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[img]https://i.imgur.com/fcdRxkv.png[/img][h3][color=A9BA9D]Group 5[/color]
[color=A9BA9D]Location:[/color] Flying Train || [color=A9BA9D]Action:[/color] Keeping silent before he ruins everything || [color=A9BA9D]Mood:[/color] Relaxed [/h3][color=A9BA9D]Interacting with:[/color] Sinead Argent [@Orpheus], Druuk [@duskshine749], Regulus [@Mae]
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Michael didn't mind that Regulus never answered his question, though he realized he might've slipped up when he saw Sinead curtsy, as he hadn't bowed. But it seemed this slip-up had gone unnoticed as Regulus turned his attention to the woman, seeming to agree with Michael's personal opinion that she was easy to look at. With King Regulus distracted, Michael finally took his turn to examine their surroundings. It was certainly beautiful and dramatic- though that just made Michael feel even more wary. He had no idea how much of this wasn't just a show put on for them, and in his experience the more beautiful something was, the faster it'd kill you. Looking back at Regulus, he crossed his arms and let Sinead lead the conversation. As flustered as she acted, she still clearly had a better head for this than he.

It was still much to his surprise, however, when Regulus grabbed his head and pressed his thumb to the center of Michael's forehead. He didn't dare stop the monarch, out of fear it would be perceived as a serious slight, but as soon as Regulus had let go he was rubbing the spot his thumb had been pressed gently. [i]What was that all about?[/i] He wondered, but kept the question to himself, letting the situation unfold without further input from him.