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"So it's settled then. We get him the moment he gets back, alright?" The tall, dark Charr with red stripes rolling over his body would say, smirking to the small group that he'd gathered up here.

His four ears twitched in place, those eyes watching them all to make sure that they were on board and even as his quad of horns shifted from one side to the next to look at each of them all he got back from his fellow char were a bunch two nods and a one set of blushing cheeks. The sight of that pure white creature wearing a suit with short horns always went along with them despite the near constant crimson tone of his cheeks from the amount of blushing that he constantly went through.

"Come on, Gentlepaw. He's been gone for months and when he gets back he's probably going to try and go to bed. That's no welcome back for a friend. We want to do this for him and you should be apart of it." Belph's lips curled into a smirk, the easy smile that touched him allowing this beast to try and convince his easily embarrassed friend.

"I'm... I'm not saying 'no'." Gentle replied, having all of the eyes on him at once to look over the red clearly burning through his white fur on his cheeks, "I'm just thinking about how cute all of us look when he sees us."

This group laughed softly, a white arm moving around the shoulder of that suit clad char to hug him close. Their local elementalist always happy to join in on their fun and soon followed by a quick hug from the dark grey arms that wrapped his figure. Gentle hugged back softly, smiling over at the elementalist to the side. These four had a plan now, a scheme for how to welcome the largest among their community back to their home once again. When the dark Charr started to walk, started to pull away from these other three started to walk towards him, following him, keeping up with his pace only so that when he looked back over his shoulder he could see them like a group of ducklings trying to catch up with mamma. Belph didn't mean taking the lead on this, didn't mind having them follow him so that he could put them all where they needed to be. This wasn't a task that he felt needed to be accomplished but instead was something fun that he wanted to do for a close friend of his, for a community power house that had put himself on the line for their warband so many times before and was finally returning from doing so now.

The local magic specialist, the elementalist, was the first to catch up with the slightly larger Belph, happy to walk beside him while his hips sways a bit with every step. The horns on his pure white head lifted up to curl forward, rising high like a crest of power as that always smiling face looked on at the strong, dark body that walked beside him. He was happy to be participating in such a thing, enjoying the very idea of being sexy for what really came down to being their tribal champion, but then again Doru never shied away from being sexy in the least. The very least he'd be the first one to jump on this opportunity to see someone looking on at him in a flirty and teasing way. Nothing made this Charr happier than to see the reactions of people as he sways his hips, pulls his mage gown in tight around him to show off those curves, and then wiggle his toes a bit. We he a bit alluring? Absolutely, but he was this way by choice, by wanting to have others see him as flirtatious and sexy, something he was already. The easy smile that wrapped his lips, the soft tones of his white fur, even the slightly muscular design that came from being a spell caster on the back row during engagements, left him knowing exactly who he was, how he wanted to be, and loving every single second of it.

As Belph's hand easily slid over to wrap his large, powerhouse sized digits around that well wrapped Charr butt the white magic user jumped forward, springing away from the touch with a clear smirk on his lips. A finger wagging quickly to make his point known, "Oh no no no, sir. I'm saving myself for our gracious host to arrive. You'll just have to wait your turn."

The other two laughed at this softly and even the usually very serious and direct Belph had to crack a smirk. So that was the game, was it? Doru wanted to flirt and seduce but hold off for his counter part to arrive. It made for a fine suggestion, a very interesting game, and even this towering dark feline would have to obey such a will. He was just going to have to get back at the white spell weaver later on after their tiny event was finished. Already he was making plans, figuring out exactly what he was likely to do, but of course those ideas were starting to get him excited which left the large Charr to have to focus on other things so that he wasn't too pent up when their current champion arrived. The very idea of calling him such only drove a light growl to Belph's lips, feeling that he should be the one with such a title, but knowing that the last time they faced off for it that their host had found a way to best him. It was fine, though, just the way that things go and even Belph knew that he could challenge him again anytime to try and take that title back from him. This upcoming event wasn't about such things, though, it was about helping to make him happy, to welcome him back after his long trip so that way he would know that they all had been waiting for him to arrive. Even if there were power struggles, even if they didn't always get along as well as they likely should, this was their warband, and even if they didn't share blood with one another, they most certainly were willing to spill it which as far as these Charr were concerned made them family.

"So Belph," called the dark steel grey Charr following behind, "What is the plan anyway? Are we just going to jump him when he gets home, or what?"

A confused look came over that dark face while he looked back at Shattered, wondering exactly what he thought they were doing before the words actually clicked and he realized what the grey warrior was trying to say, "No, nothing like that. Don't worry, I've got a plan, and we already have a place set up to make this work."

Their short adventure had managed to bring them towards the presence of a small shack, something that was clearly crudely made in a hurry, but study enough to outlast nearly any weather that was thrown at it. It was clear that nobody was going to be lifting in it, but as the rope attached to the door was pulled the threshold would be opened to reveal what looked to be a set of stocks. Usually a stockade captured the head and arms, but this one was obviously missing the head hole and left the wrist ones to be just that much wider. It was only with the addition of the low-seated chars against the wall just behind them and the huge variety of different objects mounted on the wall that all of them came to realize what this place was, which left all four of them to smile even if Gentle's cheeks were burning brighter than ever before.

"So this is your plan." Shattered said with an easy smirk on his lips, "We're going to bring him in here and then buckle ourselves in. You know, when you said you had a plan to welcome him back to the warband after he returns, I thought you were going to challenge him again, but this is actually very nice... even for you."

"I can be nice!" The dark Charr protested, taking a bit of offense to the face that the grey coat was trying to indicate that he had to always be serious and opposing,

"Well why don't we all buckle ourselves in now and wait. Only one of us needs to go fetch him when he gets back." The white magic user claimed, just trying to think about how to speed up the process of getting himself in those restraints, "We'll have Gentle do it."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We'll get in now and then Gentle can bring him to us." The others agree leaving those four white ears on the suit clad Charr to droop a bit.

"I'm not going to be in the stocks?"

"You will," Shattered corrects him, even lightly touching his shoulder, "But someone has to bring him here or he won't know that we're waiting for him. Get him and then you can join us and buckle down your feet."

Gentlepaw smiled to this plan, not wanting to be left out, but happy that he could instead be included in their little game. If anything his job was that much more important because he actually had to go and get the guy to bring him back to them. The white Charr could only imagine what it would be like if his close friend came back home only to have nobody around to greet him, or worse not be able to find anyone. That was a type of situation that these adventurers have nightmares about. Gentle wasn't given this task because he was shy, or because he would simply agree to it. He'd been asked to do this because he was one of the few that could not only bring their host to them, but also not ruin the surprise about what they had planned. He wasn't the cruel or overly flirtatious type, but instead the kind of person that others were able to rely on. That was why when a distant adventurer comes to their little warband it was always Gentle that spoke to them first, warmed them up to the idea of being around the Charr or drive them off if they're only arriving to cause troubles. This was one of the reasons he had the suit to begin with, besides the fact that it made him look absolutely sexy and no one could tell him otherwise.

"Hello?" The all too familiar voice called from around the middle of town, bringing Gentle to quickly rush towards him with a bright smile on his lips.

It was a warm blush that flowed when his eyes caught sight of the orange fur with black stripes, the image of this powerful feline standing there in full armor and weapons. It was the sight that made Gentlepaw's heart jump as he raced towards his friend and wrapped him in a tight hug. Even Loki couldn't resist returning the affection to his friend as he smiled to him softly, and soon questioned where everyone was. This white Charr smiled even brighter, wrapping his fingers around his friend's hand in order to start pulling him along, not even giving him time to remove his armor as he dragged him through the village and towards that shack that he'd just come from. The look of confusion wrapped Loki's face at first, but the very moment his hand pressed to the door and pulled it open everything came to light and the heavy smile coursed over his lips in a happy and proud display.

The cheer of "Welcome Back" ringing off of their lips all at once while even Gentle joined them in his own seat with his feet taking up the half circles that were left with the catch of the stocks being left off. They'd decided to give their returning champion the honor of locking them in.

* * *

The four felines had been waiting all day, had been hoping he'd come home safe and there he was. The sight of him making each one smile with the exception of the dark furred powerhouse who simply gave a satisfied and respectful nod. This place had seemed lonely for some, empty to others, and while most of the warband was still with them the entire time there skills wouldn't go to much without a quest to impart on. Now that their party leader, their champion had returned, it marked a place where challenges could be made and journeys could be set upon with him, but for now they were focusing on his return, on his "welcome back" from the long trials he'd been through and what better way than to have each wrapping their hands around the leather of their boots and shoes. Some peeled free, sliding from the foot as it was dropped down to the floor while others were a bit more complex. Buckles, laces, however they needed to remove their footwear the only thing that remained after were the white and black socks that covered the feet of these creatures. Their toes bending at the soft surface, filling it, making it wrap around bone and meat. When those clawed digits gripped down on the soft silk and cotton the long pull that they made stretched the sock, distorting what looked like a foot underneath as more and more was pulled free. Inch by inch teach foot was revealed, first the ankle, slender but muscular, then the heel, round well tended to and clean, then came the long arch reaching down to the soft pad at the bottom of the foot like tiny bubbles of flesh that the cushioned every single step made by these warriors and spell casters. Finally one toe popped free of the gripping fabric shrinking it around the rest until the next one was let loose and then the next. The sock no longer gripped the foot at all but as it was pulled away the last of the toes were brought into the light within this shake, showing those clean and handsome feet kept in perfect pristine condition. The very sight of it left Loki huffing, left him wanting to lick, to taste, to suckle the round toes, but knowing that this wasn't what they had set up for him to do.

Without a word he'd smile at each of the, watching the their faces as they looked back expectingly. He'd lift from his well positioned seat, having seen their little show and ready to show them his own while his fingers wrapped around the wooden cover of the stocks, gripping onto what was known as the catch before he pushed his fingers against it so that it could slowly start it's downward swing. Each one had their ankles firmly in the carved out notch, keeping them in place so that as the swing started it would quickly pick up speed. Inch by inch moving faster until the loud crash of wood on wood clapped out in a thunderous tone which left each of the four releasing a sudden gasp where they were made to worry about if their feet were going to be pinched. Not one of them was harmed, only frightened a bit and this set a perfect mood for what he had planned for them. The latch on the side was turned, trapping the catch down over the stock but when his hand gripped on a steel lock he'd fasten them in place so that they would know there was no escape until he wanted there to be.

Each heart fluttered as they were trapped in place, locked tight so that not one of them could pull free even while the red, armor clad, feline turned his quad of horns towards that back wall to look over it. He had to smile, them giving him such power to help him relax. It was a showing of trust, and one that he was happy to accept as he looked on at the toys that he was going to be using on them. Feathers, rods, leather, cloth, so many different objects and styles that he could use, even a bottle of what looked to be oil was left to the side just to help with all of this. As he turned his gaze back towards them they all could see the dark smirk that rolled over his lips, could tell that they were in for quite the performance and not one of them was willing to even try and complain or struggle. Not a single one willing to miss the amazing tickle torture that they'd set up for themselves. Even Belph felt a soft blush wash across his cheek from the look he was being given, Doru found himself excited, squirming a bit in anticipation of what kind of game he'd gotten himself into. He was excited, but the waiting was torture all in itself. When those eyes turned to Shattered he could see the dark grey furred creature looking right back at him in an easy smirk, wanting to see the show that was going to be given to him, but not willing to speak out just yet to begin his own teasing. Oh there was some words to come, some tones that he wanted to show this orange feline, but that was going to wait until Loki was ready to begin. Gentlepaw was usually found blushing when confronted with any kind of showing like this, but he was more shy than the rest were. Loki would give him a fair amount of treatment, but knew his plans very specifically as to how he would handle the nervous Charr.

With his tongue crossing over his own lips, leading to a soft click to bounce off of these four walls, Loki finished his plan for each of them and smirked at the pure evil of it that he knew they would all love. It was now time to begin.

* * *

Toys were fun, but Loki was always the "hands on" type of person. He reached his fingers down over soft padded foot that Doru happened to have and with an easy roll of his thumb across the top of it he'd smirk and listen to the gentle moan slipping free from that white Charr. All of the magical experience in the world didn't help him to stop a generous foot massage once it started. The ball of that thumb crushing against the pad, pinching down just enough to spread those toes just a little bit more and leaving the orange beast to look on at that face while a red blush started to roll across it. Loki didn't forget about the others, though and just as Doru started to warm up, started to allow himself to settle into the feeling of that hand wrapped around his foot it would be released, the pleasure stopped instantly and leaving this elementalist to gasp while his four ears rolled back a bit.

Loki had a smirk on his face now, already starting to set his plan into motion. Torture wasn't always about what he did to someone, but was also about denying them pleasure, what he restrained himself from doing which was every bit as important. While he stood up his body turned over to the wall of toys. A hand lifting up slowly to rub against the shaft mounted with a feather, leaving it were it hung, then the rod wrapped in leather, leaving it where it hung, and finally reaching his hand down to the oil that was set up on a stool. His fingers wrapping around it, pulling it from the top and when he smirked to them those eyes rested on the tough Charr with dark fur. Dumping the bottle over his feet and rubbing it in would be a basic move, a rookie mistake and a complete waste of all their rubbing oil. Instead he'd turn the bottle on himself, rolling it in one hand to squirt just enough into the palm of the other that when his robbed those hands together he could roll his fingers over one another and spread the slick fluid over every single point of his gripping digits. The smile that he had on Belph never faded, though, and Loki found himself looking him directly in the eyes as he moved those now slick hands over against the firm and still top side of the foot. The solid bone that was there made a perfect platform that he could start at while his fingers rolled over the top of the toes in order to make them bend and curl. Belph didn't react, though, just enjoying himself and working at keeping his tough image by resisting anything that Loki was willing to do to him. When those digits slid between those large round toes, though, he'd feel the slightest of twitching just before pulling out. That was his starting point, that was where he was going to begin. The tips of his fingers returned, the claws raking through that fur between the nubs just before he'd make small circles with the ends of those nails. Belph continued to hold himself off, continued to resist, but the shaking of his chest, the motion of his shattered breath rolling through his body, left him displaying his weakness for Loki to witness instantly.

It was something he'd come back for, something he'd further test, but there were other people that needed his attention too and he wasn't going to simply ignore them. The next person that he found himself in front of was one of his closest friends, one of the warriors that he'd known the longest time. That grey fur was all too familiar to him and while he already had memorized his friend's ticklish points that didn't mean that he was going to be able to pull laughs out of him instantly.

"You going to stare at me all day, or are we doing this." Shattered asked him with an easy smirk over his lips, wanting to tease and edge his orange friend on.

Loki had to chuckle to this, knowing his friend better than anyone as they smiled towards one another. It was a single finger that brushed right across the bottom of the ball to that foot that would leave Shattered's body stiffening in place, his muscles tensing up, and his breathing folding into his lungs with a loud gasp that had no purpose other than to erupt from his body in a loud cough. Those feet kicked and squirmed against the stocks, trying to escape but there was nowhere for him to go and even while his feet rolled and twisted and curled he'd find himself with nothing more than the mercy of Loki pulling his hand away and leaving Shattered working to catch his breath to refill his stinging lungs. That showing alone was something of a display, of a representation of what he was willing to do to each of them and the state that he was planning to leave them all in at the end of this.

The final person that he turned to was the suit clad member of their group, the sight of him showing that nervous blush, but his feet completely open for use as Loki looked on at them. Two hands moved down to the left foot, feeling it, rubbing it, and rolling his digits against the pads to help provide a little massage which he hoped to allow Gentle to relax some. True to his name his paws were very soft, very gentle, very well cared for, and the orange feline was seeking out to pamper him with his thumbs digging in more and feeling over that foot, touching the bubble-like curves of the pads and enjoying allowing him to enjoy himself. Loki had plans for Gentle, knew exactly how he was going to tease and torture this Charr, but he had to be more subtle about it thanks to that shy nature. After only a little bit of feeling over those feet he'd pull away, turning back towards this wall again to try and pick up the pace just a little bit.

The sliding touch of his orange fingers found their way over the different rods, shafts, and objects that were placed on the wall, and while most would go for some feathered object he knew that if he was going to be dealing with the a tough customer like Belph then he was going to need to start breaking him down early. Instead of curling those fingers around a feather, or a leather shaft he'd move his digits around the what looked to be four round one inch diameter balls each connected in a straight like by a string. It was an object that looked like a torture tool for a different area of the body, but that was where Loki found himself grinning. The first ball found itself hanging down against the sole of Belph's foot right between his big and second toe which allowed the string to wrap around the top of that toe so that the next ball was between the following and so on until each set of toes had a string connecting to each side of that ball between them. Those small orbs finding themselves in place only to have those orange fingers flick the first orb. It would roll easily, bouncing against the next which in turn hit the following and then back again, passing and swaying back and forth across those toes as the vibration from the flick itself rang through each individual one.

The vibration didn't just effect the balls as they rolled over the padding of that foot back and forth, but also vibrated that string held between those toes. It was a sudden rubbing that left Belph gasping instantly and feeling his entire leg tense up while his eyes widened and turned towards the ceiling. This was the feeling of tickle torture that each could come to expect, a merciless wave of stimulation that would never end until the Charr that they put in charge of this event saw fit to allow them to be relieved. Belph was struggling to keep it in, his toes moving, turning, rolling, trying to find any way at all that this little object didn't overpower him, but there was no hope, there was no escape from what had already been started and even now his voice began to muffle out the chuckles that rolled through his lips, the puffing of his cheeks showing just how hard he was trying to keep that laughter in. And then another string of balls were pulled down just like the first to be used in the same manner on the other foot.

"No no no-ahaha!" Belph laughed out, feeling his strong chest swell and lift with the feeling of his laughter rolling through his body. He would have to contain himself, have to struggle to keep his laughter in to uphold that showing of toughness that he was so proud of, but Loki knew his secrets, knew his weakness, and wasn't even trying to warm him up before pushing him neck deep in this river of joy and sensations.

This wasn't the method he was going to use to break Belph, not even close, but it was the method he was going to use to wear him down, to weaken that very strong will. There was nothing left he needed to do to this dark Charr and simply let the string of balls do their job, patience was the key here and for now Loki had other people to turn to and interest himself with. His footsteps took him towards the grey feline, smiling at his long time friend with an open grin across his face.

"What, are you just going to ignore me?" The white magic user would say, "Come on, sexy, show me what you can do. I can take it all you've got." He smirked and squirmed in his seat a bit while looking over that strong armored body, the slow lick of his lips rolled before those eyes turned towards his own. Doru felt his ears fold back, gaining the attention that he wanted, throwing out his flirts and his little lines of affection, but was this really attention that he wanted given what had just happened to Belph?

Loki nodded slowly, smiling and pointing at the elementalist, the smirk that shown on his face indicating that he had a very clear plan. "All I've got, huh?" he asked him softly, looking over the wall and gripping what looked to be a small platform covered in tiny bird feathers. He'd place it right on the shelf of that stock under the foot with the feathers not quite touching the round, bubbling-like padding of it, but when he released a soft blow, moving his breath through the feathers they'd bend, twist, and turn right there on the spot in order to rake at the underside of this foot, clawing at it with soft touches and gentle caresses to lift that white body into an instantly squirming and twisting state, fighting to pull his feet back through the stocks that held him down as laughter burst from his lungs. Doru didn't have even close to the same resistance as Belph, but when you flirt the way he can you don't really need it.

"Still want to handle all I've got?" Loki teased back at him, speaking right into the very sensitive feathers to watch them blow across that foot in time with the intensity of each syllable which made the white magic professional wiggle all the more, "Oh, I see that you like it when I talk like this, but I don't think you can handle it for too much longer."

"P.. please.. please.. no more.. please.. it's too much, love. I can't take it." The laughter continues, burst from his lungs, struggling to withstand and having no way of doing so.

It was only then that Loki decided to how nice he was, leaving that platform of feathers there, but no longer blowing into it. No, he had other people to deal with and certainly didn't want to make them feel ignored. He'd been wanting to get to Shattered for a while, to see that dark steel grey furred Charr struggle a bit against his attempts, but there was someone else that really needed some attention right now, "Am I really going to be last? Come on, Loki, you know I can take it. What's going on?" Another tease, another taunt, but this time the orange feline wouldn't fall for such a simple tactic. He didn't ignore his grey friend and wouldn't forget what he said, but knew that Shattered could wait just a little bit longer for his treatment. Instead Loki would turn himself towards his shy friend, the nervous Gentlepaw that blushed up to him. It had taken him a little bit to plan out the perfect treatment for this handsome suit clad creature, but now he felt that he had the perfect plan. This tactic was simple, easy, and with his hand once again wrapping around that oil he'd start to slather his hands once again. Every smooth motion of his fingers that passed over those feet helped to cover them in that creamy oil, coating his fur and flesh with them as he took his time specifically to make sure that Gentlepaw's gentle paws were well tended to. The size of them, the soft pads, the easy motion of his fingers, everything worked out and every tiny bend was covered until the point where not a single dry spot remained on those feet or toes.

Loki didn't need to use a device on this one, he didn't need to use some random tool to tickle Gentle who was blushing deeply up at him and already starting to squirm a bit. All he needed to do was open that door. The fast movement of his hand would swing it open quickly, feeling the soft breeze blow into their shack which would hit those oil covered feet directly. This breeze along was strong enough to brush against those feathers that were torturing Doru, forcing him to laugh and squirm all over again, but it also shifted and turn the oil located on those feet leaving it to chill while it was moved by the air around in small circles. It was a motion that at first Gentle didn't even feel, but only a few seconds in started to giggle while the cold touch of the fluid passed between his toes, passed over the ball of his foot, passed under his heel. What started out as a soft chuckle rolled louder, harder, and more intently in perfect harmony with the burning of his red cheeks showing through his white fur. Laughter lifting from him, his breath echoing and his body quaking while he grunted and shivered against that soft breeze.

Gentlepaw was handled, he'd be tended to in a slow and devastating burn that would wear out his will and leave him as a laughing and drooling mess soon enough, but now this strong orange Charr would be able to focus on his closest friend, his favorite warband-mate. Those fingers wrapped around the stock as Loki leaned forward onto it, looking Shattered directly in the eye and smirking at him, "I know I'm handsome, but I think maybe it's time we got started." the grey Charr announced, told him directly with an easy smirk on his lips.

It was obvious that Shattered wanted to be Loki's difficult member for today, was going to give him the hardest time. At first he thought it was going to be Doru but with that wind doing his work for and leaving that white Charr kicking his feet to try and find any way at all to escape in vane, the only one left talking was his dark grey friend right in front of him. "You do know that with them all handled that means all the gentle treatments are taken up right." It was a realization that Shattered hadn't gotten yet, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging open as if wanting to reply but having nothing at all to say. He knew what he was going to do, knew exactly what he wanted, and with an easy chuckle turned from his friend so that he could pick up what looked to be a balancing platform right between those feet. They were separated enough that as he lifted a bar from the wall with a feather on either end of it he could place the center of this bar right through the ring on the stalk of this platform, perfectly balancing it. At first the feathers just touched lightly on the feet, not much real tickling going on and leaving Shattered to smirk at him with a confident smile, but then when that orange hand lifted and quickly came down with a slap across the top of Shattered's foot. This grey feline barked out at the pain of it, but that motion had begun this entire simple device. As the foot was forced down it pushed on the end of the bar and forced the other side up. The feather then ran over the entire end of the foot, from heel to toe and leaving and forced the very natural reflex that would make this teased and tickled foot twitch, pushing down on that end. This method continued back and forth, leaving one foot to be tortured and then the next, back to the first and second again. It was something that forced those already wide eyes to water as he strained not to laugh, as he struggled to keep himself, but only found more and more of those choked chuckles rolling from the edges of his lips.

By the time Loki left Shattered behind he was laughing openly, joining his voice to the others here while the orange feline turned his striped body back towards his friendly rival. Those balls were still doing their job, they were still handling themselves perfectly with vibrations rolling from one end to the next, but still he was working on resisting the best he could. This meant that Loki needed to apply his tactics a little bit more... specifically to the dark Charr. The ball strings between the toes were a good start, but now it was time to finish this. A rod was pulled from the wall, and with a quick movement was easily placed on the top of Belph's ankles, what came next was an attachment to this bar as hooks were placed around it on either side of the feet with another rod covered in thick white fur. Normally this would do nothing by itself, but it was the vibration of those balls that would come into effect. A few more hard flicks against those round orbs would built up their vibration, would pick up the speed of those balls and leave them shaking hard with the string between those toes. Already this would be too much for most, but as that vibration passed through the foot it would shake the bar on his ankle and bounce the fur covered bar up and down the length of his foot from the heel to the pad and back down again. This was all Belph could stand and found himself laughing hard, unable to withstand himself, unable to control himself any longer.

Loki smiled while all of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, seemed to be having the time of their lives sitting in their seats. He certainly wasn't going to be the one to ruin that for them and with a smirk decided to leave this shake behind for a few hours, letting them have their fun while he took his time to unpack his things from his long trip.