[hr][center][h1][color=82ca9d]Murphy McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Tasha, Marc, Cera, Ananya, Owen, Alc, Areum
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Around 7A.M./August 1st, 2016
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	Murphy just sat there for a moment, in complete shock over the fact that Tasha had poured a bowl of cereal over his head; spatting slightly as he turned his head to look over to her, ribbons of milk streaming down his cheeks, cornflakes stuck to his skin. He just started chuckling as he pulled the bowl off his skull and and set it back down in front of Tasha. Leaning forward he reached for Tasha who quickly leaned back and quickly shot him a look as if to say [i]don't you fucking think about it.[/i]

	[color=82ca9d]"Come on Lass, give me a milky kiss,"[/color] he teased, puckering his lips. His lips were met the the flat of her hand as she shoved him back, his chair rocking and nearly toppling over. [color=82ca9d]"Alright, alright,"[/color] he laughed as he picked up a napkin and started to try to clean up. [color=82ca9d]"Oh well, closest thing I've gotten to a shower so far today."[/color]

	Reaching over he picked up the prashaad that Ananya had handed out and shoved one into his mouth, smiling broadly towards her. [color=82ca9d]"Sveets Ananya ke lie dhanyavaad, svaadisht!"[/color] he said, it sounded both awkward and cute when he spoke. His thick Irish brogue speaking Hindi. He had a ways to go to get his pronunciations full like he had with the other languages he knew but he was doing well for someone who had only started studying it a couple of years ago; thankfully he was a quick study when it came to languages, even if he wasn't when it came to common sense. 

	His brow arched slightly as Cera went to dart out of the room but he shrugged. [color=82ca9d]"Toodles Cera, don't keep ya nose wedged in a book as much as Tas does!"[/color] he exclaimed, to which Tas looked over the top of the book she was reading now, having given up on trying to eat right then. She wasn't about to finish what was now covering the table and floor. Rolling her eyes she before waving over to Cera with smirk and bidding her farewell. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Ya man, drink tonight, on anyone but me,"[/color] he chuckled as he shook his hair out like a wet dog, splattering Tasha wish milk. She jumped back a bit and glared at Murphy. [color=82ca9d]"Lass... Lass... Don't.... Tas!"[/color] he said as he scooted back in his chair somewhat before her fist connected with his jaw and he tumbled back, the chair going with him as he spilled out onto the stone floor. Tasha smirked slightly as she wiped herself off and went back to her book. 

	[color=a187be]"If he is still alive when you get back that is Marc, have a good one,"[/color] she said coyly as she eyed Murphy over the top of her book. [color=a187be]"Morning Owen, out of your hammock a bit early aren't you?"[/color] she asked as she spotted him. Murphy laughed as he tilted his head back and looked up at Owen from the flat of his back. 

	[color=82ca9d]"My main man, what's going on? Already fightin' with ya bike?"[/color] Murphy asked him as he rolled over and stood up, fixing the chair. [color=82ca9d]"Top of the morning to ya Alc and achim Arieum,"[/color] he added as he took his seat again. He didn't speak much Korean at this point, if any but he knew morning, kind of like people who didn't know Spanish at least knew buenos dias. Reaching over he grabbed his notebook, cleaning off the splattered milk and cereal before getting the rest of the mess he and Tasha had made cleaned up. Once that was done he smiled over to Tasha. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Ready?"[/color]