"why don't you guys go do your thing, i have something i need to do" he says, uneasily. "i'll be back"

with that he's gone, walking off into the forest with his birds in tow. i share a look with the other members of the group, but in the end i just shrug it off. who knows with him, he's an odd one. "well, if the reaper says party, ii guess we'll party" i joke, shrugging. "i wouldn't mind breaking out the shot glasses and having a few drinks"

Mizuki : I agree wth Adromeda i say pouring shoys for everyone as i down one myself wth a slight cough .....

"i'll go get the muffins from the cellar" i tell them, heading inside. i should really stop leaving my glasses outside but i like how it looks on the table on my porch. pulling the trapdoor to the cellar open, i climb down the ladder into the dusty place, coughing a bit as i stir up the dust on the floor.

moving into the much cleaner section of the cellar i grab the burlap bag of muffins and the decanter of the best whiskey. returning from the cellar i bring out the food and drink, putting them on the table. "i know it's not much, but it's good" i promise, smiling.

"wonder where Gabriel went" i wonder, taking a sip from my glass. Orion is playing with a stick at my feet, play growling and jumping around. i whistle for him to come to me, and he trots over, bringing his stick with him. i wrestle the stick from his mouth, tossing it for him. he races after it, tail wagging happily as he disappears into the tall grass.

when he comes trotting back, one of Gabriel's birds is perched on his back, trying very hard not to fall off. the bird flaps it's wings awkwardly, before giving up and flying over to me and sitting on the railing of the deck. "what are you doing here?" i ask the bird, even though i know he wont respond. he's a bird, duh.

he peaks curiously into my glass, and i pull it back, i do not need to be getting Gabriel's birds drunk while he's gone.

Asmodeus is having a stare-off with one of the birds. Both of them seem to be somewhat afraid of one another.

i glance between asmodeus and the other bird, and while i'm distracted by that, the bird infront of me sticks his face in my glass, tasting the alcohol. he recoils, flapping his wings and shaking his head. sighing, i pour out my glass, setting it upside down on the table so he can't mess with it.

Asmodeus chuckles, putting a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughing and returning to his usual serious expression.

"don't laugh you're encouraging him!" i snicker, pulling another bird away from the tray of muffins. "how does Gabriel handle these things!?"

"I swear!" Asmodeus agrees. "Just one of them is a handful!"

"you're telling me!" i say, cringing as the bird in my hands angrily flaps his wings, nipping my finger. i lightly toss him in the air, into the away from the food, and he returns to the railing.