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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] 10th of Ignis[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Interactions:[/b] Hafiz [@princess], Aslam [@AuthenticTomb], Askel [@Remram], and Munir [@InfiniteCosmos] [/color]

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As the presence of Anastasia, Fareed, and Magnus seemed to disappear before him, Farim had stood there with a bit of a puzzled expression. He had every intention to simply spend the night at the Princess’ side but did not plan for if a friend had needed her like Lady Ari just did. A rather large oversight on his part. But it would seem that the night would not leave him wanting for interesting events. Not too far off he could recognize the slithering gliding form of his father trying to stir trouble as he always did.

Like a bully reminding everyone that he does indeed run this street. Or a parent who reminds you of the roof they so painstakingly put over your head – conveniently neglecting it was for their sake just as much as yours. Hafiz’s persistence could be commendable if it were not so damn sad and pedantic. Still, what the man had announced before his shadowy departure was something for Farim to raise his brow to.

[color=D2691E][i]Oh she will not like that one bit.[/i][/color] Farim thought.

He had half a mind to start a quarrel with his father, for once more stepping outside social norms while still claiming to be the social savant that he is. Such quips, however, would likely be perceived as “below him”. So Farim only offered his neutral gaze as he eyed his father’s movements from across the room, beginning to make his own paces once he was clear of the “Hafiz Zone”.

[color=D2691E]”Ah and as the stormy clouds part, the radiant sun must bless the masses with warmth and benevolence~!”[/color] Farim said sarcastically. [color=D2691E]”It would seem my father is doing what he does best, and is making waves wherever he walks. Ever the monument to that man.”[/color] Yeah. A monument to everything wrong with his bloodline, but he dare not say it aloud. He was sure Hafiz would even take his light banter as something to “note for later” – perhaps he would write an entire report on how Farim has once again betrayed his people. He smirked at the thought, but turned his attention to his cousins and this newfound redhead between them.

[color=D2691E]”Hello everyone. Shehzade Farim here to bring a little spark in your evenings. I take it this wonderful fellow is the man of the hour that my father just so …. [i]eloquently[/i] doted over?”[/color] Farim smiled, reaching a hand out in an honest form of greeting.
His hands moved after the shake to softly embrace his cousins in each arm. [color=D2691E]”Cousin Munir! Cousin Aslam! I am so happy to be seeing you all. We must talk of recent events! Much has happened! But I am ahead of myself.”[/color] Farim gently coughed.

[color=D2691E]”Sorry for the theatrics of my loving father. He has that effect on people.”[/color]

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