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Nicholas stopped laughing."You're right. But, I do think if he's worth fighting, you should make a plan first. If you charge in headfirst you'll get caught outta your depth without backup," he advised, suddenly serious.

Nicholas laughed. "You're not serious though, right?"

"You could try singing a lullaby? Or reading poetry? I could make some tea for everyone!" Cupid suggested.

Cupid stepped on his ankle tentatively. It was still a little sore, but he figured that was from the actual fall and not the wound. "It's good, thank you," he answered. "That was very charitable of you to do that for me, even though it wasn't necessary."

"Ah, that'll do it," Nicholas nodded wisely, plopping down on the couch with his legs kicked over the arm and his head on the seat, his frizzy red curls spilt all over the cushion. "So whatcha gonna do 'bout it?" he asked as he practised phasing his hand (in) and out of existence.

"Well, that sounds fantastic! Why're you bummed 'bout that?" Nicholas exclaimed, waving his hands around excitedly.

"Hey, man, you okay? You seem kinda beat," Nicholas asked, concerned.

"Nicholas. Nicholas Law. No nicknames though, 'kay?"

{{I feel so bad for Rahim}}

Cupid sort of folded in on himself, embarrassed, but complied with Altha's demands.

Cupid began trying to shuffle out the door.

Nicholas shook her hand firmly. "Nice to meet you..."

"Nah. That would be cool though," Nicholas replied, sliding his feet back and forth. His frizzy red hair bounced as he moved.

He lifted his foot and wiggled his socked toes at her. 'Not anymore," he waved a hand at the shoes still stuck in the floor, "But you might wanna do something about that."

Cupid hid his hurt ankle behind the other one, battling a grimace. "Yeah, I'm just here for moral support now. Speaking of which, Sapphire and Violet probably both need some."

DragoMania wrote: "{ Is anyone feeling anything intense? Cuz 'i could rp Rahim sensing it }"

{{Cupid's feeling casually useless as always. It's a pretty complex emotion though because he doesn't want to be useless but he's casual about it. He sees it as a fact of his life, that he's just worth less than everyone else and that's how it is. He's accepted it. IDK if you could RP that so if you don't want to I get it.}}

Cupid thought of standing up to leave. There were more important people than him that needed to be taken care of. He figured he'd do everyone a favour and not waste their time. But first, he'd wait until his leaving wouldn't be disruptive in of itself.

"Hey, could you-" Nicholas began, trying to lift his legs. Suddenly, his feet slipped out from his shoes one at a time and he nearly fell over trying to regain his balance after the force of pulling nearly threw him backwards. He stepped away from the floor-bound shoes, revealing yellow socks with orange toe and heel patches and carrots on them.

{{i'm going to use () <---these brackets to signify when he is phased out of physical existence and []<---these for thoughts}}

(Nicholas stepped into the room, leaping over the couch and sinking into the floor. "Oh ****,") He made his hands only physical so that he could push himself out of the floor, but soon the effort became too much and he became fully physical with both his feet still firmly wedged in the floor.

Cupid looks around awkwardly. He should be doing something, saying something, but he doesn't know what.

"I guess..." Cupid conceded. "I hope he's okay..."

Cupid shifted uncomfortably. It was clear there was some conflict going on he wasn't aware of. "Hey, what, uh, what happened to that guy who came inhere? When he went outside he looked stressed and I heard screaming. Do you think he's okay?"