[center][h2][color=ed145b]Cyril Parjure[/color][/h2][hr][sub][b]Location::[/b] Luna Crescente's - Mayor's Townhouse
[b]Interacting With::[/b] Illedrith ([@Lord Sawsaw2]), Ceri ([@Rune_Alchemist]), and Saeko ([@Suku])[/sub][hr][/center]
	Well, it was progress for him with the cinnamon bun!... he guessed. Cyrils lips curved up with glee as the young lady and the beautiful mirror knight procured some of the delicacy. Of course, in the process, he stuck a now clenched fist to his face, pressing the thumb against his lip as he rubbed it back and forth in anticipation. Would she enjoy it, would she not? The man stood listlessly there as the girl took a singular bite. This was like a good thriller that kept him on the edge, like The Woman with the Fairy Tattoo.

	Patiently, he crooked his head to the side by a tinge as he heard her murmur something about orange... and from what he could base on what he could make of her face, she seemed genuinely pleased. That small amount of pressure faded away as his smile grew even further, shining some pearly whites as he triumphantly moved his hand from his lips to his hips.

	[color=ed145b]"I knew you'd love it,"[/color] he announced, brushing his hair to the side as he continued shining a smile at the small girl. Letting his arm fall from his face, he stopped it as soon as it fell parallel to his chest and snapped. [color=ed145b]"Hmm, maybe I should grab some t'share with suuh, huh,"[/color] his sentence came to a stuttering stop as Sae quickly rushed away, grabbing a drink as she chugged it down. Weird, these things usually weren't spicy from what he knew...

	[color=ed145b]"Uh Saeko, you oh... kay,"[/color] Cyril spoke with a bit of concern, his smile falling away as he approach the girl as she pounded her chest before she began glaring at Cyril and pouted... from the way she reacted, maybe she couldn't handle the taste or something? Scratch that off his list of sharing with one of the girls as he brandished a cheeky little smile, holding up a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it.

	From what he presumed, Sae had a sweetness overload and was now projecting the rest of that sweetness onto him through a rather adorable looking pout... [i][color=ed145b]"Attack my weak point whydontcha?"[/color][/i] He had no witty remarks, no words to say, nothing crossing his mind that the moment. Turning away, he pretended not to look, making that weak-spot even more glaringly obvious as he snuck a few peeks every few seconds.

	[color=ed145b]"... you choose whatcha want next time Sae, my treat,"[/color] he shrugged in defeat, turning back to face the group with his usual trademarked smile, save that it might of been faltering a bit.

	... of course, time was running short as Mis and Saeko voiced, so maybe after the announcement he could do that.

	In the few seconds that had passed, their fearless Mis-tifying leader had them all gather up, Cyril swiftly coming to attention as he kept his visage pinned solely on her. Of course, at the mention of Mis wanting her to carry some stuff in return for a reward, Cyril tilted his head quizzically and let his smile falter just a smidgen.

	Cyril wasn't exactly daft over what she was trying to pull... but the problem therein lied that it worked.

	[color=ed145b]"Suuuuure, that sounds delightful,~"[/color] he playfully said, sporting an impish grin as he straightened himself out and procured the items. While he probably would never swing one of these things around, they weren't too difficult to carry on their own. However, as he received the items, he leaned forward with a twinkle in his eyes and whispered to Illedrith.

	[color=ed145b]"And since you offered, I'll go with the sweetest thing to date and choose you,~"[/color] he spoke in a sing-song voice, giggling a little as he backed away with the items in tow. A devilish simper and a wink, he huffed his chest up as he carried the items... only to start pouting mere seconds later.

	[color=fff79a]"Cyril, if you're going to be difficult about it, you won't get anything at all, so hurry up and choose before they melt,"[/color] she exclaimed, chuckling gently at his admirable attempt.

	Thumbing his nose at a random one, the flirt shook his head, chuckling softly to himself with a weak smile. Once Mis turned away, Cyril's smile began to vanish, replaced by a discreet, dispirited frown. Slowly following behind the ladies, he came to an abrupt stop in tandem with the group. Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to peek over and get a glimpse at to podium Del was on... with Ria landing in the meantime.

	The way he reacted to her landing was priceless to him, bringing up his spirits just a tad as he softly laughed to himself. He could tell the guy was flustered by what he saw before gently smiling to himself. [color=ed145b][i]"Some things will never change..."[/i][/color]

	But still, it was time to get this show on the road. From what he noticed due to his... natural advantage, most familiar faces congregated on one side with the Golem's forming on another. There were a few stragglers amongst the crowd, whether it was one or a few more Harpy's wedged between the rival guild members, or the other way around. Regardless, the tension may of seemed to be dissipated, the malicious rivalry was still there.

	Standing at attention, he took in everything the guild masters spoke about, finding the whole qualifying stage and proving stage to be... quite interesting. While the latter was rather basic with the whole fighting, what truly interested him was the former. Cyril's features sharpened, his ears perking up. Everyone would be taking on an S-Class job if they wanted to even have to qualify.

	Of course, what made this even more interesting was the fact that this was a joint function, meaning Golem's and Harpy's could form a team together... yeah, this was going to be chaotic, but probably not work as intended... possibly. Regardless, the hornets nest was being stirred up and he saw it on the few faces he could make out.

	Guess that meant only one thing. Gather as many Harpy's as they could, possibly some Golem's if they weren't too keen on being jerks, and they would have more than enough people to go on a mission. For all intents and purposes, anyone catching a glimpse his way would see him intensely staring at the back of Saeko's head as the cogs began grinding in his head...

	... of course, before he managed to go any further, he realized that his sundae he chose was melting rather quickly. Bending his head down, he took one bite out of the ice cream, scarfing down a huge chunk rather inelegantly. He hoped no one saw that...

	Before Cyril could go in for round two, he noticed Ceri dropped a bit of the desert onto Mis' hair, causing Cyril to stifle a rather audible snicker. He kept to himself as she cleaned herself up, finishing off the rest of the sundae in one fell swoop of a bite, causing him to shiver, his teeth chattering a bit. Yeah, that's what he got for trying to be quick with the ice cream... or what was left of it as a puddle.

	With that said, Cyril went from getting a brain-freeze to... being confused with a brain-freeze over Mis' comment over getting themselves a team. Before he could respond, those two were off the the races with a squealing little girl on top of Mis...

	... he was certain that was the loudest Ceri ever was.

	[color=ed145b]"Good grief,"[/color] he muttered loudly to no one in particular, beaming as he lightly shook his head. His eyes traced the way the hooded girl on top of her trusty mount speeding through the crowd. Well, at least it wouldn't be too hard to follow them...

	... but in on the other hand, he could try to look for a job for them; Mis and Ceri seemed to have the whole squad thing figured out since they were standing directly in front of Dreadlin. Decisions, decisions...

	[color=ed145b]"... so Sae, since Mis is busy recruitin' Dreadlin, wanna cash in on the offer I made ya earlier while grabbin' some members for our group,"[/color] he quizzed up with a wink and a nod towards the stands.