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[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sorian Beach
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@Tpartywithzombi] Ariella
 
[Color=salmon]“Please, please, please gods let this pass. I'll never indulge in gluttony again. I'll give away the extra beans to the homeless. Please, please, please, please.”[/color] Lorenzo muttered as the farts continued to flow out one at a time. There were many in line and only one exit. He wished he could just release one incredible fart so he could be free of this slow and steady embarrassment.

[Color=salmon][I]Why couldn't today be as peaceful as yesterday? Why did it have to be me? Why were the beans so tasty, Gilbert?[/I][/color]

He grimaced as he let the sand beneath his backside take the full brunt of his gaseous assault. Ariella's approach went unnoticed as the duke found himself immersed in his regretful thoughts. 

[color=slateblue]“You don't look so well…” [/color] Her words broke through but he kept his eyes forward. Though sympathy was comforting, it wouldn't change his current situation. Why couldn't he just be glad that "Charlotte" had come to check on him? It might have given him at least an ounce of reprieve after things had been so tense between them. [Color=salmon][I]Lottie…[/I][/color]

He shifted his gaze finally when the satchel was extended to him. [color=slateblue]“If you use this in some freshwater you will feel much better…It just won’t taste great but I promise it works.”[/color]

[Color=salmon]“Oh, thank you, Lottie. I-I don't know how you had this but-”[/color] Lorenzo's gaze had finally found the pleasant face of Ariella. It was indeed not Charlotte in the white dress that he caught in his peripheral. [Color=salmon]“Ariella? Ariella Edwards?”[/color] In utter disbelief, the strange duke just stared for a moment as if his sight might reveal her to be someone else. He managed a thankful smile, though he still found the kind gesture out of place from the daughter of his nemesis. Did she not share her mother's feelings? Perhaps she wasn't an accomplice to the vain tormentor but instead, a victim like he was. Like Charlotte was. 

[Color=salmon]“Where are my manners? I'm extremely grateful for-”[/color] he winced slightly to hold back a fart. It wouldn't do him any good if he scared the young lady off. [Color=salmon]“-giving me this. I don't have much to repay you with on my person,”[/color] He snapped the waistband of his speedo, [color=Salmon]“but we have plenty of refreshments at our blanket.”[/color] Lorenzo nodded his head, looked at the satchel, and decided to stand up. [Color=salmon]“Come. We can chit-chat and walk over. Your friend Farim is there too.”[/color] He didn't give her much of an option as he waved the way forward and proceeded.

Looking ahead, he noticed a larger group than what he left. [Color=salmon][I]Like flies... Noooooo.[/I][/color]





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