<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/GgEjY0I.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured + jeans and a pale blue nail polish</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th; 9:00pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Orchard</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Edgar, Devina, Dani, Elle, Thorne | </em><br/><hr/><br/>Snacks going flying has Liam reflexively ducking, and he watches the xeno climb the tree even as he answers. "No, Balor and I get along just fine. Usually. He's a smug little shit," Liam says fondly, glancing at the cat. The look he gets back makes him chuckle, holding his hands up innocently.<strong>"One of us has to be intelligent,"</strong>Balor says waspishly. Sniffing, the cats tail goes back and forth in faux-irritation.<br/><br/>Baphomet seemingly cheering on the idea of skinny dipping has Liam glancing a little aside at the stuffed animal. Not that Balor is any weirder, Liam admits to himself. For better or worse Devina and Ellie also seem unsure on the idea, while Thorne is on board. It has him swallowing a bit as he looks from Edgar to Thorne. "R-right," he manages in response to Edgar saying they'll go skinny dipping at some point, blushing a bit before he shakes his head. Don't be ridiculous, he thinks. At least Edgar tripping over his lines has him laughing a little, grinning. They're all a little awkward in their own ways, it seems. It makes it easier. "You're alright yourself," Liam says, as nonchalantly as he can when picturing someone naked. It isn't like Edgar is his<em>type</em>, but then, Liam isn't even really sure who is.<br/><br/>Unsure what the procedure is, he waves at the owl as Edgar introduces him. Whether skinny dipping to connect with nature is any better or not, Liam can't say, but he still finds the idea a mix of horrifying and thrilling. Something about being out in nature is weirdly vulnerable, Liam supposes. The overnight proved<em>that</em>well enough. Glancing around, almost paranoid, he settles quickly enough. Strange things happen here, sure, but they're probably fine by the lake. Besides, camp isn't that far.<br/><br/>Talk of food has Liam digging through the snacks curiously, pulling out a snickers and manfully resisting the immature urge to make a comment about the dick vein as he bites into it. From Balor's expression, his amusement wasn't well hidden. Whoops. Oh well. The smoke is settling almost peacefully, lungs no longer burning as he starts to relax and wind down. The wind feels particularly good going through his hair, and he shuts his eyes and leans into it slightly. The opening strands to Hendrix's All Along the Watchtower are plucked at, finding it particularly appropriate at the moment. Considering the instrument and Liam's skill level it's definitely recognizable, if a little rough around the edges.<br/><br/>"Halloween," Liam answers with a smile. "The original." He's barely aware of Thorne moving to sit next to him, something about the music and the flow of everything making it hard to concentrate on anything else for a moment. The come up isn't hitting all at once, but more a mellow euphoria starting to build.