"Heathens" - Anti-Hero chill RP.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

The wolf shook his head. "It's rather difficult to move around stealthily when you've got to drag some weight on your front around. Usually, they're better at getting information than assassination. Usually."

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare frowned a little. "Society's useful when you know how to play the system, I suppose," she says, glancing down at herself. "I think I'd rather not rely on my breasts to get answers, though." She giggles. "Heh... full sentences.... At least that part's getting better. My body's going to be out of it for a while, though."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"Don't count on it too much." Al murmured at the food was brought to them. The machine just placed the plate down in front of them and went off to continue its duties. "There we go. Eat up" He said as he pushed the plate closer to Clare.

[Cifero Windtail]

"Don't count on it too much." Al murmured at the food was brought to them. The machine just placed the plate down in front of them and went off to continue its duties. "There we go. Eat up" He said as he pushed the plate closer to Clare.

Shakily, Clare picked up a fork and a knife, then slowly tucked into the meal after a mumbled prayer of thanks. Despite her drunken state, she managed not to get anything on her, though some food ended up on the counter.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al didn't watch, but instead looked down at his phone. A few numbers texting him that he didn't recognise, as well as a message from a police spy telling him one of his buddies got caught. Al rolled his eyes, not suprised considering how that was the same idiot which slipped and got the police in them in the first place.

[Cifero Windtail]

Finishing her meal, Clare leaned back as far as she dared and rested her hands on her lap, grinning contentedly. "That definitely helped," she said to no one in particular, awkwardly pulling a communicator from her bag and tapping around on that for a bit.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"Good." He said, putting his phone away. "So... what do you do in your spare time?"

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare slipped the communicator away and leaned on the counter, glancing over at Al. "...Believe it or not, I like to paint," she says, swishing her tail softly. "For one thing."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al scoffed and shook his head. "If a guy like me plays an instrument, it's totally believable that you paint. But, go on?" He said, with a slight grin.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al scoffed and shook his head. "If a guy like me plays an instrument, it's totally believable that you paint. But, go on?" He said, with a slight grin.

Clare raised one eyebrow drunkenly. "I like to read, too, but... did you say you play an instrument?" she manages, hiccuping slightly.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al nodded. "Multiple, actually. Piano, violin and drums." he said, lightly tapping the table. "It helps for disguises. That, and it can be relaxing to just play at times."

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare nodded, grinning widely. "You should try painting sometime," she says, giggling like an idiot.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al shook his head. "That requires a certain artistic vision that I don't have." He said, trying to stifle a smile.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al shook his head. "That requires a certain artistic vision that I don't have." He said, trying to stifle a smile.

Clare keeps giggling, holding her belly. After a minute of this, she glances at Al and grins impishly. "Then... how about I paint you like one of my French girls?" she suggests, giggling madly again.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al blushed a little, coughing. "Erm-No. No thanks. I'll have to pass on that." He said slowly shaking his head.