[size=9pt]He was getting more involved in this than he'd originally planned. Staring Bugsy with a frown as he spoke, he took a packet of Juicy Fruit from his pocket and unwrapped one. He popped it in his mouth, chewed thoughtfully. This was how it was obvious things were getting serious.
Hot cereal? He swore he'd heard of that before, or was at least familiar with something along the lines. "Yeah, but--" starts the boy, but is interrupted by a new voice. 'You know, Hons, hot cereal is also commonly referred to as oatmeal.' Dark brows shoot up, mouth ajar for a moment as if he's heard something revolutionary. He quirks his head at Bugsy, as if saying, how about that?-- before turning and pointing directly at Empyrah. "Lady in the back! You're absolutely fucking right. Oatmeal. Thank you for your contribution." He grins, pristine, but further examination of the woman leads him to her bandages and a frown graces the ex-Halo's brow, yet again, head craned to get a look at her blood soaked hand. "Your bandages are giving me a bad name. Come find me afterwards so I can fix that shit before I pull a Bast and impulse demote the whole Medic team." He didn't mention that 'the whole Medic team' consisted only of one person. It'd ruin the dramatic effect.
"Okay. Before you all have an aneurysm, next question." He leaves a foreboding silence for a moment, squinting into the crowd. Behind him, Laika is sprawled out like the massive sleeping bear she is, and he glances at her quickly to make sure she's still passed out. There were certain things a dog shouldn't hear. "Dogs or cats?"
Hot cereal? He swore he'd heard of that before, or was at least familiar with something along the lines. "Yeah, but--" starts the boy, but is interrupted by a new voice. 'You know, Hons, hot cereal is also commonly referred to as oatmeal.' Dark brows shoot up, mouth ajar for a moment as if he's heard something revolutionary. He quirks his head at Bugsy, as if saying, how about that?-- before turning and pointing directly at Empyrah. "Lady in the back! You're absolutely fucking right. Oatmeal. Thank you for your contribution." He grins, pristine, but further examination of the woman leads him to her bandages and a frown graces the ex-Halo's brow, yet again, head craned to get a look at her blood soaked hand. "Your bandages are giving me a bad name. Come find me afterwards so I can fix that shit before I pull a Bast and impulse demote the whole Medic team." He didn't mention that 'the whole Medic team' consisted only of one person. It'd ruin the dramatic effect.
"Okay. Before you all have an aneurysm, next question." He leaves a foreboding silence for a moment, squinting into the crowd. Behind him, Laika is sprawled out like the massive sleeping bear she is, and he glances at her quickly to make sure she's still passed out. There were certain things a dog shouldn't hear. "Dogs or cats?"
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