Alaris

He was totally NOT picking his nose. It was itchy—. Sitting up a bit on the couch as Reve passed and called out to him. “Yo, boss. What can I do for you?”

“That guild is full of idiots it seems.”

Is suddenly in the floorboards. “Do I get my guild mark now?”

Takes a selfie with the closest mage. “Hell yeah cause we’re the best.”

“Write me from jail, loser.”

Alaris couldn’t help but to stare, dumbfounded at the situation, yet he’d eventually burst out into a fit of laughter. Slowly descending down with Luke, both touching the ground in a matter of seconds. “Well, well, well. That’s one way to lose a fight!”

— higher above the duo, the mage would let out an annoyed ‘Tch’ before continuing on. “I’ll give you the height advantage and act as your defense by dodging anything they throw at us. As long as you unleash hell upon them. Deal?”

— flight path altered as he now headed towards his comrade, Luke. Hoisting him into the skies and elevating him above the two slayers. “Listen, man. They’re eating everything I got. I hate to admit it, but my strength compared to theirs is seemingly minuscule.” Flying—

— missing. Clapping at the duo’s incredible performance, Alaris would let out a small chuckle after Gajeel’s threatening display. “Or else what, tin man?” Diving down towards the ground at incredible speeds, Alaris would seemingly approach the Fairy Tail mages. However, his—

Listening as the pink haired one insulted his flames, Alaris simply floated in disbelief. Probably should have seen that coming. Regardless, these two were phenomenal. Despite their bickering towards each other, they had great synchronicity. Perhaps that’s what they were—