[center][color=red][h1][i]~ALASTOR~[/i][/h1][/color][/center]
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"Hungry?" Alastor asked as he turned to faced the approaching man, even more confused then earlier. "Is that what this rumbling sensation I feel within the depths of this body is? How strange." He pauses for a moment, examining the man standing before him for a bit before realizing that he was the same person he'd met in the hospital earlier that day, before continuing. "As for why I'm not standing in line, it is for many reasons. One, because I should not have to wait to be served by others. I never had to do such a thing back in my own home, and I should not be required to do so here. And the second reason I am not standing in that line with all the rest, is because the man behind that... thing-", he gestures to the counter and registers, "-wanted 'payment'. Something which I do not have." He finished, leaning against his cane, his eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance.