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He blinked foolhardily against the wall, then stumbled back a little before turning around and shaking his head - as if that'd shake off the haze. "I'm very sorry maa'm. That was absolutely uncalled for." He apologized immediately like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But suddenly, he blinked sheepishly with total dumbfounded surprise. The pale woman was walking, he swore he did see her walking and wasn't drunkenly hallucinating but... it's like she was on some invisible treadmill.
Mon dieu, she wasn't moving at al! She looked hungry though, so feeling pity, he handed her a lunchable he kept in his pocket for later. It was pizza, his favorite.
"It's her anniversary, I usually go out and have a few around this time of year. " He shrugged, but smiled pretty cooly, as if whatever drunkenness' had on him evaporated in the moment. "But I've gotta tip your hard workers, today the drinks are better than ever."
He closed one eye shut and followed Malicia and the other ladies. "What kind of commitment though? Don't tell me, have you found Yamada's legendary bipedal popcorn machine? Or... mon dieu...the undisputed champion? Holy macarones!" He uttered the name casually, with the kind of fondness reserved to family. If there was any hesitation or shock, it was after he said that, when he gave a closer glance at the purple-haired woman Malicia was accompanying.
He honest to god looked pretty impressed, and performed a short informal bow most students exchange among themselves. "That was a hell of a good fight. I quit before you joined Sethrol's dojo, so we never got to spar." He relaxed casually. "Stillll, I visited the dojos - from time to time. You've gotten a lot stronger since then. Um, look, I'm not going to bug you while you've got business with Elizabeth, but when you're done, could you hit me up? I have some stuff I need to discuss with you."