[img]https://i.imgur.com/2JozKl5.png[/img][hr][indent][color=gray][b]Location: Queen of Hearts Bar[/b][/color][/indent][hr]
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Mikael debated inside his mind whether to call down a waitress or not. He didn't want a drink but then, that's how bars worked, did it? You enter, order a drink, drink said order, get drunk, go home. That's what it was from what he'd read. The Congregate were adamant on having him read several [i]essential[/i] material for the [i]'known world[/i]. He didn't understand why he needed to learn those through reading. 

He didn't even know he could read until he [i]did[/i] read. Memories were tricky, and his were the worst of all. He felt uncomfortable drawing attention to himself and he smirked. [i][color=add8e6]Why did I feel that?[/color][/i] and then he hummed. [i][color=add8e6]It must be remnants of that idiot robber's emotions.[/color][/i]

Uncharacteristically worked up by the fleeting emotions, Mika gravitated to the bar unconsciously. It wouldn't really be much of a difference whether he was worked up by emotions or not. He'd be pretty much uncaring to what was doing anyway. As he proceeded to savor the robber's gradually dissipating emotion, he didn't notice he'd collided with something. Mikael stopped and took a look and he came to see a man wearing a worn out ensemble of clothes, and what he could only judge as rags.

Being ignorant of the proper etiquette in erring against a person, Mikael only tilted his head at the person he rudely bumped into and stared with blank eyes. Curious, he leaned forward and took a careful look at what the man was holding to himself. [color=add8e6]"What is that? Is that a drink from this bar? Does it taste good?"[/color]

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[hr][right][color=gray][b]Garret[/b][/color] - [@Lord of Evil][/right]