Soup Cult (Chowder and Stew welcom)

Ōn’nyosh: Mumbles in his sleep, So cuddly.

Ōn’nyosh: Continues mumbling in his sleep, Very cuddly. I love cuddles. Come here. Snores louder.

Ōn’nyosh: Jolts awake at the near miss. He instantly grabs a dagger off his hip and looks around with a paranoid look. He then quickly figures out it had been Pandora ‘attacking’ him and groans, sheathing the dagger. You just had to interrupt a good dream, huh? Sits up and sighs.

Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Iridescence and chuckles. Like whiskey, huh? He then pauses to remember the dream. Well… It was me, a lovely woman, bottle of wine, and a big bed. I think you can guess the rest. Snickers.

(Lmao! Yeah, he’s a naughty boy, lol)

Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles at her comment about whiskey. He then laughs at her question. Fuck no. I am not a married man, nor that kind of guy. I’m a fucking whore around women. Any and every kind of woman, from humans to vampires to dragons. And, believe me, I would rather worship a woman than a fucking dumbshit god. Grins.

Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Pandora and rolls his eyes. So I was talking in my sleep. I do that sometimes. It doesn’t mean you have to try and fucking hit me with dark magic! Glares breifly, though not harshly.

Ōn’nyosh: Sticks his tongue out and wiggles it at her. If you want me to stop fussing, screw me then. Laughs.

Ōn’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow and chuckles. Not a fan of men, huh? Oh well. But, if you ever decide to experiment, I won’t stop you. I’ll probably beg for attention, in fact. Chuckles.

(Lol. Ōn’nyosh will still flirt, even if he’s rejected. That, and he’s been known to convert some women to bisexual, lol. He’s that guy)

Iridescence: shudders and instinctively pulls the skirt of her dress down, then quickly finishes the whiskey Well, that's… interesting…

Ōn’nyosh: Notices her reaction, concern quickly canceling out the flirtatious look in his eyes. If I spooked you, I’m sorry. I may be a whore, but I don’t push myself on anyone, man or woman. Honestly, I’d fucking castrate any man I saw doing that to a woman, in a fucking heartbeat. That… sighs and shakes his head, a flare of anger coming into his expression… That sort of thing is beyond disrespectful. But, anyway. Grabs a new bottle of whiskey and chugs it.

Naomi: she has been drunkenly asleep for the past pages, though now that she hears voices, she is immediately alert, her hand going toward her knife, until she realizes she dropped it somewhere around the area that she got shot. "Jeez, do you have to be so loud?"

Ōn’nyosh: Laughs at Pandora’s reaction, though he does stop flirting with her. Instead, he starts watching the cube of energy with fascination.

(it happens a lot in media lmao)

(Lol)

Ōn’nyosh: His gaze remains gentle toward Iridescence. I’m more akin to a snake than a lizard, I think. I don’t know. But, yeah, I’m definitely reptilian. A desert reptile, no less. Gets a goofy grin with his tongue sticking out, trying to cheer her up. Then, turns back to Pandora, even more fascinated by her show. He’s aware that she’s showing off deliberately. Sometimes I wish I could do magic, but I think I’m content with my horde of magic items. Snickers.

Naomi: she realizes she's being ignored and sighs. When she looks to her right side, her eyes widened. What are you doing here? she hisses quietly