Iskren rolls his eyes. "If you want to think that way. He's just. . .urgh. You'll see."

The fire fades. Above Sammy, someone clears their throat. "Heya."

I make a high pitched schreech noise like an owl and spin back around and looked at the person above me trying to make my hazel eyes stay hazel.

she flys closer to it "im cold."

There's just a guy casually hanging upside down from a tree branch above Sammy:



He waves to the group, small sparks flying from his fingers. "How ya'll doing? I'm just hanging around, in case you were wondering."

Iskren grunts. "Just shut up, Latan."

"hi," she shifts back to a human "im luca," she is felling night drunk (drowsy) and so she doesn't seem to put up her firm wall of no emotions.

I grumble "alone is never gonna happen... Hey?" I growled out and looked at Latan and moved my head to the side eyes narrowed "let me guess... One of the six or seven demons thats older then dirt...?" I asked my eyes tired but my body language said differently.

Latan laughs, sounding not even close to being offended. "Yeah, I guess you could say that! Sounds like our reputation has really been soiled over the years." He winks at Luca. "Heya."

Iskren groans at the pun. "Can we please. . .just not bother with him?"

I roll my eyes "I agree these puns are horrible at least make them punny" I hissed out my eyes shifting to an angry blue color.

she pulls out a sketch pad, and draws him quickly "hi, wait." she things long time about his wink confused

Iskren buries his face in his hands. "Oh, lords of the multiverse."

Latan shrugs. "Hey, humour is something that's individually judged. Seems great to me." He smiles at Iskren, and laughs in good nature. "No way, Ren."