"Whoa! Whoa! Don't touch that, no." Evette took the violin case form the man's hands. "No one handles Soran but me okay. She's my baby. If you can just set up the speakers then go get us food that would be awesome. Oh!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a twenty. "Here is a little something extra for you, do whatever you want it big guy, but I still want tacos."

// ya damn right boyo

"Don't care about yer fame." She said, kicking her iron-clad feet up on the table. Right on top of his pancakes, easily shattering right through the plate. 

He sees light breaking into the room, turning towards it he sees a figure of a man in the doorway. The prince says nothing.

pero entre nox y quilby, el que mas se asemeja a mi es quilby asi que le agarre algo de cariño u.u sin mencionar que me encanta su diseño y estilo de combate

Truly this man was an idiot.

The form doesn't move. It doesn't speak. It only stands there, holding the detached head of the one called Ophilia. There is only the sound of a low, faint hum, hanging in the air.

Ophi's lips pursed into a firm line, she had to word this carefully. "-The city in itself is not bad, it's some of the people within it that concern me. Yes every country has its good and bad but the bad always seems to be the loudest.-"