Angel
"Yes, it seems I've lost my way searching for someone to accompany me to the feast so I don't enter alone in the watch of our peers."
Angels couldn't help his smile from growing. Oh that was just perfect- walking in fashionably late to the feast with the gorgeous being who was Trista on his arm would start the night off perfectly. Maybe she would even hang out with him the whole dinner- This was all falling into place perfectly.
He opened his mouth to ask if she'd like to be his unofficial date when an arm swung around his neck and a by-now-familiar form leaned on him. Really Saga. Really?
"Hey Fucuello, hey Trista, looking good! Angel, can I get a cigarette and a light? Left mine in the dorm.”I want to have a smoke before heading in."
Angel sighed but smiled down at him. Try as he might he couldn't be mad at Saga for even a moment, even if he had just interrupted a good moment. He reminded him to much of a brother or best friend and once he befriended someone, he didn't get mad at them or hold grudges. Besides, he liked being able to help people. He gave Trista an apologetic look.
"Sure bro,"
He pulled his pack back out and pressed his fingers over the open top. When he tilted the package, his fingers blocked all but one cigarette from sliding out, which he held up to Takeshi's lips. His other hand was pulling out and flicking a flame to life on his lighter; as soon as his roommate had the death stick between his teeth, Angel pocketed his pack, lit his smoke, and put his lighter away.
This was how he and his best friend Ashton had always lit for each other, so it was a smooth and quick process. Even if he wasn't mad at Saga, that didn't mean he wanted him third-wheeling on this hopefully-still-could-be-a-date. Of course, he wouldn't kick him out, but he'd been fully planning on making a move of some sort. Maybe they could find the girl Saga seemed so infatuated with- then they could make it a double date.
He was about to extend an invite to both of them to go together though, when Reeps snapped.
’Get a better hold of your companion. He’s older than I am and yet I’m so much more mature than he is. See the problem?'
Angels jaw dropped slightly. He'd heard that clearly through there own mental connection, but could only imagine the force behind it towards Trista. He stole a glance at Fuccuelo, who was just sulking and glaring and not doing any real harm. Then his adorable little dragon had to go send a scalding wind her way.
"Reechi!" He exclaimed, aghast. Why was she taking out hate on Trista? Angel understood that she didn't like they way the unicorn hated him for no reason, but that wasn't Trista's fault! Just like his companions behavior at the moment wasn't his fault.
That was uncalled for! He told her, still shocked at her actions.
"Do siblings always have the same train of thought? I have no control over Fucuello's actions. He is my companion but he has his own mind and agenda just like you do from your companion. While I can try to console him in the end it is his choice. Yes his actions are immature but did you ever consider that may just be apart of his personality. Ever think to see it from his side of the mirror. I'm sorry if you feel threatened and if you have a bone to pick with my companion then feel free to take it up with him directly."
"Yeah, Reeps, don't be mad at Trista because Fuccuelo hates me. I don't want to control you, I can't actually, and they're the same. You're still new in this world, so you haven't meet that many people, but everyones different. Some people are what you might consider immature, but those same people might think the same about you. No need to get snippy baby." He reached up and rubbed her head lovingly. He wasn't angry but he wanted to emphasize that she shouldn't snap at people for their personalities, or things out of their control. It'd only been a few days since Reechi officially came into the world after all, and she didn't know better.
"Companions certainly seem to get jealous around you Trista, perhaps they think you are going to steal, or get stolen, away from them."
Angel jumped slightly as Solara popped up from nowhere behind them. Well wasn't this turning into a little pow-wow. Time to scram. Ignoring any further drama, he took a long step forward and bowed to Trista, grabbing her hand and kissing it before placing it on his elbow. Way to formal and chivalrous for both their casual wear, but he thought it added to the charm.
"The only one stealing Trista is me- Wanna be my date tonight?" He gave her a charming grin, mentally praying that he wasn't being too awkward and straightforward..... and that she would accept. And that Fucuello wouldn't kill him.
He glanced at Solara and Saga. "You're both welcome to accompany us of course."