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[b]The Library, Day Two[/b]
[sub][@TheHangedMan][@floodtalon][/sub][/center]
Swen was about to deliver his full name and title. [i]About to.[/i]

[color=crimson]"I don't think the library is the appropriate place for a loud invitation to a party slash ball. Some people actually wish to read in here. In the library. Where people read. Without loud distractions like people yelling about a party slash ball that nobody cares about."[/color]

Then some white and black haired ... demon ... walked up and chastised the noble boy. Looking down with a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks, the hellborn creature proceeded to both insult him and make a swoop at his lady in the most calm fashion known to mankind.

The black haired boy was new to this sort of thing, and was left speechless as the asshole proceeded to stare at them expectantly.

[color=gray]"You ... you ...!"[/color] For a few moments, the nobleman lost his composure, embarrassment overcoming him. The child's eyes began to noticeably water he thought about the bullies words. An arm lifted up to his eyes, trying to dry off the forming tears.

God, this was awful. What a failure, to bring shame upon his House-

[color=gray][i]I WILL not fail my house. I won't.[/i][/color]

In a second the nobleman regained his composure, and any sign of his previous embarrassment left his face. His amber eyes faced towards the one attempting to steal his lady.

[color=gray]"My lord, Lady Meriun has already pointed out that flaw in my conduct, so I question if you are so focused on perfecting your own conduct that you ignore her words."[/color] Years of practice at being composed flew into his veins. It wasn't a deep voice, it wasn't a loud one, and it wasn't a high and mighty one. It was a matter of fact tone.

The posture a second later ignored the demon entirely, focusing on Ms. Hazy completely. [color=gray]"My full title is Magierprinz Swen Runvall Von Zauberbuch, but I would be honored if you would treat me with more familiarity than that, and simply call me Swen."[/color]

[color=gray]"As I said before, I would greatly appreciate having you hand at the dance and your mind afterwards, Meriun Hazy."[/color] That was partially a jab at the demon saying he didn't care about the party ... If he didn't care, why was he asking?

Now that he had finished, he looked around nervously. What now? Did he just wait for Meriun to choose between them? Should he say something else? Should he tell of the bastard?

[color=gray]"Um ..."[/color]

He hoped his lack of comfort at this point wasn't too obvious.