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"Huh..." he glanced down and the photos quizzically. "No, usually I just develop them myself, in my darkroom in the closet, is all." he looked up smiling. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Ultima stopped sitting on Erik as Kiba ran down the stairs quickly. His hair had a slight orange tint in it, had he been swiming in magma? It was true when Ultima saw scorch marks on his skin, the only thing relaxing to him was a burn mark. "Nope, nevermind." Kiba had been taking a shower in lava.

Sosol arrived on the main floor with a beaming smile and a hamper full of clothes that were obviously not his. He offered a wave of greeting to the people downstairs before vanishing down the hall, heading for the laundry room...

About five minutes after that, Azana walked downstairs, muttering under her breath. "I should have never shown him those..."

"Hah... Anything? Cooking hasn't gone so well... I can guarantee that I couldn't learn the saxophone or photograph as well as you. But... Thank you for the compliments anyway, sweetheart... I would list why you are amazing, but I am unsure we have that many years available..." He tilted his head forward for a kiss, squeezing gently. "And easing your mind? It is the very least I could do... Paranoia doesn't suit this gorgeous face~"

Azana sat in one of the chairs, brushing down her skirt to make sure it was resting properly. She hadn't worn one without leggings in a while, and it showed in her discomfort. With a small sigh of defeat, she pulled out a pen, doodling on one of the small napkins drinks tended to come on.

((Be back soon, as well...gotta head to class.))

Azana spaced out for a while, scribbling absent-mindedly on the square napkin while Sosol organized and cleaned the bar area for the rush that usually occurred in the evening. He watched her doodling with a smile, resting his head on his hand. Despite all her protesting and hatred of it...she really did look good in pink...

After his moment of adoration, he strolled to her table, peeking over her shoulder at the drawing as he was about to set the drink in front of her. "...That's an interesting pattern," he commented, putting down the drink at her right side. "What's it supposed to be...?"

Azana blinked a couple times, returning from her thoughts and looking down at the napkin. On it was a design, ten swords surrounding a pentacle like a pinwheel, and she stared at it intently for a moment. "I don't know..." She said at last, a little puzzled by it. "Maybe I'm starting to make up new hybrids...what would we call a Pentacle-Sword classification...?"

"You seem to be the expert on that," Sosol answered, sitting next to her and nudging the drink closer. "It'll come to you in time."
Azana took a sip, smiling at the flavor. "Thanks. Hey, you weren't serious...you know, about before?"
"Azana...would your 'Angel of Secrets' do something like that?" Sosol hugged her reassuringly. "I know how much it means to you..."
"...You do realize you'll never be able to use that threat again," Azana teased.
"Yeah...but that one time was totally worth it," he retorted, leaning in for a kiss.

"You probably ought to..." said Gren, wiping a table and giving Aris a quizzical look. "Sometimes I have half a mind to move you to a couch."

"I've been good...nice weather today, got me in a good mood." He smiled, holding up his forgotten drink. "Lemonade?"