Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150420010913

Azulius simply rolled his eyes at the storm of pointing fingers. "See now, this is why none of us are friends." He stood up, returned the coat to its rightful owner, and turned to Iris.

Azzie wasn't a man who scared easily. Or if he did, he rarely showed it. In just the time he had been at Beacon, he had fought a "phantom", dueled with mobsters, and been party to numerous other shenanigans of various natures. But something in Iris's stare brought a hint of genuine fear to the magician's heart. Azzie didn't have the best track record with women, but he knew this was a time to fold'em.

"Wow. That's definitely a no on the sleep.  Shall I buy you some coffee or something?  I finally got that info about our friends from last night, and I figured you'd rather be lucid to hear it all."

Over Azulius's shoulder, he could hear the residents *cough*traitors*cough* of the table behind him talking to each other, speculating on why the two were talking, and what would happen. Was Iris going to punch him? Did Azzie have some other trick planned? Were they going to make out? After a while, Azulius shot them all a death glare of his own, and the debates immediately ceased.