

You know, those blue orbs really reminded him of the marbles he used to collect as a kid. Avian smiled at the memory as they exited the mansion, flinching when the weathered main door shut close soon as he, the one on the very rear of the party, passed under the doorway. “Poor Midnight Man,” The dragoon whispered as he blended in with everyone, his hand rising on its own accord to hover over his heart. Getting stabbed and existing as a supernatural creature with the pain lingering in your body… Seriously, poor dude.
"You know what, you’re right. We turned a chaotic star into confetti. We fried a mushroom man, and we tamed a dragon. We've got them watching our backs too, we'll be alright."“I’ll do my best,” Avian’s cheeks warmed under the boy’s blatant display of confidence and he found himself smiling at the humans. Cuties. He wanted to adopt all of them. If only Victoria would agree… And if they were all cute little toddlers! Or better yet…
Chibis! Avian had heard the term from a human that came from a previous batch; she also explained what the term meant and even drew an example for him. The world would be a lot better if they were all chibis! “Why do I feel like we’re taking a field trip,” The soldier murmured out of the blue while the young’uns got fired up over the Queen’s ball.
"Queeny's ball doesn't sound so bad. Unless I have to wear a dress. If so, I'll take the free food and go. Whatever it is, let's just get these witches and get out. I say at least for the dragons." Ace said.
“Yeah, do it for the dragons!” Avian cheered. He sure as fudge was doing it for his majestic scaly nonprincess-napping friends! “Oh, sorry if I got enthusiastic. I grew up with dragons, if I’ll have you know, so um…” His bright violet eyes twinkled in amusement as the sentence trailed off.
“You give me back my drink this instant, Brandy! Where’s the beefcake when you need him to pummel someone…” Songbird crowed from his place behind the bunny and expressed his sulkiness by repeatedly tugging Brandy’s hand down. His feet were now cold thanks to the leather absorbing all the moisture on the path they trod, but the item hunter was already used to these sorts of inconveniences. “Why are we talking about boyfriends and girlfriends?” He quipped when snippets of the conversation reached earshot. Earlier they were talking about an alpaca hat but now…
Eh…
"I don't mean to offend, but who else gets a strange feeling about Queen Delirium? She appears nice and everything, but something about her is just... Not right."“Of course she-” Songbird’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open at Jasper’s words.
“What do you-” Avian, on the other hand, looked curious.
The white-haired nobody raised an eyebrow and made dramatic waving gestures with his hand, signaling the dragoon to go first. Martini quickly tried to comfort the albino.
Avian coughed lightly and then cast his eyes away. “Well her name is Delirium, that in itself is an oddity.”
“Your freaking name means
bird. Bird Rider.”
“Well your name
is Bird! Song
bird!”
The item hunter stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at the dark-haired soldier, who gasped and then narrowed his eyes. The two nobodies ended up saying the same thing in the same annoying, mocking tone of voice:
“BUUUUUUUURD.” “BUUUUUUUURD.”“A-anyway. Her Majesty should have sent professional help to us instead of you guys, to be honest. If you lot participated in the defense back then, all of you would’ve died! Although I have to say, all of you showed great tenacity throughout your mission. It’s inspiring,” Avian huffed out, his face almost as pink as Lesley’s hair from irritation at his earlier spat with Songbird, but his words were genuine enough. Apparently he still hasn’t gotten over the political misstep Delirium had done.
“Her butler’s a weirdo. He probably drinks the souls of nonbelievers for breakfast,” Songbird slurred cheerfully, raising his free hand in the air in a fist.