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Siyeon watches from the trees, half-hidden in the foliage, though not actively trying to disappear from anyone. She sees a young boy wandering around, lost, and someone else just waking up from a nap. They all seem quite boring for now.

Felix was roaming around away from his lab for the first time, he thought that would fresh his head and give him new ideas and maybe he will find new material. But there he was. Lost.

he hadn't realised it at first, but he actually dozed off for a bit, rubbing at his eyes and staring out at nothing. at least until that thought crosses his mind and his eyes widen with shock. frantically patting himself down, he makes sure everything he owned (which was honestly just a pack of gum) was still with him, and when he realizes it was, he visibly deflates again. this time with his brows risen, palm to his forehead, and a sigh of relief.

after carefully examining his appearance and making sure he was presentable, he makes his way into the room and practically beelines for the chair farthest away from everyone else to mind his business. while doing so, he figures this would be as good a time as any to try and unwind from a long day, sinking into his seat and visibly deflating with a heavy exhale.

“This seems like quick an interesting playground” he muses as he takes a look around. His eyes briefly land on the others as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, pursing plump lips together.

*lifts a hand to wave*
hey there. we're not gonna— okay, I can't speak for everyone but /I'm/ not gonna bite. i'm not into that, so relax

uhm.. uh- hello?

*blinks in surprise before the urge to share the newly acquired wealth that is knowledge of a milkshake rears its head*
I- well, it's still a very foreign concept for me is all. My family has never, and will never, be known as affectionate. Not a single one of them. But that's not important right now! You don't know of milkshakes? I mean- neither did I until maybe two days ago but now I feel like I need to educate you. Are you busy? Do you want to try one?

“I would offer you another, however I do not know what it even was.” Kai watches her expression morph into one of disgust, questioning her actions mentally when regarding bonding among humankind. He also crosses his arms over his chest and returns to his blank expression. “My clothing is of no importance to me. Why do you have the feeling of disgust regarding affection? Is it not what you too seek?”

*lets out a scandalized gasp as the shake disappears*
I paid for that!
*clicks her tongue, arms loosely crossing over her torso*
I take it back, you'd foot your own hypothetical bill and saliva-wipe your own face. and I think—don't quote me on this—I think they do that stuff for bonding purposes. it shows they care about each other which is
*retches*

It was with a soft snort that he looked away from the woman, the glass of goopy strawberries twirling briefly and vanishing into thin air. “It is quite strange, but I suppose that’s the only way they deem capable.” He casts his gaze through the area in a quick scan for other inhabitants. “Humans have fickle means of most things.”

*draws her shoulders up into a halfhearted shrug*
I'd have footed the dry cleaning bill...and maybe that weird thing humans do where they...
*trails off, miming a thumb and rubbing someone's cheek*
That thing

Teleports in with a little less of a flare, shadowy smoke surrounding his figure briefly as the particles around him reform solidly. He blinks at the back of Jamie’s head before raising a hand just in time to stop the no longer cold liquid from spilling all over himself. The glass halts in midair, the few droplets that had managed to escape spinning around weightlessly only to gather back inside the glass as Kai pockets his hands.
“That would have been quite the mess.” It was a gentle musing as he stares down at Jamie in his slightly unsettling, far too calm manner per usual.

*materializes in a plume of hellfire, totally unscathed save for the milkshake in her hand now reduced to a strawberry cream soup. she doesn't even notice until attempting a sip from the old-fashioned glass and the much thinner liquid shoots up the straw due to thick-anticipating force*
hrk—! oh for 's sa— they /melt/?
*clicks her tongue, tossing the entire thing aside*
seven million years of evolution for what

should i use the dead man's blood or the orc tongue...?