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[right][sub]Locations: Sorian Park
Interactions: Charlotte [@princess], Lorenzo [@FunnyGuy], Ruby [@SausagePat][/sub][/right][hr][/center]
[color=5486ae]"I'm doing...wonderful, thanks for asking."[/color] John smiled brightly, concealing his exhaustion from last night and the irritation this morning that still lingered. He was in the presence of some pleasant people, so he wouldn't want that to sour the conversation. However, he'd not enjoy this for long though, as there was a guy, a blonde guy, who were perhaps a little too impatient for the waffles. To be fair, John and those three were mulling around the table, blockading the line, so it was partially his fault too.

[color=5486ae]"Yeah we should move. People want their share too."[/color] He responded to Charlotte's request, but that was pretty much the last cordial thing to happen in this waffle table. From this point on, it would be chaos.

[color=tan]“NO MORE! The only fool that’ll be in the damned newspaper is you, the waffle bitch, the fucker in the green, yes you! And your whore of daughter!”[/color]

[color=5486ae]"Sorry..."[/color] John hung his head low as he nudged Lorenzo and the girl in pajamas. [color=5486ae]"Come on, let's just move."[/color] 

[color=tan]“The ‘Whore of Veirmont’ is bound to surpass her father and hop on every single Alidasht-shezzy-prince cock, you rat-faced son of a bitch!”[/color]

Ok, that was totally unnecessary. They were already moving. Why would this guy find the need to insult the two of them? If they wanted the waffle, they could just go around him now. Or heck, just ask cordially, like a normal human being would. 

Unsurprisingly, Charlotte already sprung up in anger. The chaos continued to escalate, even as she pulled John and the other girl out of harm's way, as the patron get thrown into the waffle table, not exactly sure because Lorenzo shoved him or he just threw himself into the table by accident, but regardless the waffles were ruined, but the hyenas were still swarming those fallen waffles. 

Like, what the fuck? 

He gets that blocking the line was a rude behavior, but their behavior were still unacceptable. Calling someone a whore, a murderer was just heartless. It was too much for Charlotte, and he wouldn't blame her. And not only that, it's fucking stupid. In some alternate reality, the guy could just say nicely that the four of them were blocking the path, could he get some waffles, and they'd comply unconditionally. It's insanely unnecessary, and yet, he wasn't surprised. This was the Caesonia he knew. The Caesonia with that crab mentality of pulling anyone with a modicum chances of success through the mud. The Caesonia that would berate literally anyone on the flimsiest of excuses. A rumour, a class status, a lifestyle choice, whatever doesn't matter. All to satisfy an empty husk with no sense of empathy.

His irritation did not help John in this case. He was ticked earlier, and after seeing what happened, he decided to step forward to the blonde guy who were trying to get up from the waffle table. 

[color=5486ae]"Are you alright?"[/color] John showed concerned for that man, lending a hand for him to get up. But the guy slapped his hands away instead, refusing to see senses.

[color=tan]"How fucking dare you?! You're lucky I haven't beaten you to a pulp already."[/color] He was already back on his feet and angrily shouted at the doctor. 

[color=5486ae]"Look, we did ruin your breakfast. It's our fault."[/color] He was surprisingly cordial before the rage of this man. However, his expression didn't necessarily read guilt nor apologetic either. His voice was neutral. [color=5486ae]"Look, I took quite a few waffles. You can have a few of them for compensation. Which one would you like?"[/color] 

[color=tan]"You motherf-"[/color] That only seemed to enrage the guy even more. [color=tan]"Who do you think you are to put terms to me, huh?! You are no saint! You ruined this for us too along with those cunts! Give me that plate and I might let you get away with it!"[/color] With that, he lunged at the doctor, or rather the waffle plate in his hand. However, the plate was quickly swapped to the other hand, and what remained was a dinner knife, one just as sharp and deadly. 

John swung his arms up, taking advantage of the patron not prepared for a doormat like this green fellow to actually respond, putting the knife pressing right on his throat. All the while, John's expression did not change. [color=5486ae]"I said..."[/color] Not even his voice. [color=5486ae]"Which one would you like?"[/color] He presented the waffle plate to the patron, who was barely able to glance down with a knife on the throat. 

[color=5486ae]"Would you like some sauce with it too?"[/color] The doctor calmly and cordially asked with a casual smile, at the same time as he pressed the knife harder onto the man's throat, moving it [i]just[/i] slightly. The patron could feel the knife digging into his skin, and that was enough to strip down all the man in him. 

[color=tan]"N-N-No...thank you!"[/color] The patron immediately pulled back and ran away from the scene. John gave a rather oblivious look of surprise before turning to the patrons who were salvaging the waffles on the ground. 

[color=5486ae]"Feel free to take one. It's not good to eat dirt."[/color] He said, all the while still holding that dinner knife, albeit non-threateningly. None of them were having it, they just backed away. 

This guy's crazy.