Who: Ioder Heurassein and Yuri Lowell (Surprise threadjack from Estelle!)
When: Shortly after
thisWhere: The Vesperia house
Style: Action
Status: Closed
"Then perhaps you should be asking Mister Zelos about these things, since he seems to run the "Host Club" you mentioned."
"... perhaps I will then."Ioder's tea had long since gone cold. It sat near by in it's usual cup, a far too flowery thing that likely belonged to Estelle, with a half-eaten cookie that he was no longer interested in sitting in the tray. His focus was entirely on his SFC, now lying on the counter he was perched in front of, legs swinging lazily off the high stool. Chin in his hands, he let out a surprisingly disgruntled sounding sigh.
"Ridiculous..." he huffed to himself, finally pushing the SFC away. "Zelos has no reason to justify himself or his business to me. There is nothing going on. ... I'm sure of it."
Even though he was only speaking to himself, he was acutely aware just how hesitant his voice sounded.
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