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It would be a fair assumption to claim that Neoh's main focus revolved around the act of tailoring, and it would string along a sense of truth. However, that was not to say that the young hero found little joy in other activities. Among these, one could make out the ancient art of baking, mainly from the wondrous scent of Rocky Road brownies now baking in the oven. Was the boy a decent chef? No. Not at all. Those with the displeasure of having experienced his cooking would attest to this, without fault. However, baking was a chemistry in itself. The question then echoed the first. Was he a decent baker? Yes, decent was a sound description as anything beyond the fact would be adding layers of the fantastical onto this scenario. Where Neoh shone was predominantly in one area, which he was well known for. Even so, it would be a waste to discard a boy's pursuits of other endeavors. 

[color=39b54a]"What an exhilarating spectacle..,"[/color] came a soft whisper from the theatrical young man as he sat on his knees, watching the oven with great interest and anticipation. Indeed, Neoh was, if anything, a theatrical and dramatic youngster, by every sense of the term. Romance, drama, and bombastic displays were all fitting descriptions when pointing towards Neoh's repertoire. Ironic, then, that it was accompanied by a calm, relaxed and laid back demeanor, his voice a soft, and quiet tune others would consider relatively soothing. 

Arrowcaster had come across the young hero when Neoh stood between, if he might add, lovely artwork, and theft. Where the boy was, in fact, quite the celebrity in Mega City, Arrowcaster had put little emphasis on the fact when Neoh revealed his identity. Indeed, it was an irrelevant fact, for the older hero. A wise man, with experience to lean against tended towards placing judgment on actions, rather than stature, and he would be right in doing so. 

Turning his head towards Judah, a bright pair of black eyes met the hero. Neoh shifted his attention between magnificent brownies, and the expressed proposition of engaging in a far more rigorous activity. [color=39b54a]"Oh, Judah..,"[/color] Neoh sighed, a melancholy expression making its way to his features. [color=39b54a]"Alas, my quest has planted me firmly by the oven, in wait of this most..,"[/color] the boy paused, his large, obsidian eyes fixed on the pastries, [color=39b54a]"this beautiful display of culinary excellence."[/color] Inhaling a sharp breath, Neoh leaned to the side where he sat, on the polished, metal floor. [color=39b54a]"It has been an arduous journey, Judah, heed my tale..,"[/color] Neoh exhaled, hugging a pair of small knees against his chest. [color=39b54a]"If failure slumbers at the horizon, there is no forgiveness to accompany such shame."[/color] With a gulp, Neoh tensed, shaking his head, [color=39b54a]"Forgive me, beloved brother in arms.., I will be forced to decline your offer of excitement."[/color] Placing a small, dainty hand at the cold, sleek floor, Neoh's obsidian glare met his fellow hero. [color=39b54a]"But in spirit, I will remain in your heart.., never.., forget."[/color] He finished, as Judah left with another hero close in tow. 

Neoh was not going to fail these brownies. Not again. Not the sixth time. His honor had been laid across a cutting board, and an expressed love for chocolate could not be discarded in wake of this dramatic quest.