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[pellameno]

Who: Pell, Flick, Cal, and Ulaume
What: Pell gets everyone together to implore them to get along and it inevitably turns into a bitchfest.
Where: 1402
When: now!
Warnings: language, possible mentions of murder

This isn't going to go well and Pell knows it, but he's doing it anyway -- and that's the shorthand for his entire life, really.

As happy as he is with Cal here, he misses his best friend. And (unfortunately) Flick now comes with Ulaume. Which means all four of them are going to have to learn to get along somehow. They can't just keep avoiding each other, and the city isn't big enough if he thought that was a solution. So he's asked Flick to come back home and bring his chesnari. If he can be civil so can they. This Cal hasn't yet done what Flick hates him for, maybe it's possible that he never does.

He hasn't told Cal that the others are coming by, and they're curled up in the living room when there's a knock at the door. Pell bolts up to answer it. "Don't move," he orders Cal, his hand on the doorknob. And then he opens it to usher Flick and Ulaume in.

Let the fighting begin.

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[sarestes]

"Do you really want to?" he asks Flick, as if it's merely an idle question. It's probably going to happen. He has a feeling it will. Best to give in and be there in the morning with an 'I told you so'.

(He might regret it all too. Flick isn't the only one drunk, and he's impulsive enough sober.)

[pellameno]

"It seems like he does." Pell looks from Ulaume to Flick, trying to read whether this drunken impulse is something he'd consider a mistake later. He's not in his friend's head enough to just know. "This isn't the Cal you hate. He only bites if you want him to."

He nuzzles into Cal's neck, feeling flushed and warm and comfortable for the first time since the others came over.

[pyralisit]

Cal slides his arms around Pell's shoulders again, smiling softly as he continued to watch Flick. Perhaps it was just the alcohol, but the whole situation was inordinately amusing.

"If you ask nicely I'll even be gentle."

[saltrock_imp]

Flick shook his head and Lor, even though he was looking at Pellaz and Cal. " I don't think it's a matter of want anymore. If we're going to live together, it's a matter of need." He'd still probably regret it in the morning. Or they all might learn something and regret would only be an afterthought.

"You trust Cal. I trust Lor." He traced Ulaume's chest with his fingers, tearing his gaze away from Pellaz and his chesnari to his own. "Lor?"

[sarestes]

"Are you asking my permission? I don't mind if you do." Manipulative, sure, pretending he didn't understand the question. He hasn't been outright invited to join in though... and it'd be flattering if they did. He's the dangerous wild snake to two of the hara here, so they should be made to ask.

One more sharing of breath privately with Flick though. Shhh. Let them decide.

[pellameno]

"I was assuming he was asking if you wanted to join... that it would be everyone involved." That's the only way it would work, in Pell's mind. He'd likely go on not trusting Ulaume if the other har sat things out.

"Would you, then?"

[pyralisit]

Not ideal, but it would ease some of the tension. Hopefully. Or else it would make things so much worse. And yet all they could do was try it and see--there really wasn't any other way to know.

Somehar somewhere was watching this whole mess and laughing at all of them.

"I don't bite. Much."

[saltrock_imp]

Flick wasn't so blindly idealistic that he didn't know what Lor was doing. Playing games. When he bent down to share breath with Flick, he breathed into him. Don't be like that. Pellaz is right.

They'd all been friends once, kind of. Minus Ulaume, who in Flick's opinion hadn't had a chance to show his true colors. Or maybe that was his Saltrock naivete and innocence showing through. He pointedly ignored Cal's jab. He remembered how you bite, Calanthe. Even if you don't outwardly.

"Lor?" He looked to his chesnari, the last one out. "We're going to need each other in this world. We might as well find out how much we can trust each other right now."

I'm the wurst

[sarestes]

Don't bite? Hah. What a jokester. Ulaume can only imagine how much biting--or worse--Cal might do if he gets his hands on the 'snake-beast' he so despises.

But that need not happen. He'll be careful. And yes... they all have a point. This is necessary. The first baby step towards something like peace, perhaps.

And Pell did come out and ask. Like he wanted. He gives a mental shrug in reply to Flick, then nods. "I would. I will."