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[center][h1]The Darkwell Cafe[/h1][/center]

She giggled and it wasn't that kind of giggle that said, 'omg he's weird why won't he leave me alone', it was more of a 'huh this guy is kinda funny' giggle, which was much better. Of course he'd had experience with both so he would know the difference. [color=Mediumorchid]"Cool sounds good, I'll have-"[/color] he put his menu down and turned to order only to find that there was no waiter patiently waiting for him. [color=Mediumorchid]"Eh, to wait for a waiter I guess."[/color] He said cheerily, seemingly not all dissuaded. His attention was then brought to the sudden heat he felt against his back, like he was near a burner that had been left on. He turned curiously and saw a beautiful redhead glowering death daggers at the somewhat average guy sitting next to her, what's more some short girl popped, joining in menacing the poor guy. Honestly Aliron was one step away from chanting [i]fight, fight, fight,[/i] but he had a feeling that if he did he'd get a real close face-to-face with those nice looking boots of the redhead's. Plus that short girl looked oddly sure of herself for some reason. The waiter by them seemed to not care about the potential danger there and went to deal with other things. Of course things escalated anyway and angry chick stomped away to find a different table.

Apparently this place wasn't usually this busy. Guess this was kind of a bad day to come in. Ah well, maybe he could snag a job here if they were understaffed. Aliron leaned back and glanced around the cafe, huh, guess it did look pretty full. And it only looked like there were like one waiter doing stuff. Maybe the others were smooching or playing games in the back or something. For some reason the stupid little voices were louder now. And they seemed like they were... Coming from people. Odd. In particular he can tell that something was off about that guy trapped between the two women. He was different. A glimpse of that purple appeared again, only this time it wasn't at the corner of his vision, it was centered on that guy. Aliron was about to go over and find out what was the matter with him when he heard a faint voice. Only this time it was actual words not odd meaningless creepy whispers! He stood up and walked towards the voice, lugging suitcase with him: taking a seat next to the two people in the booth and staring at the blue-haired girl, the voice had felt female after all. However that worked. [color=Mediumorchid]"You're the one the keeps making the voices! Right?!"[/color] He asked, not quite accusingly, more excited that he'd found the cause of them. It meant he wasn't crazy, it just meant... Something else. Hm.