Gideon ate sulkily although, by the time Senjin delivered a cup of water to his table, Gideon had already finished one of the pork buns in a famished manner. When the cup of water was placed in front of him, Gideon stared at it somewhat perplexed. His backpack wasn't heavy from books, it was heavy from water bottles. He was in no shortage of water bottles and disliked the fact that someone had thought he needed an aid. His face exhibited faint traces of being vexed, but honestly, he was somewhat grateful, however aggressively he took his act of kindness.

Ungracefully downing the cup of water Gideon suddenly heard the girl sitting across from the Samaritan call out, "Ah, hey, why don't you join us over here?" Gideon looked up from his pork buns one more, as if asking [i]"Me?"[/i] Before making eye contact with her. He paused for a moment, looking for an answer before sweeping up his pork buns and standing with a curt [color=ffce03]"Yes."[/color]

With a single long stride, he roughly pulled the nearest chair and sat down with an audible 'fwump'. His glaring eyes attempting to soften but maintaining their digging stare nonetheless. Looking towards Senjin first, he asks in a heavy English accent, [color=ffce03]"What is your name, Samaritan?"[/color]



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