[h2]Bawen Coridell[/h2]
Bawen stares limply as Joseph grips his wrist. [color=#00FFFF]”You're...hurting me.”[/color] he say flatly, attempting to ignore the sensation of the bones grinding against each other. Terror bubbles in the chimera's gut and he bites the inside of his cheek to will away the urge to flee from it. 

Bawen still wasn't sure what the humans intentions with the three of them were. But with two humans striking him in one day, he decided he no longer cared. The order was given, and he had no interest in seeing what they'd do to him if he didn't fall in line. He turns his head back towards Berke and Mark, wrist still held in Joseph's grasp tightly. 

[color=#00FFFF]”I...Apologize Mr. Bayamaar."[/color] He says, voice ringing with more refinement and a well practiced etiquette. [color=#00FFFF]”Roommate selection is somewhat stressful, and I appear to have taken it out on you and your friend. I'm sure I would enjoy nothing more than the opportunity to become your friend and discuss our..."[/color] His eyes lock with Mark's before he continues, stomach rolling as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to say. [color=#00FFFF]”I believe the phrase you used was 'beast spirits'?"[/color] 

He then returns his gaze to Joseph, his face not betraying his concerns about the apology sounding genuine enough to sate the human's whims. [color=#00FFFF]”Is...is that sufficient sir?"[/color] He asks, quietly and carefully. 
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