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[h3][color=#b28f00] Nabil.[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
[b]N[/b]abil had been patiently waiting for the new waitress to approach. In her hands was of course a foreign platter, an array of food that he hadn’t ordered but would surely take. A devious frown formed on his lips as Marxo explained him to a tee. It was quite ugly to deny him his food and was one of the quickest way to piss him off. He had once burned down an entire restaurant just for that same reason. 

[color=#b28f00][i][b]N[/b]ow that I look back on that, I sorta regret it. They had some damn good casserole.[/i][/color]

[b]A[/b]s the plates were placed on the shabby table, Nabil dug in unrestrained. His mouth full, he wholly ignored the obnoxious elven women. Though her words had gotten into his head, he had decided her offer was … uninspiring. Yea, that was the word he was thinking about. Once Marxo expressed some form of interest in her proposal, he glanced up at the man from his meal. 

[b]H[/b]e wouldn’t attempt to stop him if he wished to join her. But at the same time, it would be saddening to lose someone he trusted. Friends like those were hard to come by. 

[b]J[/b]ust after Marxo’s own question, Nabil sat back in his chair, laid an arm on the table, and stared at the woman with dead-pan eyes. [color=#b28f00][b] “Y[/b]ou’re not worth it. The trouble that is. Fighting you would only cause me to be sore in the morning. And you bed-ridden. I suggest you use your words and not your fist, girly. Showing off is no way to earn respect.”[/color]

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