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[b][color=5e92e6]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=5e92e6]Location:[/color][/b] River Port
[b][color=5e92e6]Interactions:[/color][/b] Malachi [@princess] Zion [@Helo] Jun [@jj doe] Kenia [@Tae]
[b][color=5e92e6]Mentions:[/color][/b]
[b][color=5e92e6]Equipment: [/color][/b] Magical Grimoire

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[color=90b7f5]"Yes, however much to my dismay, these are onions. Horribly overcooked too, I might add. The slimy texture is making it hard to pull them out."[/color] Enstille remarked as he focused intently on the onions, not noticing Zion offering him his fork. These gross, icky onions were going to leave their slimy remnants and ruin these eggs at this rate." 

Suddenly, he realized that he had spoken to someone and paused. Who was that? Why are they speaking to him? Oh no, what did he say? Was he rude? Were they rude? Why can't he remember what just happened? Too focused on the onions it seemed. These slimy criminal onions that are conspiring to ruin his meal. He must remove them. If only he had a fork to do so, it would be so much easier when using the proper tools for the job. Fork. Fe needs a fork. FORK! He has one! Where was it? Enstille looked around him for his fork and eventually raised his eyes to see if he left it elsewhere, just to nearly loose one of said eyes to the very utensil he pursued.

[color=90b7f5]"Ahhh!!" [/color] The curt scream escaped his lips from the surprise proximity of what he now considered to be far more lethal than he had ever imagined. [color=90b7f5]"I'm sorry, that was rude. Were you the one that talked to me earlier? What did I say? I wasn't rude was I? Unless you were rude, then I find myself not caring too much about it. Do you like onions? I have an abundance on my plate that I wish to dispose of."[/color]

Finally, Enstille's mind caught up with his mouth as he realized he was rambling to this man..... Blood drained from his face, blanching his already pale features. In an attempt to reconcile the atrocity he had just committed, he took the hand that offered the fork in both his hands and retrieved the fork with his mouth. That's what forks were used for right? This isn't weird, right? RIGHT? Oh no, this is weird, sooooooo weird. He needs to salvage this, make things less weird.

Enstille let go of Zion's hand and grabbed the fork, clearing his throat, before continuing to speak, ignoring the voice inside him screaming at all of it.

[color=90b7f5]"Hi,"[/color] He addressed the woman that has inserted herself into their breakfast. [color=90b7f5]"Are we supposed to know you? Considering our "Special Circumstances.""[/color] He pointedly turned his gaze first to Zion for confirmation, before redirecting it pointedly at the human currently locked in low conversation with Malachi.