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A loud bang of the tavern door suddenly silenced the room. Within it, a new sound came to command the air - heavy, well-worn footfalls echoing from the door and drawing closer, ever closer.

Shadow fell across the bar. They were right behind her now.

Then, without any warning--

"Do you like bread. There is a good sale. You should go."

|| || Kuja sighed, elegantly extending one leg over the other, reclining in his velvet chaise with a regal air, as if perched upon a throne-- a monarch graciously addressing the queries of his devoted courtier.

"Based on my interactions with the Regent, his mental capacity seems quite on par with that of an Oglop, so no, I don't believe his transformation significantly hindered him, aside from perhaps the inconvenience of lacking opposable thumbs for... certain passtimes."

How she'd come across that story, he couldn't help but wonder. Though, given how swiftly rumors spread in Lindblum, similar to Treno, his astonishment was somewhat tempered. She'd probably heard it from one of her sorry little companions.

"On the other hand, ~my expansive wisdom~ could hardly be confined to the paltry smattering of neurons which animate a worm's existence. 'Twould be akin to encasing the oceans within a thimble. Impossible."

Indeed, only the most superior intellects would ever take a debate on why they could never possibly undergo transformation into a worm and turn it into bragging rights.

💙🫂 Also: -There may or may not be a Curious presence watching Seymour peel this orange. It cannot be determined if said presence is debating how to approach or simply being a little weirdo, watching someone peel an orange for some reason. Whatever the reason may be, regardless, the presence is there. Also, the presence is strangely Sal-shaped...- 🌌👻 🍊

╼ ༺ :||        He could feel some sort of presence in the room, and perhaps catch a somewhat faint scent he couldn't quite place. Guado had their sense of smell after all, but this energy was not of one walking within the afterlife. Strange... But regardless, he continues his preparation with his nails almost like a knife smoothly revealing the edible citrus.

"Is my lunch really so entertaining?" he teased. The tilt of his head and subtle glance in his ethereal guest's direction hinted no surprise nor immediate question. Rather Seymour would simply gesture towards the empty, neighboring seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Dine with me."

(It's a piano, it's Sal; it's a thing. The opportunity is absolutely there, should Wagnas ever wish to attempt piano-ing with a pianist, one day.~) 🌌🎹

Drawn irresistibly to the piano, Wagnas approached the instrument that had initially lured him to this location. His intention was bold yet clear: to claim the piano for his own, envisioning it as a solace at the Den of Umbrage, a companion for his contemplative moments and sleepless nights.

Leaning over the piano, he regarded the expanse of ivory keys with a mix of apprehension and awe. Words and poetry were his comfort zones, music a language he couldn't decipher, yet its essence-- steeped in emotion, often in pain-- was something he deeply comprehended.

Gently, he pressed a key, and the piano sang for him, a soft, almost mournful note.

B... A B C D E...

B C B A...

He settled onto the stool, his fingers tentatively exploring the keys once more.

B... A B C D E...

B C B A... ...

No hesitation. Open the box.

Which, she can roll her eye (sorry) at him as much as she likes too because Lorien mostly is just a musical fop at the end of the day. Doesn't have to be well received. Being mean to him can even be quite funny, in my opinion!

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I've already gotten maybe half of something written up. Beatrix seems to very much meet new people as a clean slate, and so first impressions are an important thing. As arrogant as she is, I do think she'll receive Lorien's talent directed at her decently well. ....initially : ) What follows will be up in the air. Yeah, she might eye roll him later. Or worse depending on what plays out. I think I worry about Bea coming across a little condescending. 'XD Then again maybe I'm completely wrong and she'll remain cordial and friendly.

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