[center][img]https://fontmeme.net/permalink/190420/e0511f2991ca6e87c6cf1945988363cb.png[/img][/center].

[color=69DCAC]”In an amateur respect, yes."[/color] Lorcan said, shooting Eric a pleasant smile and returning the handshake, the lie coming with such startling grace even HE almost believed it. [color=69DCAC][i]"He must not follow the competition scene much, if at all. Good. Doubt he would have accepted otherwise..."[/i][/color] He thinks, not once dropping the welcoming grin. Lorcan, for as much as he hated it, would have to admit there was an upside to all those tedious balls and galas. They made him exceptionally good at faking pleasantries. 

[color=69DCAC]"And yes, I am new. Just arrived yesterday as it happened."[/color] He said, leaning over and examining the Estoc. Aside from performing admirably as a perch, there was little to note about it. The construction was sturdy, if a bit spartan compared to the more decorative flair that plagued the sport. [color=69DCAC][i]"Bottom left side of the grip is more worn than it should be."[/i][/color] He noted mentally. [color=69DCAC][i]"Guess he tightens up too much when he parries. But atleast he's using the blade length to his advantage and knows to use his forward hand as a pivot point. Unrefined but experienced enough not be considered helpless. I'll start him at....30% effort. With a 10% window up or down after I assess his footing."[/i][/color] He thinks, brain automatically rattling off the normal battery of assessments he'd do before a match. 

Lorcan blinks after a moment, realizing he's probably been caught staring. [color=69DCAC]"I like your summon."[/color] He says, shooting Eric a playful look and chuckling slightly. [color=69DCAC]"It's...cute. Suits you."[/color] He adds, turning back to the other young man. [color=69DCAC]"You mentioned needing breakfast first yes? You headed that way currently or do you wish to meet up later? I'd hate to presume to join you for a meal uninvited after all..."[/color]
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190423/349e15114eff6812ab15dc44ed45da92.png[/img][/center]

[color=5faa3c]"Thank you Floofel..."[/color] Odhra sigh as he took the tea and had a deep sip. The sugar was...noted, but went largely ignored. The blend still had the dark tartness that he enjoyed and honestly, he was not about to fault the moth woman. She was only doing what she tought was best and he'd be damned if he didn't accept that happily. [color=5faa3c]"And we're not!"[/color] He objects quietly, thankful that Baily and Eva seemed preoccupied with her toy. [color=5faa3c]"Livi's just a friend..."[/color] he mumbles, glacing over at the girl in question just in time to catch a coy look as she spoke to Nicola. He failed to catch what she had said, but the look she gave sent a shiver up his spine and sent a flash of pink over his cheeks. He sat straight up in his seat, sipping his tea deeply and sent her back a pouting look that, for all the world, told the girl that she was not helping!

Thankfully, Max's arrival provided a much needed distraction. Odhra turning to watch as Mr. Teethapus was lost in a sea of pillowy...pillows. Baily, for her part, seemed as excited for the strange analogs as the small girl next to her. [color=82ca9d]"Miss Floofel's is very pretty!"[/color] The spider girl trilled, joining Eva in the comforting mass and squashing Mr. Teethapus between herself and the Floofel Pillow. [color=82ca9d]"I desire to compare this comfort device's quantifiable hugging properties to the real life analog! Perhaps a side by side litmus test is in order?"[/color] She chirped to Eva, throwing a wildly excited look to the moth girl. [color=82ca9d]"Miss Floofel please approach so that I may embrace you deeply!"[/color]

[color=5faa3c]"Baily..."[/color] Odhra said thick with warning. [color=5faa3c]"You know better than that..."[/color] He adds, the Spidery girl shrinking slightly in embarrassment.  [color=82ca9d]"Since there is a pillow of myself it would be a violation of experimental standards and practices to have me participate in the control group..."[/color] She grumbles, hugging both Eva and the pillow party slightly in embarrassment. 

[color=5faa3c]"Exactly!"[/color] Odhra said, looking a little pleased at his summon. [color=5faa3c]"If we want objective results, We'll need a non-represented and unbiased person to hug both the pillows and the three of you in turn. And provide a metric of enjoyability. Given this is mostly for fun, lets say on a scale of 1 to 10...and yes if she agrees you may hug Floofel recreationaly afterwards."[/color] He says, looking over the group. 

[color=5faa3c]"...though that said. Me, Eva and Livi are out as well. Since we'd have a natural bias towards our own summons...which just leaves Max and Nikola as prospective candidates!"[/color]