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[color=lime]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=lime]Location:[/color] River Port-Surfside Cafe
[color=lime]Interactions:[/color] Lucia[@Potter] Vaeril[@Alivefalling][/center]

[color=8DB6D3]“If you are going to pick a name try something more elven.”[/color]

Leon looked around without moving his head, his eyes darting towards both Lucia and Vaeril, and noting no one else was really around. Neither of them had spoken the words, and really, it had been more like they had been spoken directly into his mind. Well, that’s uncomfortable. Was he hearing voices now? Leon was more than willing to admit he was a bit on the eccentric side but he was pretty sure he wasn’t voices in your head crazy. He wasn’t going to talk to the voice, that would be crazy. Did that mean someone was in his head, that wouldn’t be good. Best thing to do was to fully focus on the most annoying song he could think of. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA52uNzx7Y4][i]Yo listen up, here's the story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night
And everything he sees is just blue
Like him, inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen…[/i][/url]

Perfection, nothing was quiet as annoying as retro dance music being stuck in your head. His head bopped slightly as he chewed the rest of the food he’d shoved in his mouth to avoid talking. Damn, why did he like this stupid song so much, maybe he was crazy. He was going to have this stuck in his head all day and he only hoped whoever hacked into his brain would now too. Once Lucia had finished giving the briefest biography of herself, she asked how his food was. Again. She had also grabbed his hand and he had a weird gut feeling. He kept thinking about the same song and followed her lead, giving a similar story about his own life.

[color=lime]“Same, we grew up near each other. My parents owned horses, and I guess they gave them all the good names and I got saddled with Frodo. Guess that’s what I get for not being half as impressive as their favorite stallion. And the food's great here as always. Can't say I've ever tried the soup here, though, still centuries shy of wanting to eat anything so mushy.”[/color] He said, more calmly than when he’d given his dumb fake name. That at least wasn’t far from true, his actual parents had been more interested in their work and less than impressed with him. He also hated soup, mushy food was worse than food cubes. He let his mind slip back into the annoying song, though he was excited to hear about the Roshmi Ball. He had wanted to go, but Lucia was always thinking way ahead of him, she had known it was going to be dangerous and based on what they’d heard recently, she’d be right to skip it.