[h1][b][i][color=F0E68C][center]Kamasi Adwoa[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=F0E68C][b]Location[/b][/color]: Kitchen → Formal Sitting Room → Ground Floor
[color=F0E68C][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Kitchen detour first, actually. He could hear the patter of voices gathered around and the tension in the air with words to match, though Kamasi couldn’t make out what was being said with any sort of clarity. He took to pouring himself some mid-day orange juice instead. Then, only when his glass was almost filled to the brim, two ice cubes--no more and no less, one with a little crack in it for aesthetic purposes--he took to the formal sitting room with the rest of the gathered bodies.

It was there he saw: Richard, Dean, Ayita, Mirembe, Neil, Allison, Mary, and others. Of the group, he hadn’t had the chance to get to know them all that well, though Mirembe had an ethereal familiarity about her, Kamasi just couldn’t figure what. He had stood far back as possible as he watched the argument go on.

He sipped some of hs orange juice and said, more to himself than anyone else but still audible enough,

[color=khaki]”Looks like I missed the invitation.”[/color] Kamasi lifted an eyebrow, then sipped some more orange juice and gave the impression that he was minding his business.