[BACKDATED TO UM SOMETIME LAST WEEK]

[onthenightroad]

[IS WHEREVER YOU NEED HIM TO BE]

((HI. If I missed playing with you while Abel was carded, especially if I ended up dropping your thread and you wanted to play, please tag here :D he's in manipulative mode for the record))

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[dieinnafire]

[PICK UP THIS DAMN THREAD WITH ME]

[onthenightroad]

My, my, Mr. Barvon. Are you complaining about my personal reservations?

[dieinnafire]

I would never.

[onthenightroad]

You hardly need more inappropriate aspects to your relationships with your colleagues, you know? It would just be weird.

[dieinnafire]

You aren't one of my colleagues.

[onthenightroad]

No? Then what word would you use?

[dieinnafire]

Acquaintance I've gotten to know far too well.

[onthenightroad]

[shifts on his feet. scratches his neck at his collar.]

--would you call that a step up from what we were originally?

[dieinnafire]

What were we originally?

[onthenightroad]

Well--you were food. And I was...

[hark! is that a flash of red in his eyes!]

[dieinnafire]

[narrows his eyes]

Father Nightroad.

[onthenightroad]

[HAIR TWITCHING UPWARDS, HAND FLYING OVER HALF OF FACE IN STUNNED SHOCK, SUBTLE SHIFT IN AIR PRESSURE, CRACKLE OF ELECTRICITY

also a thin tree some meters away probably explodes, or something]

--hungry.

[dieinnafire]

[steps back]

I have said I am willing to help you prevent it from getting to this point. Nightroad!

[onthenightroad]

Ha.

[presses a hand to a tree to steady himself because he is shaking very slightly, but--oh. look. claws nearly go right through the bark. that is kind of uncool. also directly overhead, storm of sorts a-brewin'.]

[dieinnafire]

[taking another step back shit shit shit]

[onthenightroad]

[the picture of not safe right now, the only thing missing from this picture being the wings, veins starting to get inky-dark on the bit of throat visible above his collar--]