Snippet #2757682

Argent watched the quartet from the corner of his eye, his mask leaving no real way to see which direction his eyes might be looking in. The golden-eyed woman had spoken quite a bit, before she stood up and left them alone. His brow furrowed- unseen as it was- as the scythe-wielder bonked her head against the table. Looks like the woman had some... Effect? Hm.

He stood, pelt-cloak swishing about his body as he strode over to the table curiously, taking no time to just maybe think about his actions. "So... She seemed nice! And flirty, eh, eh~?" A grin spread over Argent's lips, while mentally he screamed at his lack of forethought. They didn't know him, and he didn't know them! And now he's trying to start up conversation as terribly as possible for the sake of getting some laughs- "Wait unless she was actually really threatening or something? You've all got these looks on your faces, and I get the feeling that it's not cuz'o my clothes for once.