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[impacter]

[To Akira, quietly:]

I'm beginning to get that impression. He does remind me of someone I know quite starkly that way.

[They would get along like a house on fire, he thinks...]

Mithra-kun, the kitchen will need to be repaired first. If you're that hungry, I can pull from my own stash. [As though to prove his point, one of the cherries from what remains of his pie is called to him. Oh good, the icebox is still under the rubble somewhere, then. Perfect.]

But I need your attention. Can you do that?

[promittere]

[ Mithra looks at Solomon, to the pie, then back to Solomon, then back to the pie. He'd rather have some gamey and bloody boar or something, but... ]

Ugh, fine. What do you want.

[impacter]

[Good lad! He'll even sweep him over to what remains of the fountain where there's a little more flat stone to sit. Eh, just tossing some of this aside with magic and being mindful of Ginger's garden-- but eventually he'll plop himself right down, patting the stone next to him.]

Here, sit. You can have as much as you'd like. [He'll even conjure up one of the forks. Is this one of their forks? Lol who knows. Not the point.]

I want to know what felt wrong when you first saw me. [It's a repeat, but he keeps his tone the same as though the question is brand new.] You were rather insistent.

[promittere]

[ Ah, what a fool Solomon is to believe Mithra will sit. Instead, he squats in front of the cherry pie and sticks his grubby ass fingers right into it, and shovels a handful into his mouth.

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And another. ]

This is good. [ He says, his mouth absolutely chock full of cherry pie, bits of cherry now all over his mouth and down his nice suit, making him look like he really did just sink his teeth into a boar.



With absolutely no consequence. ]

Oh, that. [ He says still with his mouth full, hands dirty. Fork? Don't know her. ] You feel like that guy. Ah, I forgot his name. [ he's going in for a third handful do you stop him ] But your magic is different and you're way weaker than him so you're probably not related to him.

[impacter]

Haha, what a good appetite you have, Mithra! That wasn't too bad at all, was it?

[Of course he doesn't stop him, he knows better than to get in the way of a speeding train that is a voracious, unworldy appetite. But he does look pleased to bits.]

Mm, names can be difficult. Was it another wizard? Your Sage? Or someone else?

[promittere]

[ Good! He's going to finish this pie.

He's also going to continue speaking with his mouth full. ]

I don't know. A wizard, I think.

[ He shrugs. ]

Can I go now?

[impacter]

Almost. You're doing very well.

[He'll even toss that mana stone from earlier in his direction, letting it clatter into the remains of the pie dish.]

Was it just me? Or is it all the strange wizards here that feel that way to you?

[promittere]

Everyone, I guess. Does it matter?

[ With cherry-covered hands, he pops that mana stone in his mouth. ]

I'm going now.

[impacter]

Hm. I think it does.

[He'll take up that empty dish and apparate it back to the icebox, may it rest in peace.]

Good job. Behave and I'll make you something else when we have the chance, mm?

Go on, then.

[promittere]

[ Mithra just stares at Solomon like he has twelve heads...

And he wanders away. Bye! ]

[troublereduction]

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The Sage's wizards really are something else, huh...]

[impacter]

[Finally, someone appreciates his cooking! He's so happy.]

[fallingsand]

....uh, Mr. G'raha? Couldn't you have... found a, uh, more... normal wizard to bring back? I mean. N-not to be ungrateful and all.

[ Buuut. Wow. This guy here. Just wow. ]