The blonde one didn't even bother to respond to him, and, from his perspective, eyed him with something too arrogant for contempt. The look itself near elicited an involuntary laugh from Makorai who was no stranger to the gaze. [color=darkgoldenrod]"That bruise must hurt. Well earned I bet."[/color] 

The other one, Dawn with the delicate looking skin, seemed to be the most mature out of the trio. More careful he'd say. 

Another feminine voice rang in his ears, this one curled quite unlike the accents of the other ones. A mile different sounding from the pretty blonde, or the porcelain faced girl with the dark hair, but like them, she sounded like she took herself very seriously. The redhead seemed similar spirited to himself but...there was something about the way her swagger worked, something he figured he could put his finger on, but not without jumping to conclusions. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Thanks Isa."[/color] He replied, moving his head backward to look at her. 'Isa like what I see.' Makorai paused. That was terrible. That one was best kept to himself. Probably until he died. He had a vault of those. One liners that never made it. Another one for the vault.

Not a single male face in sight. Makorai figured that it referenced what his disposition was more geared toward. No way it was mere coincidence that he was given a rune along with all of these frankly gorgeous women. Must reflect on who he was more comfortable around. Made complete sense, men were garbage.

Breaking this musing was a fun sized creature that came tumbling through the window behind him. 

Her first comment on coconuts finished that involuntary reaction Silvarae started. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Big, small, some as big as your head."[/color] he continued, finishing the mid part to the old drinking song. 

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Mine is in a naughty place too."[/color] He responded. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I think I'll show you mine, you show me yours is a bit too schoolyard for us.[/color]  

He relatively suspicious entrance would have piqued Makorai's interest a little more, had it been a a man sitting cross legged on the floor before him. He wasn't particularly smart, other than was was granted by his rune, and he had the deductive skill of someone who had been around the block a few times. 

She was distracting though, distracting enough to mitigate his suspicion. 

Makorai wiggled his body slightly. That nip of scotch he smuggled in was starting to sit weird.