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[not_riku_thx]

Who: Residents of Gohl Ave. Rowhouse
Where: 1st floor apartment, Living Room.
When: Early to Late Evening, the night after Prince's kidnapping incident
Rating: PG? Except that parental guidance is few and far between in the punkass kid's house, and comes in the form of Iroh. Who does pretty passive guidance, if he can get away with it.
Summary: Prydain

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[xxadeptroguexx]

Ew...Grape-flavored.
The ash-grey haired boy scoffed as he took a seat down, crossing his legs and arms as he did so. He glanced around the room. Everyone was accounted for; since when did the household get so large? Has he been out too much?
Oh well.

Haseo sat nearest Prydain, just staring at the disgusting Kool-aid that Prydain had picked for tonight.

"That crap tastes like cough medicine, Pry." He spat, "We run out of cherry?"

Wait..why did that matter?
Right, the securing of the house, the kidnappings. Haseo had to participate in that, and he certainly intended to.

"-Anyways...I'm sure we're just gonna add up on the shifts for look-out, right? I can make a list of the supplies we need, and we can go out tomorrow for all that. Have a hunting trip or two.
We should figure out a system to help maybe lock our doors at night. The locks here are rusty and just junk, so we can probably get heavy, sturdy objects to block the doors."

[adarkwindblows]

Socializing was something Vaati loathed. He only came downstairs when he absolutely had to, and occasionally to help with the odd hunt or supply run. Even when he was out of his room, he did his best to not talk to anyone aside from a few snide remarks. He wasn't a people person. Having his hair burnt short by Walter didn't help with the matter, either.

So being dragged out of his attic by Prydain had put the wind mage in a foul mood. He had work to do, he didn't have time for meaningless chatter. Vaati drummed his fingers impatiently on the armrest of his chair, wondering how much longer this would last. Well, maybe he could plot ahead for his little project in the meantime and pretend he wasn't there. He would need more yellow thread...

What was this project, you ask? Vaati didn't plan on telling anyone, but hopefully it'd be done before the cold winter weather came in.

[embracethewaves]

Kool-aid. Umi never understood why Prydain liked it so much; it didn't even taste like the fruit it pretended to be flavored as. Since there was a seeming total lack of tea in the whole city (ugh, what she wouldn't give for even a little cup of milk tea!), she had taken to drinking mostly water. She took a sip from her glass now, more thoughtfully than anything, glancing at the room through flickering lantern-light.

Six months...

They felt as much like family to her now as Hikaru and Fuu did.

She paused a moment at the question, tapping a finger to her cheek. "I was wondering if maybe there was a way to set up an ice box or something like that," she mused. "Maybe we could store food more easily like that."

[passivepastel]

Naminé wasn't much use in meetings like these. She didn't have many strong opinions, and certainly not about ways to ensure her comfort and safety in Discedo. She was happy with what she could get. Happy. She was glad to see Vaati down out of his attic, at least. Glad. Avoiding everyone couldn't be good for him.

She didn't have anything to speak up about... so she drew as she listened. She had her own crayons and paper aside from what had been laid out on the living room table. It was fun. It really was.