[Tattoi found himself lucky, he thought; being invited to someone's birthday party, of all things. He wasn't particularly sure whose birthday it was, but a party all but guaranteed cake and cold drinks. That's all that was important. Even he needed to relax sometimes.
He takes a seat near Fermet, the poor chair groaning under the weight of his metallic additions. There's a gigantic piece of cake - more a slab than anything - on a plate in his hands, and his organic ear cradles a large cup of iced punch. It's only after he's started consuming both that he notices someone greeted him.]
Hello. [...then he immediately goes back to the cake and punch. Clearly, this man has priorities. He may talk more if prodded, though.]
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He takes a seat near Fermet, the poor chair groaning under the weight of his metallic additions. There's a gigantic piece of cake - more a slab than anything - on a plate in his hands, and his organic ear cradles a large cup of iced punch. It's only after he's started consuming both that he notices someone greeted him.]
Hello. [...then he immediately goes back to the cake and punch. Clearly, this man has priorities. He may talk more if prodded, though.]