamped his foot down. He wasn't about to take this. Alti promptly raised his hand again, about to knock on the couple's door a second time but pausing with a mild heat on his face after the door opened before his fist could even make contact. And then the girl's bag was thrown at him. Rude.... He pouted at the door, immaturely sticking his tongue out at the piece of wood as if it were the cause of all his dismay before retracting it once it opened a second time, the man soon finding himself balancing some fast food on top of the lettuce-haired girl's bags. Well, shit. Mumbling, Alti saved himself the trouble of walking over to his room with his newly-impaired view of the hallway and running the risk of dropping everything by simply portalling over to Alraada's new bed. He set everything he was carrying beside it, taking the soda for himself as he walked over to the door and locked it before taking a seat next to his partner.

    "OK, done! They got 'ya some food, I guess," he muttered while pointing at the paper bag, the cold sugar-water seeming to do the trick of calming him down, "Said you should heat it up or somethin'." After a few more gulps, he looked over at his partner, realizing that he left him with some rather vague information before he left. "So, where were we again?"