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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Sorian Beach[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Late Morning of the 23rd[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] [Color=salmon]Lorenzo[/color] [@FunnyGuy], [color=F4BC5E]Layla[/color] [@Potter], and [color=4C93C2]Count Calbert[/color] [@princess][/color] 

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[color=D2691E][i]May the gods help me, this man is really trying to get himself murdered.[/i][/color] Farim thought as he saw the very weak-willed brush of Lorenzo's hand against Layla's chin. He felt a need to intervene, but as if by divine providence he noticed a new figure approach. One that held all of his attention, and likewise, all of his ire. The man before him, followed by a manservant of some kind, was introduced as Count Calbert Damien. Farim initially thought nothing much of the man, but it was his eyes that made Farim stand on edge. The casual stance he held became more alert, his posture now standing up straight as if he expected some sort of brawl to occur. Farim had seen those kind of eyes before, in the very man people would call his "father". Those eyes held about as much genuine care for others as a beast would care for its prey before hunting. 

He was both thankful and offended the man could barely spend the energy to "invite" Farim and Layla himself. He instead ushered his side-man to speak with them. In spite of all of this, Farim's face never really showed any outright disdain. He was rather good at hiding his expression around his father, and it seems like it would apply here in Caessonia as well. He smiled and took the invitation, stowing it away on a nearby beach towel amongst their groups belongings. He gave the man a slight bow and watched as he ran off to extend a few other invitations. Farim couldn't help but maintain a childish smirk as the one fellow seemed to be slurping exceedingly loud on his beverage in the midst of this Count Damien's prideful affair.

Watching the Count, however, it became even more clear that the man was simply out for anyone that didn't allign with his own goals, whatever they may be. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way his eyes scanned the "competition". Oh Farim had seen it all before. [color=D2691E][i]This man reeks of Hafiz's shenanigans.[/i][/color] It took quite a bit of willpower to not give his own Alidasht level brand of sass, but it would be in poor taste after he had just finished arguing with Layla over such a matter. No, today would not be the day he decided to lash out on those like Calbert or Hafiz or even King Edin himself. If Calbert did cast a glance back Farim's way, he would shed the veil for just a moment in time, looking past the man's eyes as if to say [color=D2691E]"I know who you are, and I am not impressed."[/color]

But just as quickly as the moment would arrive, his facial features would resume their unassuming charm as he would turn slightly to Layla and talk in a hushed manner. [color=D2691E]"(We will talk later. For now, behave.)"[/color] He spoke these words in their native tongue, and still barely above a whisper at that. When they first interacted, his tone was casual and loving, as he would usually talk to his family. This tone, however, carried a more heavy and demanding feel. He knew Layla would likely fight against him barking orders at her but then his eyes would turn to meet hers. There was a fire behind them that was slowly roiling. He grew tired of playing babysitter to family and today was proving to be the last straw. He held a look in his very soul that seemed to scream [color=D2691E][i]I dare you to try me.[/i][/color] All the while ignoring the fact that Lorenzo was still practically clammering onto Layla's legs for forgiveness.

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