Ori merely watched as Aesrin left, Gypsy came, Ross sashayed, and Beelzecane muttered. He suppressed a chortle of laughter at them all, and instead grabbed up his guitar. "we going to start, or what?" He looked stern, but a twinkling of humor passed across his eyes. "Don't worry Ace, we'll get another pianist. We'll just ask around and see if any one's willing." Surprisingly, he didn't look worried at all. Suddenly, his pocket began to squirm, and a tiny maggot head poked out. Ori sighed impatiently, and let it crawl onto his hand. The Skwyrm's purple eyes looked up at him. "Now, really. It's not polite to hitch a ride in my pocket without asking."
Ross leaned on Ace flirtatiously. She reached up a hand and twirled his hair, giggling girlishly.
Felix just jiggled with laughter, as he had recovered from his fall and was sitting peacefully on a cargo box in the corner.
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