[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte [/u][/h3] [b]--9:48pm[/b] - Mentions: [@Mataus] His lips straightened at the result of his compliment. He was never ever good at those, as it turned out. He hoped maybe after all this practice, failure, and repetition, it would get better. But it didn't seem like it, just yet. He shook his head, raising his hands as their hands went to their blade. "Sorry, if I happened to offend. I just have a habit of giving nicknames. As a show of endearment. Such as [b]Wax-Jury[/b]" tapping the machine at his waist, then waving a hand at Paric. "And my [b]'Glorious Drunken Fire-Bender'[/b] over there, just to name one." He continued his explanation after a short bow of his head, "I think primates and such are cute, that is all. But yes, if you don't like that one, then I shall follow your preference. I shall treat you differently... Though I feel the need to point out; I don't treat anyone with prejudice. Hm, but like Paric over here, you say..." rubbing his chin, glancing at the male Myti closely, "I'm not sure you want to be dragged into a goose-chase around a town all night by wild gangs, but if it's an introduction you want..." Acknowledging this, Ayer coughed and then immediately sweeping both of his arms to the side. Both of his legs bowed and the man suddenly undertook a different mood. With another turn and spin, he struck another unabashed pose, twisting his body in an elaborate coil. "Oh peculiar traveler, grizzled and hardy, shrouded in mystery, it seems fate has brought us together! A glorious fortune! Though your eyes shine jaded to attempts from my charm, feel free to be awe-struck instead! As you are in the presence of the greatest Arcane Theorist in the world, [b]Ayer Lecomte[/b]!" He glanced over at Paric, winking. Nailed it. Ayer stayed in the awkward pose, arms crossed over his shoulder and face, waiting for a reaction from the Myti. Though it was difficult. He was already wobbling in place, trying to hide the fact that he is struggling to keep balance in the uneven sand. ...