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Phenex isn't sure how to feel about the Wing stepping away from him. It's good in the sense that it means he's at least a little unsure about this, but it doesn't do wonders for his self-esteem. He supposes that polishing his ego isn't on the top of Erimael's list, though. As they make their way into the cafe he's listening to the Wing, and grinning to himself and he swiftly turns around and steps forward so he's right in his way. "And here I was thinking you were all for a little playful protesting, darn." Phen steps out of the way in time to turn and watch Erim go straight for the bar. He sighs and follows.
"I really am pretty mature," Phen says as he takes a seat next to the Wing, as if he actually thinks that he wanted to know more about what level of maturity he was at. "After my second wakes me up and makes my breakfast, I pick out my own outfit and put it on all by myself." He glances at the Wing, trying to judge his reaction. If he was stuck with someone that didn't have a sense of humor he was going to have to throw himself off a building (though he'd just get back up after his bones healed). After a moment he shuts off his inner monologue and lets himself listen to whatever Erimael has to say.
Phenex's jaw actually drops a little. "Hey!" His eyes narrow, and he attempts to look convincingly hurt. "I can't believe you think I did something to make them angry. I'm the most loyal servant out there." The act fails somewhere in the middle of that last sentence. He chuckles, a low rumbly sound that makes his chest vibrate, as he slides the mug the waitress has just brought over a little closer to him. After taking a sip and finding it unpleasantly luke warm, he wraps both hands around the mug and heats it up himself before having another drink. "Mm, much better." His eyes flutter shut and he sighs, letting himself have what he assumes is going to be his last happy moment for the next... well until he gets un-bound from the thing sitting next to him.
"It probably is me." Phenex admits, giving Erimael his attention again. "Though I can't think of anything I've done recently that is any worse that what I usually do." He shrugs, grabbing one of the toothpicks they have out on the counter and sticking it between his lips so he has something else to focus on.