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[b][u]Thaum’s Square[/b][/u]

The bustling square wasn’t anything unusual for Lute since he lived in this place, but judging from the blobfish dude’s shopping spree not everybody had the same lack of interest he had for the area. After Lucien’s umpteenth hash brown the virtuoso finally whipped out his wallet and bought some eggplant omelettes for himself from a vendor he knew well, walking around the fountain as he ate. The random walking was a way to prevent himself from making conversation with anybody; he wasn’t well-acquainted with all of the members of the Pride yet, but he noticed that everyone looked tired enough and that his identity wasn’t that important to bug them with.
“Yes, Delilah. I’m sure he said 7 o’clock,” Lute murmured as he ran his hand through his thick white hair.

The busy district was slowly emptied of people and Lute frowned. Why was Dr. Dream so late? In the worst case scenario that he’d been attacked by some ruffians, either one of Marcus or Atlas would’ve been enough to protect him, so what was the hold-up? Lute paced around again furiously, his arms crossed over his chest as his mind began filling with unpleasant thoughts regarding the cause of Dr. Dream’s tardiness. “Why is he taking so long?” He asked nobody in particular, before deciding to plop down beside Lisette on the bench. Lute sighed and then leaned back. Yeah, maybe he should count the stars instead.

The virtuoso was startled when he realized that Delilah was urging him to look at something, and his head swiveled from side to side in order to see what it was. He finally zoned in on a, for lack of a better word, lump seated upon the archer’s lap. Lute’s eyes widened and he stared at Kapi. He wasn’t a biologist, but this one didn’t seem like a relative of the blobfish.

Thank the Gods. He didn’t have to worry about family retribution.

“Hello…?” He tried instead and waved at the capybara.