[center][h1][color=#7d134d]Michel Braun[/color][/h1]
[img]https://tinyurl.com/wh3el5[/img]
[I]Skill: N/A[/I]
[I]Location: Hephaestus Cabin[/I][/center]
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He grunted, then laid back down. He tried to fall asleep, but his own anger seemed to be working against him, keeping him awake and aware of all that was going on around him - the talking, the sniffling, whatever else. He also felt the girl turning around and looking at him.

Finally, after a few minutes, his anger ebbed down, and he sat up, once again. Opening up his wheelchair, he lifted himself into it, but decided not to go anywhere else. He'd check his forge later for fingerprints and have another try. He looked towards the girl, still scowling slightly. "[color=#7d134d] Why were you looking at me?[/color]" he grumbled slightly. Then, making another split second decision, he asked, "[color=#7d134d]What are y'all talkin' about, anyway?[/color]"

Why did he decide to have a conversation? Unclear, but he figured that he might as well try to calm down and not be pissed over a single broken knife. He might as well actually talk to others in the cabin.