Passing the Time

Amaterasu looked at Emily. "Bleach? Wow you pussy, Do crack like an adult."

Akira blinked. "Crack?"

Riza morphed into an onerai

"Good thing I'm not a horrible racist," Cyril muttered. "Or the type that kills people just because."

Emily had been joking, geez. "Don't worry about it Akira."

Akira was confused. "Was crack the thing you two were doing in the woods?"

AMaterasu smirked. "Well a crack was involved. Right Emily?" She said as she nudged the tuffle with her shoulder."

Riza morphed back into a neko. "Awww your no fun."

"Several," Emily grinned.

"Oh, would you like me to chase you around the beach then?" Cyril asked.

"As much as I would loooove to have another man up my ass," he said dripping with sarcasm. "I am going to decline."

Akira frowned. "So Ama is an addict as well?"

"I dunno Ama, would you say you're an addict?" Emily grinned.

"You suuuurre?"

"Yep. I'm not Artik."

"Ehhh...the socially accepted term is nymphomaniac."

"You sure you're not?" Cyril asked.

"I thought it was called sexual dependency?" Emily asked, looking up at Ama. Time for your daily lesson in sexology, kids.

"If I was Artik. I would kill myself...forever."

"Nah I just enjoy it...I don't need it."

"Isn't that pretty much what happened anyway? Minus the forever part."

"Whatever lets you sleep at night dear."

"YOU killed me."

"I think your the one that does that."

"No, I meant Artik."

"What you should take away from this, Akira," Emily began, "Is that crack is bad."

"Is that an erection in your pocket or are you just a tennis ball?"

Amaterasu patted Akira's head. "Crack can be good depending on your preference."

"I am a tennis ball with an erection." Cyril replied.

"Crack, the drug, is probably not good unless you're that one race where it's like sugar. That's a weird fucking race."

"Drugs? I think that is what the other races called that stuff that didn't hurt us..."

Riza looked at Cyril. "That sounds like a personal problem."

"It is. I've just solved it," Cyril said, rubbing his fore arms.

"That's... interesting." Emily said slowly. Weird as fuck races.

Nice."

Akira sighed. "At least I still have some of my Bairtqain."

"Yyuuup."

"Some of your what?"

"Its like booze for you guys."

"So wife...thats cool."

"Oh."

"Oh yeah, been with her for many millions of years," Cyril rubbed his nose.

Akira proceeded to get wasted.

Amaterasu borrowed some too

"And now she is banging the onerai?"

Emily gave into the quiet peer pressure. Why not?

"I'm about to bang my fist to your face," Cyril muttered.

"I'm just saying....after a few million years you might want something different."

"Who says we didn't try anything different?"

"We'll....have you tried morphing into a demon?"