Bracelets for the soul

    Cyrus couldn't contain his laughter. "I got nothing to hide, so hell if I care!" he grinned, glancing over at Aberdeen as they answered.
 

    Cyrus smirked and nodded. "Those sound like the words of a very smart and handsome and modest man," he flashed a grin to Aberdeen before laughing.



     The scientist snorted at his new nickname, which was of equal caliber as 'lettuce'. He couldn't exactly complain. "Finally an endearing nickname from you kiddo! I've been waiting. It's almost as good as 'couchfucker'," he laughed. "Lettuce, it'll come a lot easier if you aren't so fucking judgy," he hummed, tapping his fingers on the edge of the couch.

    "But when research and understanding is the end-goal," his voice became more serious, "Don't let arbitrary rules stop you~" he hummed, locking eye contact with her and lightly tapping the bracelet before staring down at the ferret. This oughta be good.

The ferret spun around and hissed. He was a very tiny ferret and these people were quite large comparatively. Being jostled by them was quite unwelcome. He then shot a glare at both Alraada and the damned highlighted as they argued right after asking him a question. "My fucking name isn't ferret, it's Jaeger. Now shut up." He got on his hinds to make himself feel just a bit bigger and looked around at the crowd before speaking one more in his loud, Jersey accent. "I can talk because I'm a demon, and if you don't believe me than he right there-"

He had to move his entire body to clearly point at Alti.

"-can tell you. Little shit smells disgusting. I don't know WHAT he is, but it's some awful orgy of human and only the kind of demons a complete idiot would ever interact with."

"Like Dantalion, fuck that guy."

Vale remained quiet for a bit, not looking at Simon or anyone now, just awkwardly rubbing his hands together and doing his best not to focus on what Alraada was saying. Although many others had spoken up at this point, his mind was stuck on her words.

I'm afraid my partner doesn't exactly enjoy my presence.

She was wrong about that. She was a breath of fresh air to him after eight years of being in the shadows.

But at the same time, they were strangers. Their beds reflected that. He knew nothing about her. Nothing at all. 

He didn't deserve to be upset about whatever she had to say.

"Yes, excuse you," Vale said, flustered and on his feet. His resolve to try and remain detached from the current conversation melted in an instant once Alraada was grabbed by Alti. He glared at the sexualized barbie doll and grabbed Alraada's shoulder strongly. "What the hell do you think you're doing? We're supposed to be getting to know our own soul mates, not grabbing every body we see." He narrowed his eyes at the man, but he wasn't really confident he was doing this for the right reasons. Did he care for her? Or did he just want to prove something to her? Her doubt in him was starting to make him question his own motives. "Let her go."

Aberdeen continued to sit on the couch, not saying a word. Now they were dealing with demons too. It made just about as much sense as anything else that had happened today. Hell, Aberdeen themself was a cheap knock-off of the Headless Horseman, so there wasn't much they could complain about in terms of 'weird.' Hell, the fact that the ferret was possessed made more sense than the little rodent just learning to talk on their own. "Cool."
Suddenly, things began to get even more interesting. Vale seemed about ready to hit Alti, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The man seemed to get off to getting knocked around, so Aberdeen wasn't about to step in. Not unless things got really out of control.  

"Cool your jets, Vale. Alti isn't REALLY interested in Alraada. I mean, given the past few hours, I think its pretty clear who'll be getting Alti's poorly-wrapped package." They said as they gestured over to Cyrus. "Just chill out, lets go back to just having fun. No need to throw blows. That'd make the rest of these 3 months even more awkward." They chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit

Aberdeen stood up from the couch, seeing as it seemed joking around wasn't going to solve any of this. "If you tell me to shut my mouth again, I'm gonna throw you out of this goddamn plane. But, yeah, you're right. Alti, go back to groping Cyrus instead. Game's over." They placed their shirt back on and grabbed their jacket that had still been on the couch.

"That rule should be put under a much BIGGER rule. Have self control. Something not just Alti is lacking." They motioned to the broken table and shattered glass. "But hey, that's just me. Decide whatever the fuck you want. I'm done with this. I'll be in my room. Nice to meet everybody!" They shouted sarcastically as they slowly began walking back towards their room.

Alti stood there shaking, his eyes focused on the man threatening him, his thoughts far too jumbled to even process any of the words directed towards him and the girl. Even though he had no real memories of the walking jumpsuit, something about them felt eerily familiar to him. "Y-you...." he shakily muttered, his grip beginning to loosen on Alraada's waist but the one clasping her hand continued to squeeze it tighter, as if doing so gave him comfort in this confusingly stressful situation. "Wh-wh...why is y-your eye c-covered?" These words, while diced in their delivery, seemed to just flow out of his mouth naturally, but why? Alti let go of the girl and let his arms fall to their sides as he forced himself to look anywhere else but the other man's face. The floor. Ah yes, perfect. Alti glared at the floor between him and the girl, visibly irritated as he struggled to figure out what exactly was wrong with him. He shut everything out in that moment, searching through the maze of his mind to see where those words and these... feelings originated, hitting a dead end every time, just like back the bedroom. "This is so frustrating..." he grumbled through bared teeth. A prickling warmth began to circle against his back, the new sensation making him jump. As the heat grew more intense, Alti appeared to grow calmer and calmer until....

Silence.

Alti snapped up and looked around at the mentions of his name. He was standing now. Huh. He looked back to Cyrus. Wasn't I sitting over... he thought, shaking his head a little as he looked before him, slowly but vaguely remembering how he ended up on the other side of the lounge. Something about loosening up, he recalled, turning over to Vale's steamed eye. Alti raised an eyebrow at the man in the rather interesting outfit, and then to another man, one he did not exactly know at all.

"Tch-"

Oh, of course. He got here because the little green one was being... difficult(?) earlier. He shrugged at the muddled thought. He looked between the two men, a smirk etching his features. They looked just as difficult as her, and the taller of the two seemed to really be irritated for some reason. Alti glanced down at the man's wrist, and then looked at the girl's. Ah. His smirk became a full grin as he became aware of the little scene he apparently caused. "Oh, what won't be tolerated?" he said cheekily to Vale, holding his arms out toward the girl and pulling her into an even tighter embrace. "This?"

He giggled as he let go of Alraada once more and turned back to Vale, poking a finger in the other man's chest. "Well, if you ask me, I'd say you need to loosen up WAY more than your little girlfriend~ You AND this guy over here!" he said in reference to Simon. With a twirl, Alti popped off his top hat and elegantly placed it on Vale's head before going back to the couch, sitting next to Cyrus this time. 

Vale started to pull Alraada back, but the man had released her and there was no need to get violent with him, although his taunting was surely asking for it. Vale noted what Simon said, and decided that what had happened wasn't worth another scene like had happened earlier with Aberdeen. That really hadn't needed a scene either, but these people just continued to press him in ways that made him want to do more than just toss insults back and forth. He hated these serious moments, and the sooner they diffused them, the better.

Vale lightly touched the rim of the hat, smiling giddily in Alti's direction. "Oh, I don't like to be angry. So yes! Let's relax and put this moment behind us." He tilted the hat forward so it covered half of his face, but still revealed his glaring left eye, which burned daggers into the other's skull. "But you pull shit like this again and I'll break your fucking face in." He took off the hat and threw it at Alti. "Hoho~! I think it's safe to say the game is over. It's been fun~!!"