"Watch it, rookie!" Fran snapped around a little too late at the sound of Squalo's voice. Within the next second he was down, glaring up at the grunt. It was amusing to see the surprise in his face, to know what the man saw. To him, Fran was literally sinking into the ground. In reality the mint haired just rolled out of the way, keeping an eye out and avoiding weary grunts of his whereabouts as he thought.
Teal eyes shifted up to the balcony above, feeling a bit triumphant to see the sharpened orbs looking to find him. He should be nervous; he was under a lot of pressure after all. However, the newly emptied syringe in his personal wastebasket was to thank for his absolute calm here.
He was currently on the outside training grounds, a large open area between the forest, the manor, and the stream running along the far end. Fran was surrounded, in a sense, by a group of hand selected grunts picked by Squalo – basically meaning that whil
Music in Me: Chap.7
"Music in Me"
Chapter 7: I Can't Decide
*It's not easy having yourself a good time*
Sora had spread out on the couch, his head resting in Riku's lap; the silver haired was somewhere between tired and frustrated with himself. Roxas and Axel were in the kitchen, getting some sort of substantial food prepared for anyone hungry enough.
"What took ya?" Axel leaned over the counter, ignoring the clang that followed Roxas pulling a pan down.
Demyx cringed, fear hitting him at the possibility of the older either going off or telling his band mates about fraternizing with Marluxia.
"It just took some time for me to find him." Zexion dismissed the subject, setting Riku's keys near their proper owner. He got a quick nod of appreciation in his general direction; seafoam eyes distracted in making sure the brunette was going to stay asleep.
"Hey, you two staying tonight? I can give you a ride in a bit if ya want." The red head could feel the awkwardness making its way into the room.
Don't Forget the Mistletoe [3/3]
"Santa will know we're here instead of home, right?" Peter was being ushered into the guest room by his 'papa', Ladonia was already tuckered out – something Norway was thankful for. The blond micronation was holding his large chocolate slab close, wondering where he could hide it. Denmark had decided not to take some of Sealands prize.
"O' co'rse 'e will." The tall country nodded. " 'e alw'ys does."
Finland couldn't help but smile from his place behind the older man, wishing their 'son' a good night's rest. It wasn't until the door was closed did the excitement truly brake over his face.
"Ah, it's going to be a late night this time, I'll be starting a bit later than usual…" Still the smile didn't falter.
"Sorry 'bout that Santa." Denmark leaned against the arch, smile guilty. "Didn't mean to slow ya down."
"It's alright Tanska, just know your gift will be at your house, so you'll have to wait until you get home!" He watched as Finland moved to the bathroom to change, the ho
Don't Forget the Mistletoe [2/3]
Norway had been busy with the dinner preparations, trying to listen in on the movie Finland had put on once the kids were gone. From what he caught it was Joulutarina, so he didn't mind missing out; he'd seen it enough of it over the past four years.
"They're back!" Hanatomago's barking reached him the same time Tino had piped up, Lukas setting the last plate on the table. It was about time too; they were ten minutes late – though with Danmark in charge he had expected later.
"Sve! You should have seen what I did with the sled!" Ladonia started going off as Norway entered the living room. "The streets were completely covered in snow, so they started pulling us, and of course Danmark and I went really fast!"
Lukas started tuning the kid out, looking over Emil to help him get Mr. Puffin from out of his hood. "Have fun?" He teased lightly.
"….þegiðu Noregur." The violet eyed huffed, shedding his coat off. "Where's Danmörk?"
"What do you mean? He was with you."
"He was, but when we stopped
Don't Forget the Mistletoe [1/3]
Lukas smiled to himself as he set the red and green basket on the tree branch, careful to hang it so it wouldn't tilt and spill the nuts inside. "Emil, don't fill the next one up too much, alright?"
Pale blue eyes looked over to where the ashen haired was working, the paper strips of the next basket in his hands. He simply nodded when he caught his brother's eye, glancing up every so often to see Carpenter Andersen and commercials on the television. Peter had gone into the kitchen to harass his other uncle, Hanatomago trialing after him. Norway rolled his eyes to see the micronations had abandoned trying to make the heart-shaped ornaments again this year; Ladonia was napping on the smaller couch. At least that meant they'd get some peace…
"Ah, we found them!" The Maltese pup perked up, barking happily as her owners returned from the garage. "They were really high up, no wonder you didn't find them!" Finland carried the box of lights over, careful not to hit Emil with a laugh; the