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[fiercexlightning]

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          Talk about an abrupt appearance. One that surprised the Dragon Slayer. Whether it was pleasant or not, there were mixed emotions concerning this circumstance.

      " . . . Rare t' see ya' around 'ere."

[fiercexlightning]

' slept well, beast? '

continuation from here.

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               Reasons unbeknown why she fell into the temptation of alcohol. Eminent mood? Most likely. And yet, there was nothing abnormal with it, considering the fact that this was a frequent sight performed in the rambunctious Guild, known as Fairy Tail. It was only fair from her side to join the hullabaloo. But the consequences? Ever thought of them? Not really, since the first thing to spot after she opened her eyes, even if slightly, was two legs. Familiar scent was inhaled from her nostrils, as a recognizable voice resonated her ears. With one hand she rubbed both her eyes, in a lazy manner. She felt her head spinning, ready to explode, but she will endure. She had faced tougher situations and seeing her collapsing won't be a good view. But she was weak enough to move her her seat. The only thing that she was able to do was to lift her head, even if just a few inches, so that she could comfirm the personage's presence. Or most likely, to comfirm to whose lap she was taking a nap on. And the moment tired oprics spotted a rather familiar visage, was the moment where her eyes became massive, even if for a few moments.

               !!!

               It was him.

               Of all the people that she could have indulged in such situation, it happened to be him. It happened to be the 'so-called' rival of hers. What was he doing here? Unknown information to her. The only thing that she understood was the fact that she made herself comfortable whilst, literally, sleeping on him, having her head and arms rested on his lap. How embarrassed she felt, God knows. The vintage rose shade of her cheeks didn't seem to tarnish. The burning liquor played a role in this since the effects didn't fade away completely. At least, not yet. Lauren found herself ashamed, but if anything-- it transpired unintentionally. Besides, she committed no crime. She merely found relaxation. A pillow, perhaps? Most likely.

      "--- Tch."

               Had she been in a better state, she would have shifted her weight and stood up from her seat. She would also divulge objections, even if they won't make sense. But the soreness was draining her power. That explains why she remained in the same position. Slightly moving to the side, in order to expand the distance amid them. Once she had separated her body from his, by nay hauling herself, she decided to rest on the harsh surface of the seat. Talk about an immense headache.

               The positive fact of the story?

               She had a fine sleep, indeed.

      ".. Hmph."

[wistfulsummoner-archive-blog]

helen u re a loser so 0???? <3

Maria i think you've confused my follower count with yours

[fiercexlightning]

' energetic, are we? '

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               Sarcasm was all what she could sense. Her stance revealed anything but the energy that Orga was refering. She was merely sitting in a comfortable seat, as she has placed her arms above the harsh surface of the couner. Her face was placed upon her hands-- not a comfortable replacement for a pillow, that is for certain. She had given herself a day off and if she knew that she was going to spend it by doing her grandfather's errands, then she should have chose to accomplish a mission, instead. But hell-- Makarov's orders are absolute-- and she couldn't do anything other than obey him. Albeit the seline figure wasn't this demanding, when it comes to her, he can be quite strict. Or so, this was the impression that he made to the S-class mage. And on top of that-- the God Slayer known as Orga Nanagear, not only decided to pay a visit at the rambunctious Guild, but also he thought it was a good idea to vex her.

               Fighting him back means tha the whole locality is going to be destroyed. oth mages were rather potent and held the capability to demolish their surroundings. Thus, Lauren restrained herself as she focused on her position. Some sleep would suffice. Especially when the Guild was rather tranquil, stunningly. Hence, she burried her face in her folded arms, as she tried to neglect his statement.

      " . . . "

[fiercexlightning]

' what's that supposed to mean. '

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      " . . . "

               Is this guy such a moron?

               As much as big his reputation is, no one can say the same for his brain. Either he was merely toying with her or indeed-- he was unable to decipher her beck. Not that it was something confoundedly overt, yet it was easy enough to be understood. And still-- the other's reaction clearly divulged how incomprehensible he could be when it comes to such themes. Talk about a huge disappointment, in which it was easily engraved upon porcelain lineaments. Her arms would take a folded formation as she remained in her position, sitting in front of the counter, with a glass of wine placed nigh her. Lauren was quite the flirtatious personage, and it is no surprise that Orga became her next target to mess around with. But apparently, this appeared to be a tough task, as he missed the point of her sign-- in which it was nothing but winking at him.

               A sigh absconded subtle lips as she kept staring at the male who sood a few meters away from her. Confusion was written on his face. Might the Dragon Slayer wasn't good in figuring out emotions, but there are times when an image was enough to portray a thousand words. It took her a few moments to incline her head at the opposite direction.

      ".. Nevermind."

               Idiot.

[fiercexlightning]

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               Oho?~

               This was certainly quite the sight to behold. Her so-called 'rival', had bestowed his foot upon the rambunctious premises for reasons unbeknown to her. Alas, it only added amusement to her expression as an oblique curve was engraved upon porcelain visage. Slender arms were placed above her hips. Soon however, to alter her position, inclining her exquisite body towards him, while she was still sitting in front of the counter. And here she thought that there was nothing that could entertain her, the man with akin magic to hers happened to be placed on her view. No objections from her side, of course.

      "Well, well~"

               A feminine voice absconded susceptible lips as obscure apricot complexions scrutinized him for a brief moment. Same attire as she could recall in her reminiscences-- precisely, at the Grand Magic Games. And still, the view was quite pleasing to the eye. An intermixture inside her, mostly fun and amusement. The future's unpredictable, they say. For now, she would luxuriate such rare moment, as her attention was all over the God Slayer. After all, he was one of the few people that had captured her intrigue.

      "So, what brings someone like ya' 'ere, anyway?"