[color=Dodgerblue][h1][center]Lazulin Mulciber[/center][/h1][/color]

[color=Dodgerblue]"Sania. . . you don't think I went to far, did I?"[/color] Lazulin turned to the one who could be considered the redhead's only 'close' friend, scratching his chin a bit in confusion. [color=Dodgerblue]"I mean, all things consider, it was a rather tame bit of annoyance I say."[/color] Watching Pythia storm off to pout somewhere else in the tavern, Lazulin took out a note-book from his outfits many pockets, writing down a few quick notes before plopping the thing back where it belonged. With that over, he was about to start 'helping' Nemu win her little drinking game really quick when he heard the unceremonious sound of emptied stomach contents, a sound that made him quirk an eyebrow curiously.

[color=Dodgerblue]"That doesn't sound go- oh geez Asahi!!"[/color] The Devilslayer mutter upon seeing the poor lads condition. Letting out a sigh, he prepped himself to stand up, only to see that another person had came to assist the sunspot in his place. While he felt bad for the blonde(as well as possibly at fault, though what he gave the guy should've made stuff come out the other end), he also saw an opportunity in this moment, having his illusory self mix in with the crowd that was likely gathering around the edges of the tavern to check to see if their guild mate was alright and having it silently and inconspicuously disappear. With a sigh of relief, Laz watched as one of the other guild members came up levitating a ball of water, splashing all of the sick and vomit off of the poor lad until he looked a tad more decent, if somewhat soaked. [color=Dodgerblue]"Hmmm, guess we'll have to wait until he cleans himself up before we can have him try on his new outfit, huh Sania? No one likes a server that smells like RUm and vomit."[/color]

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