"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Tyler sighed and follows Carmen.

Az smiles slightly and stands on the edge of the group. He casts his gaze about, clearly looking for someone. When he spots whoever he was looking for, he smiles and sidles up to the man.

Blond hair, blue eyes and slightly taller than Tyler, the man looks at Az and smirks, looping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer, “Carmen, baby. . ..”

Az smiles slightly, “Micheal, this is Tyler. He’s a friend of mine.” He motions to Tyler, smiling at the other.

The man, Micheal, looks at Tyler, his gaze assessing and then smirks, “Nice to meet you, Tyler.”

Az huffs, opening his mouth, but closes it at a glare from Micheal.

Tyler straightens his posture. And Trickster grins, "you must be the boyfriend. Ive heard about you"

Az stays silent, watching the two.

Micheal laughs, “Yeah, we’ve been together for a while now. About a year.”

Which, technically, wasn’t wrong. Az had been setting Carmen up for a while now, making friends and relationships. He smiles slightly, though he made it look forced, “It’s been great.”

Micheal laughs, kissing the top of Az’s head. Az wanted to punch his face in really. “Yes, indeed. Though, I’m kind of concerned because I didn’t know about you. How long have you two known each other?”

“A week or so.” Az interjects before the other can reply, glancing at him to get him to go along with it.

"Yes yes, about 9 and a half days, I work at the coffee place." Trickster grinned, "do you like games Micheal?" He tilted his head.

Az tenses, “Tr-“

Micheal’s arm tightens around Az, cutting him off, “No. I don’t.”

"But why, you can win such fabulous prizes." He looked at Micheals arm around Carmen. "You shouldnt squeeze him so tight, he might just… pop!" He broke out into laughter.

“I don’t care for games, or prizes.” Micheal glowers, “He’s my boyfriend. He can tell me if he doesn’t like something I do.”

Az stays silent, watching.

"So you expect him to tell you your toxic?" Trickster rolled his eyes, pulling out his knife and tossing it back and forth

Micheal laughs, “I am not.”

Az looks away, biting his lower lip.

“I’m just different.” Micheal continues, running his free hand through Az’s hair.

"And I am different, you want to see how different?" He smirked, holding his knife threateningly

Az looks at Trickster, “No. . . Stop. I won earlier, you have to follow the rules.”

Micheal glares at Az, “Quiet, squirt.”

"Hes not following the rules, why should I?" Trickster swung his knife at Micheal, not hitting.

Az punches MIcheal out of the way, his training kicking in as he grabs Tricksets wrist, “Knock it off.” He snaps.

Micheal glares at Trickster, his gaze hard.

"Awe, dont want me to hurt him? How sweet, like you actually care" he said barely above a whisper.

Az glares at him, “Stop. Just because he doesn’t play by the rules, doesn’t mean you don’t have to either.”

Micheal frowns, confused.

"But… I want to make him bleed" he said quietly, glancing at Micheal with an evil grin.

“Well, you can’t. I won the game earlier meaning you have to listen to me tonight and I say no.”

"But I want to have fun" he pouts, lowering the knife, his sole attention now on Carmen

Az sighs, moving closer, “We can have fun later. But right now, you can’t hurt my friends, okay?”

Trickster sighs, putting the knife away slowly. "Fine."

Az smiles at him.

Micheal huffs and pulls Az’s arm, “Come on, Carmen.”

Trickster glares at Micheal, his hand on his knife in an instant.

Az squeaks and looks at Micheal, “Yeah. . . One moment.”

Micheal sighs and lets go.

He relaxes slightly, still eyeing Micheal.

Az sighs, “Just, be careful. . . I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” He murmurs.

"But where is the fun in that? I want people to get hurt" he huffed.

Az sighs, “You can hurt me later.” He tilts his head to the side.

“After I deal with Micheal.”

"I can?" Excitment filled his eyes.

Az nods. Typical Carmen. He wander off to Micheal, gaining the man’s attention and speaking quietly to him. Micheal looks at him and then rolls his eyes, shrugging off Az’s grip on his arm and looking away.

Az bites his lip and then wanders back to Tyler, quiet.