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[b]Lucas Schwarz[/b]

Chaos. 

In the time it had taken for the Atlesian expatriate to simply answer my question, the scene had devolved into pure, unmitigated [i]chaos[/i]. The amount of people in our small group had roughly tripled, with Beryl hugging the life out of Bianca, after dragging in some wiry-looking faunus guy that I could only assume was their new teammate following Napoli's departure, Vega was right behind [i]her[/i] ordering tea [i]from Jericho[/i], a respectable-looking older woman had followed [i]them[/i] in and was now idly being chatted up by Tanner...

[b]"Uh, righ—"[/b]

[color=ffcf40]"Whatever he's said about us, take it with a grain of salt!"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"I have the shaker right here!"[/color]

[color=ffcf40]"That's the way, throw it over his left shoulder!"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Wasn't it supposed to be the right shoulder?"[/color]

[color=ffcf40]"Get both, just to be sure! No evil spirits on [i]this[/i] guy's shoulders!"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"No bad luck, either!"[/color]

Did they both just think they could do whatever the hell they pleased with other people's personal space?! Did their classmates just [i]let[/i] them pull this nonsense at Signal? As a concerned elder brother, I feel like I should be looking into this if I want to continue my transition towards being the responsible type...

[b]"Would you two [i]please[/i] knock it off?"[/b] I demanded, unable to keep the annoyed growl out of the firmness in my voice. Poor Jericho didn't even have time to cut in between them.

[color=ffcf40]"Why would we knock the salt off? It's there to ward away bad luck."[/color] April deadpanned back to me, with a flat "are you stupid" type of expression. [color=ffcf40]"Do you want him to be unlucky?"[/color]

[b]"I want him to have his personal space respected! He's [i]not[/i] me, and even [i]I[/i] don't like it when the two of you pull one of these gags!"[/b]

Like leaving garlic on my windowsill after watching a vampire movie, or sticking crosses in my face at random, and not to mention all of the wrestling moves at eight in the morning [i]every single day[/i]!

[color=00aeef]"Huh. Well,"[/color] Dawn began, setting the salt shaker back onto the table and primly returning to her seat as April did the same across from her. [color=00aeef]"He does give that older brother vibe though, right?"[/color]

What? No he doesn'—

[color=ffcf40]"Yeah, he does. Say, are we right, Jer-kun? Are you an older brother? You've got the same kinda frowny face as Luke!"[/color]

[b]"I do [i]not[/i] have a frowny face."[/b]

I'm not that [i]pretty[/i], either.

Before I could further retort, however, my attention was sidetracked by a wispy, raspy, and sort of muffled voice floating in from roughly behind me. Evidently, all the commotion had attracted the attention of other patrons.

With a sigh, I turned and gazed up at the tall, vaguely feminine figure donned in the fox mask and overcoat looming over me. 

Right, no identifying features aside from height. Not suspicious at all but...

I glanced back at the two girls currently abuzz over the fairly nonplussed looking knight.

What the hell, right? This cafe's full of weirdos I know. Not like I can really judge.

[b]"Good morning,"[/b] I said in return, inclining my head slightly to the woman(?) in apology. [b]"Are we being too loud?"[/b]

Yes.

Yes we were.

That was definitely true, whether they would say as much or not.