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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b][/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Morning of the 23rd[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Beach Crew w/ [color=BBC7E1]Charlotte[/color][/color] 

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For a moment, there was a flurry of interactions and things that Farim had noticed as he tended to Charlotte. He stood aside as she rose up and interacted with the others, and for a moment he took a brief pause. This moment was one of many he would use to internally reflect, and would slink back a few paces as the others mingled. This was terribly unlike him, but Farim began to worry. He held a notable amount of concern for his family. He had hoped beyond hopes that they would be better, and rise to the occasion of meeting the Sultan's expectations. He did not wish to fight and bicker with his closest family but it seemed like no matter how hard he tried to encourage their more personable behavior they seemed to double down on wickedness.

Granted it was all akin to teenagers fighting at the school playground, but nonetheless the words and actions carried weight when you dealt with people who held the influence and standing that they did. If Layla was anything less than a daughter of the Sultan she would likely be rushed off the beach at best, or at worst facing the tongue lashing of some vapid noble, perhaps even someone like Farim. [color=D2691E][i]Why must I be the only one here who seems to want to make a good impression on anyone? Did I truly grow so different from them in my time away?[/i][/color] Farim wondered for a moment, and began to wonder if all his attempts at "guiding" his family had ever really done much. Even as he thought now he could picture moments where he did not trust his family. 

Anything his father gave him to eat or drink was usually tested or thrown out. He had been drinking extremel diluted samples of Zilal's venom since he almost bit Farim in his younger years. He wore padded chain-shirts below his garb when seeing some of his more violent family members and taught himself to fight purely to keep himself from being bullied. Yet here he was, still very much being bullied, and still about as far along at "helping" his family as the day he started. So in that moment he decided, it was time to play Layla's little game.
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The deep look of reflection and thought on Farim's face gave way to a particularly snarky grin. He sauntered his way towards his cousin, who unsurprisingly had begun starting even more drama between herself and the group. His steps were slow and deliberate, not too goofy and not too long of strides. He had a message to send, and an image to keep, afterall. He approached Layla and casually wrapped an arm over her shoulder before shaking his hands in a slightly mocking motion. [color=D2691E]"Layla, mark your words? I've marked so many words I can hardly keep count. Should I erase the ones you spoke the other day?"[/color] The hand opposite of the one hanging over her shoulder pointed towards her, that same cock-sure grin drawn across his face. [color=D2691E]"Or how every single one of you have probably threatened my life about 5 times over yet....I seem to be quite alive and healthy."[/color] His gaze shifted to those around the two of them. His stance was neither threatening nor perverted. He was simply slinging an arm over his cousin, but it was the general casualness of which another person touched the seemingly untouchable Layla Kadir that Farim wanted to display for everyone to see.

[color=D2691E]"I understand you wish to be this strong cannot-be-fucked-with woman, but surely you are pushing the message a bit too far no? What is the harm in just indulging a little? Socializing is the whole reason we came all the way out here yet you insult me for doing just that! Now that is rather silly, Layla."[/color] His hand now slipped off her and moved to rest on his hip, yet his stance remained ready for a retalitory strike from his feisty cousin. [color=D2691E]"Speaking of regrets, mind simmering down just a smidge for us, cousin?I see more people approaching and it seems like every time you speak you wish to have more enemies upon us. I would prefer you not at the edge of a knife, believe it or not."[/color] With this he paused for a moment to let her speak, with a side glance at anyone else as if to say [color=D2691E][i]Do not worry my friends, I got this.[/i][/color]

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