There are many people that a gang could set upon on a night, and even get away the victors. But even with the advantage of numbers, attacking the four tipsy people who'd been weaving down the street has turned out to be very much the wrong decision. Because the four tipsy people are in fact military trained. That they're tipsy barely impedes their reactions. It doesn't take them long to have it over with, breathing a little rushed, faces flushed with adrenaline and grins.
'Chelle laughs, and ushers Lan and Percy out of the house, ruffling Nero's hair, and pausing to hug Teo.
Alain wants privacy and Percy... will just pay attention to other things, like Lan and 'Chelle...
Alain's only a minute or so behind them, unlocking the car. "Let's go then," he says sliding into the driver's side.
'Chelle slides into the passenger seat again, not even bothering to call shotgun this time.
The drive back doesn't take long, and Alain and 'Chelle fistbump. "See you later, Chromatic," he says. "See you round, Amoroso, and you, Percy. Hm. Need to figure out what I'm calling you."
'Chelle laughs as she slides out the car. "You'll figure something out, Alain. You're the nickname guy."
"That's sort of the idea," Alain says with a grin. "See y'all round."
"Yeah," 'Chelle says, stepping in to hug her Dad, leaning against him. "Teo said thanks for the food."
"In his own, estimable, Teolike way." Lan steps forward and gets his own hug.
"He asked whether I knew I didn't have to feed him, right?" Aaren asks, holding an arm out to Percy in a silent offer.
Hug! Warm, affectionate feelings. "I'm hoping you guys have eaten something today?"