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Stasis's eyes looked first, then his head turned. He had gotten used to being alone on his travels, so someone talking to him without any warning was a bit startling to say the least. "Oh! It's not that I don't like people. It's a long story." He said before taking a large bite out of his muffin. He gulped quickly at his question and shivered a bit. Fast, artery clogging and foal-tasting aftertaste. Still better than jerky or camp food any day.

He tilted his head to the side, thinking he heard something...off in the other male's voice. 'An accent. Getting all kinds here...' Stasis shruged a bit in response to his question. "I don't see why not. A little company never hurt anyone." he said, starting to stir and rise from under the table. He poked his head out first, making sure he wouldn't get suck under there with the rush of people coming for food. He soon snaked his way from under the table and leaned against the table. "I've already moved my stuff upstairs. I can help you with yours if you'd like." It was only polite, at least to him, to help anyone else with their bags. Then again, he wasn't all that sure about this one. To Stasis, he seemed a bit on the off side on alot of things. Long hair, his deminor and his accent. The one thing that came to mind in comparison was Grell Sutcliff from black butler. But on that note, what was he to judge and it might just be a conisidence. He shook the thought out of his mind and cracked his neck bit while adjusted his glasses. "I'm just close to the stairs so there might be a bit of traffic. Again he was rambling a bit, trying to keep all his thoughts in line so that he didin't go on a insane tangent about something completely different from the topic as hand. He leaned against the counter and swayed his head from side of side in thought.