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[color=254f28][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Ristorante de Luce.

[color=254f28][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Evening.

[color=254f28][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@taylorquest]
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An unexpected development, but certainly not unwelcomed. Azhar’s black eyes turned towards a co-worker he had witnessed, though never quite interacted with. He did, however, recall her name, if the boy wasn’t mistaken. [color=254f28]"Doctor..,"[/color] Zee began, a smile bridging its way across his pale lips as he spoke. Though a brief moment passed before completing the handle, Azhar’s expression remained. Whatever reputation he may have shouldered at H.E.R.O, an interaction could very well dispel misconceptions. [color=254f28]"Valis,"[/color] the late-teen finished, before motioning towards his waiter. It was a clear indicator that this woman was going to accompany the young hero, which was evident following their guided path towards a table. 

A pleasant restaurant by any measure, Azhar leaned back in his seat, the boy’s abyssal gaze lowering to a menu which he had been presented. In truth, the nineteen-year-old much preferred the company of those older than himself. Perhaps it was an expected disposition, as he stood on the cusp of being a man. Less than a year remained until he finally turned twenty. It was no wonder then that others within the bracket of ‘teenager’ may have had a tendency of being branded somewhat obnoxious. It was simply the way of things. 

One could also indicate that Azhar was forced to mature rather quickly, his state of mind the product of a less than accepting world. Of course, it would be foolish to state that everyone older than Azhar, or ‘Requiem’ in the public eye, maintained any level of respectable behavior by virtue of their age. While entertaining and most certainly delightful company, a certain Hero by the name of Blake, or more appropriately ‘Firebird’ was known for his less than wise and collected take on conversations. At least he had a pretty face. 

[color=254f28]"It’s nice to meet you in a less..,"[/color] Azhar raised a claw, motioning towards the restaurant’s welcoming interior, [color=254f28]"professional setting,"[/color] came a playful grin, Zee’s shark-like teeth making themselves known. It was quite easy to melt into the soothing music trickling into serene air from background speakers, a blanket that laid itself across an already blissful scene. [color=254f28]"I sometimes tune out at HERO One,"[/color] a spiked, slender black digit came to gently tap Azhar’s temple following his accented words, the boy’s Middle Eastern heritage clearly identified. [color=254f28]"Though, Powers have ordered me to be more social,"[/color] Zee chuckled, his spectral, ethereal voice earning itself attention as an aberrant addition to the restaurant patronage. [color=254f28]"And sadly, he refuses to go clubbing with me,"[/color] the mutant exhaled a theatrical sigh. [color=254f28]"A Spice Girls sing-along would help in loosening him up, you know?"[/color]