[h1][b][i][color=3333FF][center]Alcander Mires[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[color=3333FF]Location:[/color] Best Exotic Hotel, dining area.
[color=3333FF]Interacting with:[/color] Himself, fellow hotel residents.

It looked to be just a regular morning. Things were already getting spilled and there was already a commotion. Alcander felt pity for Desh, but the man's antics couldn't help but amuse the him. Tas' revenge against Murphy had Al shaking his head, though he approved. He couldn't suppress his smile as it happened, and he was just about to walk past them to grab some food before he saw Anya approach. His attention was turned to the nice girl who offered him the customary prashaad. He gave her an inviting grin and nodded to her, accepting it as he always did. "[color=0054a6]Thank you Anya.[/color]" he replied. The lovely girl always uplifted his mood a bit. He felt like Anya and his mom would get along great, sharing recipes and stories for hours. 

Owen had walked in just moments before, the two guys filling in the doorway as they stood side by side. "[color=0054a6]Oh, good morning[/color]." he said to Owen, simply. Alcander always did his best to at least say hi to Owen, out of respect. He was an easy going guy, but he understood his life had been pretty difficult up until now, even if Al didn't entirely know the specifics. Better to be kind at first, he'd learned. Even if his dad wouldn't be proud of him, Al respected guys like Owen. 

His gaze switched to a waving Cera, and he smiled and gave an upraised hand in greeting, his other hand still in his pocket casually. He noticed her cheeks. From where she originated from, he guess she really wasn't used to this heat. He kept himself from shrugging, and waded into the cafeteria and found himself a seat near the center. He ate his food slowly, enjoying every bit of it. Indian cuisine agreed with him, he'd discovered. He didn't know where he was going today. He still felt like going out, even after his adventure to the pool. 

Alcander overheard Cera's call and felt a bit bad for her that she was late. "[color=0054a6]Good luck![/color]" he called to her as she hurried off. Marc looked crestfallen that she'd gone, and Al showed a sympathetic look to the guy. He doubted they'd ever be good friends, but Marc seemed to thrive with people around him and needed it. He'd always felt sorry for people like that. 

He let his mind wander, as it usually did. He didn't pressure himself too much, but where should he go? Fort Amber was always a neat place, and watching the Elephant rides was something that fascinated him. He knew he wanted to read a bit later, but right now he just couldn't think of where to go with this energy he had. He wiped his mouth with a cloth, and took a big sip of water, patting his chest and keeping his burp quiet in his mouth.