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[precursor_dax]

Characters: Daxter, OPEN to Vincent's household and the Eco Barrel household
When: August 22, all evening
Where: The Eco Barrel
Rating: PG(since the event is still on during this.)
Summary: Daxter decides to have a friendly "Bonding Night" at his place.

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HALLO

[loudmouthchosen]

Zelos hummed to himself as he headed to the main area of the Eco Barrel. He had dressed down in jeans and his black tank. To clash less with his Neon purple hair.

As he entered the room he was moderately surprised to see the foodstuff already taken care of. An amused smile crossed his lips at that AND seeing Neon rainbow Daxter practically nestled into a Blue beanbag. Zelos glanced at the animals but did particularly mind that they were in to enjoy the Party before walking over to Daxter.

"Yo Rainbow Brite." Zelos grinned turning the potential taunt into an affectionate nickname. "When did you get the beanbags? And when did you learn to cook?" He asked as he looked at the beanbags deciding which one to claim. ...Most likely the purple one, so as not to clash though the pink one was tempting too.

((ooc: ttly making up beanbag colors oh yes. 8D ))

HEEEEEEEYYYYY~

[precursor_dax]

"Sup Violet Wand, like the spread? Got the beanbags days ago, an' I'm more talented than you'll ever know~" The Ottsel replied with a friendly wink as he turned onto his back. Tik hopped onto his furry chest and settled down.

((ooc: Well the beanbags won't pick their own colors. <3))

PFFFFFT. Violet Wand, Better then Neon Grape.

[loudmouthchosen]

Zelos made a face and stuck out his tongue at the nickname. However his smile returned and he dragged over the Violet beanbag before sitting down in it. "Nice spread. Real nice. Like the beanbags too and can't wait ta try the food." He raised an eyebrow at the small purple bug that settled onto Daxter's chest. " What's that?"

((ooc: The only question is WHO GET THE PINK BEANBAG NOW?))

[ff_red_turk]

Vincent wasn't sure just why he'd said he'd come. Maybe because it'd remind him of nights spent in the darkest corner of Seventh Heaven, watching over Tifa and ready to intervene if things got rough and Barett and Cloud were out of town.

Using the front door felt almost weird, but Vincent slinked in the way he usually slinked in anywhere, eyes already scanning the place for a quiet corner from where to watch and observe.

[precursor_dax]

Naturally though, Daxter spotted him...that was why he'd wanted him to use the door. hopping out of his seat he sauntered over. "Heya Vince, glad you could make it!" he said cheerfully, pointing to a spot where the Turk could do whatever Vincent's did in corners. "Ya should take a bean with ya...might be more comfortable."

[ff_red_turk]

Vincent blinked at the Ottsel's words.

"A ... bean ?"

He seiously had no idea how a bean could make him more comfortable in those circumstances."

[precursor_dax]

Daxter waved an arm over to where the beanbag chair were. "You know, beanbag chairs. Pick a color an' I'll even bring it over."