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The voice that replied sounded not quite familiar. Bez flexed her hands, irritation flaring within her. Was it one of those awful guards? Indeed, when she crawled out from under the table, her eyes met with the sniveling little man from earlier. How peevish. She hauled herself up onto the chair, standing to stare over Bez's head at the insufferable man before them. His eyes kept flicking between her and Bez, whose words were flecked with amusement. She had some sort of plan, apparently. And Eris knew better than to interject and mess up whatever it was that Bez wanted to do. Anyway, his uncomfortable squirming and the way he quietly rested a hand on his little stick were amusing.
She seemed to want him to stick around. Which would be a mixed bag, seeing as he was annoying, but perhaps he could be useful? Eris puffed herself up, glaring at the man, as if that could encourage him to shake the hand that Bez proffered. His little comment made her smirk. Rowdy, ha, that was an understatement. If she wanted, she could be a lot worse than rowdy. But for now, if it was what Bez wanted, she would play nice and be good. Maybe she could trip him before he got up to leave. The grin she offered Bez as the other turned to her was full of teeth. Yes, they could subdue the foolish guard, make him do as they wished. She'd taught him a thing or two about manners.
Eagerly, Eris hopped down from her chair and flipped the defaced painting off the table, sweeping her painting supplies back into her bag, sliding them beside her door before dusting her hands off, sending little flecks of colour fluttering to the floor like confetti. Then she hurried to grab a plate and stacked food onto it gleefully. Eating was one of life's joys, especially when the food was free and a gluttony demon was nearby. Once her plate was full, she settled down on Bez's other side with a smug, cat-like look at Amos, who was staring unhappily down at the plate Bez had made for him.
Then she cast her eyes around the room. With Amos taking up one seat, there was one too few for the group. How exciting! Who would be left out? Would they get upset? Oh, she hoped so...