[center][h2][color=cyan]Forrest Brian Idland[/color][/h2][/center]
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	[color=deepskyblue]Forrest cocked his right eyebrow up. He looked at the man approaching towards him. [color=cyan]"What? You're not making it easy for people to like you."[/color] The dark elve proceeded to look around his surroundings to see how everyone else was responding. Forrest did not believe the man was serious. Though he questioned the man's short temper, this might have been a moment of seriousness. His heart beat picked up a bit as he knew he was going to have to start getting physical. 

	Turning over to the hybrid, he motioned to the aggressive individual.[color=cyan]"Yo, Harvey Birdman, you think you can help me out?"[/color] Forrest turned back and could see the man was nearing him with the sword. Quickly, he chucked his half-full cup of 'too sweet' water at the man. He continued to pull himself out of the bench and stood up on the table. [color=cyan]"Excuse me. Sorry,"[/color] he rambled as he began jumping from table to table in order to get away from his second possible murderer. 

	Forrest glanced back and could see a good Samaritan had stopped the fight. He seemed pissed off as well, but not willing to physically show it to other people. [color=cyan]"Yeah, you tell him, man. He don't want that shield in his booty, uh uh."[/color] Forrest continued his immaturity with a few teases at the man. He then began dabbing, which to Willow, might have resembled a stroke perhaps. [/color]