The angry, crabby child is flying through the hallways. Unsure of what to do with himself like this, Grimm may as well try and find someone he knows... right? But it’s not really how he wanted to start this party. He can’t even mingle and gossip or drink now!

A few moments of searching this accursed castle and he finds the perfect person to watch out for him until he can figure out how to get this spell off of him or it wears off. Badou!

         What were the chances that we both decided to take up the same request? I never expected to see him of all people here, sipping on that glass with a cocky grin on his face. It was almost hilarious, yet somehow this whole scene quite fit Badou. How’d I know that he wasn’t an actual patron? Despite his tough facade, he was still underaged. Well... as was I, but no one can actually tell with my hair covering my face and my armor. Not unless they looked verrrry closely. 

         Picking up my glass of cranberry juice, I make my way over to his little corner, narrowing my eyes on him, hoping to catch his attention. As I take a seat across from him, clinking my glass on the table just slightly, I let out an exaggerated sigh.