[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f0b5f717-fa0b-4d3c-8596-6cfc0584c46a.jpg[/img] [h3][color=8882be][b]Eric Williams Saturday Morning, Cafeteria[/b][/color][/h3][/center] With their conversation having lulled off into silence, Eric had been perfectly content to finish his breakfast in silence. [i][color=ed1c24]Alert: Isobel is currently airborne in your direction.[/color] [color=8882be]What?[/color][/i] Eric thinks back in confusion before diving out of the way moments later as Isobel comes flying through the window. Picking himself back up, Eric observes the chaos. [color=8882be]"Wrestling with Rutul, I see."[/color] He comments idly, totally unfazed by her minimal attire. [color=8882be][i]...Though it looks like somebody else is quite flustered...[/i][/color] Eric notes to himself, keenly observing Lorcan out of the corner of his eye. [color=8882be][i]...Let's see, a saber, officers model. Given Lorcan's attire, I suppose he could be aiming for a commission once he leaves the academy. As for the summon, clearly Dracona, though a little on the small side. Either, he went for something smaller to avoid adding to the chaos, or this is his go-to. So, impressive self control on Lorcan's part or he's still a fairly green summoner...[/i][/color] [color=8882be]"Good morning Isobel."[/color] Eric replies with a friendly smile and a resignated sigh. With a quick glance between her and Lorcan, Eric shakes his head. [color=8882be]"How ever you know her, it clearly isn't that well. This is... well, normal."[/color] Eric says, gesturing to the chaos. [color=8882be]"And Isobel, I'd offer you my towel, but I'm going to need it later... and I'd like it clean of food. No offence. Also, speaking of which... Lor, Where do you know Isobel from? I mean, I only know her because we're sparing partners."[/color]