Roleplay:Halloween Hangout (Free Join)/Part2

Halloween Hangout Part 2: Party Crashers!
Reens walked around the house, picking up trash and cups littered all over. She was a little sad that most of her guests had went after Hugh, but she was also a little glad to have a few moments to herself.

She might hear the sounds of a tear opening. Seems Moros returned, perhaps to help clean up?

Reens turned and her face went beet red. 'Oh gosh... Moros and me... alone... together... just stay calm Reens...' "Hey, I'm glad to see you! You mind getting a trash bag from the kitchen? I would but my arms are a little full at the moment."

'Sure.' Moros mouthed before he went to get a trash bag, it took him a minute to find the trash bags from the kitchen before he came back with one. 'I'm sorry that your party was crashed.' Moros apologized.

"No, no, it wasn't your fault. Heck, I didn't even invite Hugh to the party. It was fun while it lasted though, huh?" Reens gave a little laugh, but to her, it felt like it was forced. She gently opened the trash bag and dumped her load into it. "I just wish it would've gone a little better."

'I had fun, heck everyone else had fun.. Besides, you could always host another one without the guy knowing.' Moros mouthed as an attempt at cheering Reens up.

Hugh's hologram appeared again. "I tracked a paradox here but I still have to stop the time war so I am leaving you a summoner to summon me when needed." Hugh said. "One last thing the beings who I tracked to here are descendants of Moros so you could kill him which I do not recommend to stop the paradox." Hugh vanished as soon as he said the last word of his sentence. Taking his place was a reflecting pool and a watch.

The chestnut furred cat in the raccoon costume returned to the house, she seemed to be out of balance. "Next time I shouldn't chase after a car with a bicycle...", she huffed.

Moros ended up destroying both objects via the use of void magic.

(No.. Just.. No.. Moros doesn't have descendants. He's literally a piece of the void -Saren)

(That means Reens can't fall in love with him anymore, doesn't it? - Reens)

(No, just that I don't have any plans atm for him to have descendants, and the fact that he's a piece of the void doesn't mean he isn't sentient or that he hasn't developed a will of his own, since most fragments do end up developing a will of their own. -Sar)

A small smile lifted from the corners of Reens' mouth, and she felt a little better. "Yeah, maybe I'll do that whenever Christmas comes around. And maybe with the, erm, 'time war' thing, Hugh will be too busy to even think about coming, let alone crashing it." She looked over at Kayt and pulled an armchair over so she could sit down.

Moros nodded and hugged Reens. 'You won't.. Really try to kill me.. Will you?'

"K-kill you?!? When did I ever say I would kill you?!? Oh... Hugh... No, no, no, I wouldn't even dream of killing you! Ugh... Hugh ruins everything. I can't kill you. I wouldn't be able to love someone who was dead, right?" Reens' cheeks burned as she realized what she just said. Her head drooped and her ears went down.

Moros blushed lightly when he heard what Reens said, yet really couldn't come up with any words to say about it. So instead he just hugged her tighter.

WIth a shiver, Reens went away from his hug and rubbed her shoulders. "I'm sorry... I know you probably don't feel the way I do... but ever since I met you that first time... everything's changed for me. There's just something about you. I can't put my finger on it. You make me feel... like I can do anything."

'I... Feel the same...'

Reens' ears perked up and she turned around. To Moros it might look as if she was turning in slow motion. "You... you do? Is it true?"

Moros nods. 'Yeah...'

With a tiny squeal, Reens hugged herself tighter. 'Oh my gosh! It finally happened! I found love! Oh gosh, if anybody else found out about it, it would be the death of me... The Poppies... Pssh, they wouldn't care! Oh Moros, it's a dream come true!" She went up to him and hugged him again, a tear of joy running down her cheek.