Airen O’Bechtel
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Location: Last Stop Cafe
Interactions: @Vague o3 || @ArgonianScum
Mentions: None
Time Of Day: Morning
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Airen snorted as he rushed her again. “Shut it mutt, I am walking.” She was and he could be glad she was. If it weren’t for her Leader, the Second would have turned around and returned to where she came from.
Seeing the enthusiastic little pet, she sighed a bit. Of course, they wouldn’t waltz into the Meeting without visiting the Café.
Her sight flicked at his drawn phone. The big sister she was, Airen hopped to his side and peeked over his display.
“Your Friend Dyle? Inviting her, Mister Gentleman?”
A childish giggle escorted out as she clasped his shoulder. “If you would have informed me beforehand, I would’ve brought flowers for you and your friend.”
Teasing her brother had always been fun, especially in their relationship as siblings. She just plainly hoped and prayed that this bastard wouldn’t return the favor some time nearby.
They entered the Café, a few shocked looks darted at them, and those she send a terrifying hideous grin. The nice Demoness she was, she let Yew decide where to sit.
After shorter times, the door gaped and ringed once again. It was no one else than Fuctner Von Dyle.
Airen’s nose twitched. She must have showered not too soon ago— the shampoo, though, had a stunning aroma.
The older Sibling waved to the other Second.
“Here honey,” she hummed to their friend.