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Azerus didn't sit still, remain quiet or pay full attention. He continually fidgeted around on the spot while mumbling obvious observations, usually at the expense of another Chimera's features.

He had grown up surrounded by awful prejudice and hateful racism for what he is. Yet all his hardships didn't make him any more sympathetic to others of his kind, instead only further instilling a deep seeded resentment for those like him. He had long since convinced himself that suffering was necessary and all of his kind was deserving of it. He looked down at his own type with the same condescending spite and malice that others had treated him with. He cursed monsters for their interbreeding but hated hybrids the most. They were the abominations in between that blurred the lines. But most of his resentment fell to creatures like the one before him. Those that didn't know first hand of the darkness of humans hearts. The isolation of exile or the humiliation of subjugation.

[color=goldenrod][b]"Yea sure bud, I'll meet you in there."[/b][/color] he lied trying to ditch the oaf. He surely didn't want to upset the guy but he hardly wanted to get stuck with him either. As Azerus entered the square room he feigned interest in the food as he searched for a particular type of people. His people, arrogant, confidant, prideful, popular, human.

Azerus picks the least damaged tray after eyeing it with a clear disdain. Slowly he makes his way around the buffet being very selective and picky with his food turning his nose up at much of it. He deliberately picks food not near Berke but his chances of avoiding the small giant grow slimmer and slimmer by the minute as he struggles to find an in with anyone else.