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"I'll call Paris to watch as well." Sira said. She called Paris. "What?" Paris said. "We are going to do something fun." She said sitting Paris down. "London is going to drink one drink until he gets full of it." Sira said. The frown on Paris's face twitched slightly into a smile. "I wonder if his stomach will giggle after when he walks." They both laugh. Sira looked at London. "What drink do you want to chug?"
He went to tell her not to call Pairs in, but it was done before he could talk. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, resisting glaring at him at what he said. He sighed and sat back in the chair again.
"Whatever we have." He said shrugging.
"Whatever we have." He said shrugging.
She was tempted to grab the Orange juice, but she didn't want to do that to London. Paris maybe. She grabbed some apple juice. "I'll keep on filling it up." She said putting the jug on the counter. Paris looked over at him. "Then after, belly dance!" Paris said. Sira decided to let him be. "Okay. Ready... Set... Go until you get full!"
London did glare at him this time, but didn't for long as he looked over at the jug she set on the table.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He said with a sigh as he picked up the jug and quickly up ended it. Drinking it all down in about a minute.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He said with a sigh as he picked up the jug and quickly up ended it. Drinking it all down in about a minute.
She looked around and found another jug. She was super surprised, as well as Paris, that he finished a jug of apple juice so fast. Luckily, there was more than plenty left for him to jug down.
He blew out a breath as he tossed the empty container aside and making it into the garbage. He took the new one and quickly drank that too. Within half an hour he had drank about 12 things of juice and other drinks. By that time he was done.
"Okay okay...." He put his hands up, putting his hands to head. "I...am done."
"Okay okay...." He put his hands up, putting his hands to head. "I...am done."
"Woah." Paris and Sira said at the same time. "Now belly dance!" Paris said. Sira finally glared at him. She looked in the fridge. "Hey, there's only one more. Might as well finish it off." She said putting it down in front of him. Paris smirked. "You can do it London!" He cheered. "Last one and you win." Sira said.
London looked at the last one sitting in front of him and felt like he would be sick if he could be just looking at it. He was about to say no when he heard Paris. It caught him off guard, but he shook it off and bit his lip as he reached for it and drank it down before he could change his mind.
"Ah..." He breathed out as he set it down and quickly stood up. "I need some air." He smiled at her and quickly left the room toward the entrance.
"Ah..." He breathed out as he set it down and quickly stood up. "I need some air." He smiled at her and quickly left the room toward the entrance.
She looked at all the 13 jugs. Then Paris something that caught her off guard. "He's always able to do anything." Sira looked at Paris who had been looking away. "Hey... Paris before, I remembered London saying that you annoyed him..." Paris laughed. "Because I loved it when he was annoyed. It was a different emotion that I never saw from him. I love seeing many emotions." Paris said and then looked away from her. "I never said that..." Sira laughed. "I'll check on London. I think he's..." She was running where London had ran before she could finish.
London had stopped right at the entrance and closed his eyes leaning up against it. He took in a bunch of deep breaths to keep himself from puking. He hadn't ever been sick before, and he wanted it to stay that way.
She came out and saw him. "Hey..." She said lightly. He saw he wasn't feeling well and sighed. "Sorry." She said. "It probably won't help to stay out here. Here, I'll help you sit down inside." She moved toward him and let him lean on her. "Wow. You did drink a lot." Noticing his weight felt heavier.
"You don't need to be sorry." He smiled and shook his head. "And I should be fine in a few minutes." He laughed softly as they walked inside. "I haven't done anything like that in such a long time. "Been awhile since I've done anything fun."
"So you call getting sick fun?" She saw he was about to barf when they were outside. She sat him down and heard his stomach. "Maybe we should of done water." She grabbed a small trash can. "I heard you feel better after you throw up. It works at times." She said softly, patting his stomach.
"I'm not saying the getting sick part is fun." He said softly, suddenly not being able to keep himself from throwing up and very quickly grabbed the trash can.
"Aim at the trash can!" She said quickly and looked away. She never liked to watch people get sick. Of course, she had made him do this in the first place. It was odd he wasn't regretting it.
"God..." He breath pulling his head up and wiping his mouth. "That what sick is?" He shook his head and laid his head back. But he smiled and looked over at her. "Learn something new everyday right."
She glanced at him and laughed softly. "Yeah. Congratulations, I made you throw up." She still kept the trash can close just in case. She sat next to him and patted his head. "I'm still sorry." She could hear his stomach still. "Does Apple juice make you really sick to your stomach?" She asked even though it was answered.
"No, I guess just drinking a bunch of it does." He said. "And now I don't know if I ever will drink it again." He teased laughing softly. "You don't need to apologize so much you know. "I'm the one that agreed to do it and I'm not sorry that I did."
She smiled softly at him. She compared to the London in the past when she first met him and then thought of him now. 'Paris was right.' She thought. She put a hand on his stomach. "Paris was right about you." She smiled a bit with her hand still on his stomach.
He had been getting surprised by Paris a lot lately, he blinked a few times and looked over at her.
"What do you mean?" He asked curiously. "What did he say?"
"What do you mean?" He asked curiously. "What did he say?"
"Nothing... It's a secret. I can't tell secrets." She smiled at him and took her hand off his stomach. His stomach had stopped turning, but she needed to get the throw up out before they smell it for days. "Uh... Here." She looked around and found a mint. She gave it to him. "Honestly, your breath smells like throw up." She grabbed the trash can and walked outside.
He laughed as he took the mint from her and popped it into his mouth. He smiled softly as he watched her go outside, before he turned and sprawled out over the couch on his stomach.
Sira wasn't paying attention at all as she walked far out. Not even thinking twice as she crossed the wards and into the demon forest. She walked to a damp place and was about to dump the throw up, when she heard something. She turned around and saw demons everywhere. She started to panic and threw the throw up at them. Of course, it didn't work. Paris walked out of his room and looked at London. "Hey London have you seen Sira..." He trailed off. He cursed under his breath. "Sira you dummy!" He wanted to say much more than that. "She went through the wards!"
London was quickly on his feet and sprinting toward the door.
"They're here!" He called to him as he got to the wards. "She's in trouble." He gritted his teeth as he was about to fly but remembered his hurt wing to late. He shook it off and used all the speed he could muster toward where he sensed them.
"They're here!" He called to him as he got to the wards. "She's in trouble." He gritted his teeth as he was about to fly but remembered his hurt wing to late. He shook it off and used all the speed he could muster toward where he sensed them.
She gritted her teeth. She was sure Paris probably wasn't nervous and London was still sick. 'I need to do this on my own.' She thought. She held out her hand and suddenly, she knew what to do. She ran forward and managed to kill a couple. She threw a few into a tree, making the tree fall on a couple of them. Soon she lit the tree to make sure they were dead. She ran forward quickly and punched some into the ground. She kneed a demon and slammed the face in a tree. She was actually doing it.
London ran as fast as he could, getting there just in time to see her taking all of them down. He smiled for a second, before springing into action himself. Seeing one sneaking up behind her and ran forward, punching him hard in the face.
She heard a grunt of a demon and turned around. She saw London there and smiled. "London! I—" She was cut off by being punched back into a tree and knocking the wind out of her. Paris flew down and sliced one demon with his sword and then the one who hit Sira next. "London! Get Sira out of here. I'll catch up after I distract these guys." He said raising his sword.
"Right." He nodded and ran over to her, lifting her up into his arms and running away as fast as he could. Once they were far enough away he looked down at her. "Did they hurt you?" He asked.
"No..." She lied. A trickle of blood ran down her arm and soon, from the temple of her head. She quickly wiped the blood from her temple off, but ended up smearing it. "London..." She said his name worriedly.
He cursed under his breath as he saw the blood and stopped running. He made sure none of them were around before he knelt down and gently set her down.
"You did great though." He said trying to smile, though he was very worried. He wiggled his fingers around and a sort of pink light came to them. "Hold still."
"You did great though." He said trying to smile, though he was very worried. He wiggled his fingers around and a sort of pink light came to them. "Hold still."
She flinched when she saw the light. She started to squirm around and trying to get away from him. "What are you doing with that?" She said nervously as she managed to sit up, some blood dripping on the floor. She started to back away from him.
"I'm gonna heal it up." He said pulling his hand back. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. "Just let me stop the bleeding." He pressed his lips together, hating seeing her hurt like this.
She stared at him for a bit. She looked away and nodded. "Okay, but... London!" She saw a demon behind him and she quickly got up. She jumped over London to protect him. The demon sunk it's nails into her shoulder and she scream out slightly. She used her other hand and hit the demon. As it flew it's fingers went through her skin and fell into a tree. She fell to her knees as she held her fast bleeding shoulder.
London didn't have time to react to any of it. He cursed as he saw her get hit and quickly scrambled over to her side.
"Hold still..." He breathed looking over the wound. He cursed and shook his head. "Okay, this is....going to sting a bit..."
"Hold still..." He breathed looking over the wound. He cursed and shook his head. "Okay, this is....going to sting a bit..."
She nodded and this time she didn't hesitate or try to back away. The pain had gripped on her and it wasn't letting go. She removed her now bloody hand from the wound and let him heal her.
He pressed his lips together and reached gently over, hovering his fingers with the pink energy on them over her wounds slowly. All the time wishing he could just take her away from all of this.
She felt her wounds close and accepted the stinging when it came. She bit her lip tightly though then it stopped. She saw her wounds were healed, but she was dizzy and light headed.
He pulled his hand back once he was done and gulped slightly.
"You lost some blood." He breathed quietly. "But you'll be okay. "IF you want to....sleep you can. "I'm right here."
"You lost some blood." He breathed quietly. "But you'll be okay. "IF you want to....sleep you can. "I'm right here."
She shook her head. "The wards... We need to go back to wards... Paris..." Her breath caught at the name. What if he already dead? What if he died for them? Tears weld up in her eyes. "We need to hurry back."
"Okay, alright." He gently wiped her tears and lifted her into his arms again. He would go looking for Pairs once he had her back safely. He ran back as fast as he could, careful not to jostle her to much. Once he did, he gently set her down on the couch. "I'll be back, I'm going to go look for him." He kissed her softly.
Sira nodded and closed her eyes. 'He'll make it through...' She thought to herself. She found herself getting less confident as the time ticked by. She curled up on the couch and waited. (Is it okay we kill Paris. It can give Sira a real strength booster also to London possibly.)
((Sure, if you want to.))
He watched her for a moment, not wanting to leave her there alone. But he knew she would be safe. He took in a deep breath and ran back out, heading back to where he had left him.
He watched her for a moment, not wanting to leave her there alone. But he knew she would be safe. He took in a deep breath and ran back out, heading back to where he had left him.
Paris was bleeding fiercely, but he wouldn't give up. He kept fighting them. His sword was bloody from the demons and the ground was like a hurricane went through. 'Just a little longer, Paris.' She thought.
London stopped in his tracks for a split second as he saw him there. He let out a breath and quickly launched himself at one of the demons that went for him. He tackled it to the ground and knocked it out cold. Quickly standing out and taking out the last few there. Not without getting himself hit a few times too.
"London." Paris said quickly. He touched his broken wing and managed to heal it. "You have to go back inside the wards... Without me... Uh, tell Sira that it was a honor." Paris looked down then up again. "Hurry and fly." Paris closed his eyes and started to say a spell that should make him a living bomb. He would die of course, but hopefully, he'll die hero.
"Pairs...." He shook his head trying to tell him no, taking a step closer to him but then heard the spell he was saying. He gasped quietly and quickly flew as fast as he could into the air as he said the few last words. He closed his eyes tightly, for some reason feeling tears come to them.
Sira felt the ground rumble and ran outside. She saw a flash of light and her eyes widened. "No!" She sank to her knees. "London!" She called out. "Paris!" When no one said anything she only thought of the rest. "No. No. No." She held her head and started to cry.
He didn't get up fast enough and some of the force hit him, sending going faster then he wanted. He crash landed a few feet in front of the cave, groaning in pain as he hit the ground and skidded a few inches forward.
She lifted her head and saw London. "London!" She scrambled to her feet in a rush. She hugged him tightly and started sobbing. "You're okay! You're okay!" She said happily. Then lifted her face. Soon, a frown appeared. "Where's Paris?"
"Alright." He smiled. "Lets try it I guess."