Kyo had back on his hobo jacket and a dark blue Ravenclaw beanie. "Yeah, we're taking your car and I'm driving." His mom mode was activated alright.
“Alright,” Mitch agreed with a smile, undoing one more button on his shirt for good measure before holding out his keys for Kyo to take. “Thank you for coming with. I’ll try to make it so you won’t regret it.”
Ari came out of his room. He was wearing a loose, knit cap, along with a pale grey t shirt and loose jeans. He was, as always, barefoot. "I'm still invited, right?" He asked with a slight smile. "Or do I need to drive myself?"
"Of course. And put some shoes on, I don't want you getting shards of beer glass in your feet." Kyo fussed. Seelies are naturally protective and motherly.
Ari nodded, then sighed. "Why? I don't like shoes!" For a centuries old Djinn, he sure sounded like a whiny child at that moment. "They pinch my feet and my toes can't breathe!"
"Nope, we'll find you some sandles." My pointed a finger to the others chest like a mother. "I bought you some last friday, they're sitting in your closet."
Ari wrinkled his nose. "Hmph. Fine." He replied grumpily. He went and found the sandels, putting them on, then coming back. He stomped a little bit to get his feet used to them.
"Okay, we wait for one more man baby then we're off." Kyo muttered, pulling out his phone and checking something off a list.
Callista came to join her roommates, wearing a purple headscarf that matched her knee-length casual dress along with black flats. "Sorry for the wait, are we ready to go?"
“I’m all ready,” Mitch said with a small smile. Tonight would be fun, except for the last part. Hanging out with friends was nice. Drinking so much that he forgot what he did, not so much.
"Okay, I trust you the most Callista, so you're sitting upfront with me," Kyo stated, nodding and walking out the door and holding it open for the other baby children.
Ari cocked his head slightly."Man baby?" he echoed. "I'm not a child!" he protested as he went out the door. "I may act like one, but I'm in my twenties!"
"… Man baby." Kyo decided, twirling the keys around his fingers. "Let's go before I decide we aren't going."
Ari groaned, sitting down in the backseat and getting buckled. "I am not a man baby!" he said grumpily, crossing his arms and slouching in his seat.
"Everyone raise your hand if you think he's a man-baby." Kyo said, rasing an eyebrow as he watched everyone get into the car.
Mitch laughed, raising a hand playfully but he knew if anyone was a child it was himself. Mitch was pretty young for an incubus, but it was okay because it was easier to hide his growing horns under his beanie. He plopped into the car seat next to Ari, uncomfortably leaning forward since the distasteful car seats squished his sensitive wings underneath his clothes. It was hard enough that he had to sit on his tail all the time.
Callista took her seat and raised her hand as well. She laughed at her roommate good-naturedly. She respected all of them but a little fun was okay sometimes, and that fun was much needed. Being alive for hundreds of years had plenty of low-points, but the highest points were definitly whenever she surrounded herself in humans.
"See," Kyo nudged Ari before settling into his own seat. "Man-baby."
He made sure all the doors were locked and the seat belts were on before he started the car, turning on the radio to an electric swing station.
Ari groaned, slamming his forehead against the seat in front of him with a dull thunk. "I am not a child!" I am a centuries old being of unimaginable power, you…you al-hamaqi! he thought, wrinkling his nose and sighing loudly.
Mitch laughed a little, copying Ari by putting his head on the seat in front of him because it was honestly more comfortable than squishing his wings. “Children are better than adults anyways,” He grinned a little, mostly because even though he was like any other twenty two year old, he was viewed as a kid in the eyes other any other incubus, “More imagination.”
Ari grumbled. "I can have imagination and be a functioning adult too." he said grumpily, linking his hands together and resting his forearms on his knees, head still leaned against the seat in front of him.
Dang he looks kinda cute like that. Mitch’s smile immediately turned into a frown. Where did that come from? Mitch had always put a strict line in between himself and his roommates. He couldn’t allow for himself to truly like any of his roommates, since he was an incubus and all. It was too dangerous for them, being mortals. Plus, he’d still need to keep his race a secret, if one of them found about about himself being an incubus… it’d be bad.
Ari sighed softly, rubbing his face with his hands tiredly. The pendant on his necklace swung a little, and he touched it with a finger. I can't take this off. Ever. He reminded himself, humming a scrap of song as he waited for Kyo to start driving.
"Okay, so we're going to put up some rules." Kyo hummed as he pulled out of the driveway. "At least two people are staying sober tonight, me and someone else." He began. "Second off, I'm going to be leaving at eleven, so if you are staying out, you'll have to find a ride home."
"I can stay sober as well," Callists chimed. Really, that's for the best, she thought. "I'm not taking responsibility for anybody's actions tonight, though."
"Oh, and if you're fucking someone, don't bring them home." Kyo added, head tilted a bit as he hummed along to the raidio.
Mitch had a slight feeling that that was directed at him, even if it wasn’t. It’s just that’s what usually happened—even though Mitch hated it. He always hooked up with some random girl at these kinds of parties, even though he was gay. The only reason he did it was to keep his strength up. Mitch only ever knew of one other incubus -more of a folktale in his culture- who had refused to have sex with others, and he had ended up getting very sick and dying. Incubi didn’t die often, especially because there weren’t many incubi or succubi around, so death was taken very seriously. Mitch was probably the only incubus within a couple thousand miles from here, so it’s not like he could get advice from anyone either.
Ari coughed softly. "I feel called out. I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again." He said, blushing a little. As pan, he really didn't have a preference, and had been drunk out of his damned mind. Cute guy drove him home, flirted the whole way, one thing led to another…and then he had spent the next morning puking his guts out with a massive hangover, and his roommate's disapproving glares. Apparently, he and what-was-his-name had been very loud, to put it lightly. Now if he hooked up, he didn't bring them home.
Mitch tilted his head to look at Ari again, about to say something very flirty but immediately shut himself up before any words could exit his mouth. That was a big no. What has been up with Mitch lately? Maybe he was just lonely, since he kept very strict romantic lines around him that he wouldn’t dare cross. I just need to get my mind off things. Maybe I should get drunk a little early this time.
"Rule three, don't fucking puke on me." Kyo muttered, pulling onto a highway. The loud swear felt weird coming from a fucking five foot three little bitch. "I'm not lending you another headband only to have it smell like puke in the morning, Ari."
