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There was a lot of drama that happened after his little speech, and Numair pretty much blocked those out. He didn’t need to see crying people (were there any?) or whatever since touchy feely stuff wasn’t his thing, to be perfectly honest. The threats Riley and Ace gave though… The surfer just couldn’t help but roll his eyes. How cute. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. You’ll castrate me and burn down our house. Keep ‘em piling, I guess,” He quipped lightly and ignored the redhead’s comments about their deal. Yep, this one should be kept away from Gary. Numair kept a thinly-veiled smile on as he picked on the baguette on his plate as the conversations continued. In fact, he almost missed seeing Ace extend her hand as some sort of gesture of goodwill, and hastily leaned forward to meet her halfway in case she decided to retract the Lost Souls’ offer.

“Betrayal’s not good. Got it,” He duly replied then glanced around. Huh, these batch of humans were more reasonable (and hostile) than he thought. Oh well, guess they didn’t want to turn into those mute bunny guards, huh? 

“It’s better if we chill for a while. The next item’s in a place that’s….” Numair narrowed his eyes before continuing, “hectic. We’re going to lie low for a bit until the nobodies passing through the place have come and gone. Until then!” He stood up from his chair noisily and grabbed at random food until his plate was full. When he was finished, Numair sat down and lowered his head in a way that seemed to convey that he was done talking with anybody.

“Hey C, I’m going to eat in the kitchen, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll clean up,” Gary piped up from her place and gathered as much food as she could before running off to the hobbit hole before their leader could say otherwise.