FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD | o, curious visitor

[coldblue]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Unlike the others, Coldblue does not seem to fear or suspect this stranger. Or maybe he does, and he is just good at hiding it. But it is more likely that he is filled with the idiotic boldness of youth or a lack of care for his life, so why should he give a shit anyways if he is staring down a big feathery cat/bird/thing? The handsome young bengal stands no taller than the newcomer's chest, but he is unfazed as he strides over with a cocky smirk. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Feliks-no-last-names-or-anything," drawls the boy without his expression faltering. "My name is Coldblue Damien Roux, Son of the Captain, Son of the First Captain." He bows with a flourish, but when he straightens his posture, the boy's composure has disappeared and a shit-eating grin now tugs at his lips. "Just fuckin' with ya. You can call me Blue. Have to warn ya though, if you come across a little yellow bastard, he more than likely will try to wield his rank to intimidate you or whatever." He means Caeser, that motherfucker. "So are you joining? Visiting? Staying? Leaving?" Blue obviously is bored out of his mind and is entertaining himself, and clearly feels no remorse for talking the poor dude's ear off.