Elfia Nightwing
Five Thousand Club
Ellie smiled, pouring herself a mug of tea, holding it in her hands," Maria," she smiled taking a sip.
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"Oh lovely, you're drunk off your ass..." Grabbing the imp he spoke to the satyrs, "I'm sorry but my friend here has to leave, important business he has to attend to." Graeme dragged Oliver back toward the entrance and whispered to him. "Whatever happened doesn't matter, but honestly you took Vince's favorite shirt apparently. We better get you home quick." Graeme grumpled and continued dragging him tempted to stuff the squirt into his satchel.Cryobionic said:The imp let out a high pitched, almost crazed giggle as he looked up at the shapeshifter, hiccuping a little, "Hih there, big guy," He chirped, waving his hand around wildly to the amusement of his satyr companions, "Whacha... whatchahwacha dooing?" He slurred happily, bursting into another fit of giggles, his tail curling itself around his arm. His dark hair was a mess, standing out every-which way, and his pupils were dilated, making the yellow glow of his eyes dim somewhat. The neck of his way to large shirt had slipped down his shoulder, and there was stains on the dark fabric. Oliver poked the man in the stomach, grinning up at him.
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"Nonsense Oliver" Getting up he grabbed Oliver again, "Still, we need to go to the cafe. You're needed for some stuff... though I can tell it will have to wait till you're sober again." Graeme sighed and headed to the cafe keeping Oliver close by. He was two seconds from stuffing the imp into his satchel, with or without the cat.Cryobionic said:"Whaat?" The imp blinked lazily, looking up at the man in confusion. "No... I can't," He murmured, before letting himself go limp, kicking out his feet as he landed on the ground, giggling as he felt them connect with the shapeshifters ankles. It effectively made the man fall backwards, hitting the ground with a solid thump. Oliver laughed, running back into the pub, emerging a minute later, arms full of black, wriggling fur.
"I can't leeeeave without Bratwurst!" He told him indignantly, looking down at Graeme with a slight frown, "That would be veeery irresph... I mean, irresponsible of me. As a pet owner." Then, the imp gasped loudly and his eyes widened and he pointed an accusatory finger at the fallen man, "D'ya think I'm a bad pet owner? Huh?" He demeaned offended.
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