[center][b]Acacia Malikov[/b] Grand Hand[/center] Had picked up on the man’s eyes lighting up upon her speaking, his arms crossed baring disappointment from her words, she didn't expect that sort of reaction, seemingly enlightened yet rejected all in once. She felt partially bad for it as she watched his movements, her canine still emitting low rumbles as she glimpsed down at him and spoke in seemingly hushed tones “[b]Tishe[/b].” She raised her sights back to the seemingly humble man even through apparent intoxication. “[i]Not so trusting? Well, we seem to have that in common[/i].” his voice was not what she expected and she listened intently to the words, she didn't picture him to having trusting issues, though she couldn't base it off of what she could see, she could have been wrong. Soon though, her attention altered its course, a man sporting a bright cherry masking. “[i]So what's going on over here?[/i]” he inquired in a genuine tone amongst the group. Preparing to speak she stopped herself and looked back at the equally emerald dressed man as her. “[i]Now now, there's no need for an ambush. I am not so daft as to overlook a hint. The lady made it perfectly clear that I am not welcomed here[/i].” she raised a hand and lightly attempted to speak “[b]That's not what I...[/b]” her voice was softly spoken under the accent as she cut herself off when the man had begun talking again. “[i]Excuse me for being blunt but it is not wise to approach me that way, freshmen[/i].” it was visible the subtle hint he passed on, she'd spent most her life picking up on the smallest of traits and hints through in-depth observation. Yet again, almost annoyed now at all the voices and people she looked to Anna “[i]Ace, would you like to go and get some food? I've not eaten all day. Oh, hello. If you'll excuse us, I have to steal away my room mate. We're positively starved[/i].” The posh accent of Neo British descents clung to her words like something from a movie, it was almost unnatural. The man who'd approached her with a slight bump hadn't even noticed her as he stared at the cherry masked figure as if something was about to happen, this was of course until yet another feminine voice entered the conversational group. She hardly even focused on the words said anymore and simply stared at everyone. Almost prepared to turn and walk away from the situation she wasn't a people person and hardly smiled at anything said. The emerald tuxedo and it's inhabitant strolled off after speaking lightly to she herself. “[i]Please, forgive my drunkent behaviour as it will not happen again. Ya ne imel v vidu nichego plokhogo[/i].” he said in a seemingly friendly manner. She nodded lightly and merely spoke “[b]Eto normal'no , zabotit'sya ser , I ya zhelaya vam luchshe vsego[/b].”, this was before she watched as he left. Returning her attention to the rest she rolled her shoulders back, raised her chin and blinked softly at the gathering, “[b]If you'll excuse me for a moment. Koshmarik, priyekhat'[/b]!” she nodded to her room-mate acknowledging her, though not answering, she needed to sit and wasn't up for continuing the conversation as she turned and headed for the nearest side of the room. There was a table unoccupied by anyone, though another table sat a few meters off and was occupied by a young man and lady. She pulled a chair out a small distance and lightly placed herself upon it, staring down at Koshmarik as she began mumbling under her breath at him words no one would probably be able to pick up on. --- [center][b]Koshmarik[/b] Grand Hall [/center] Ears perked tightly they twitched at the voices about “[i]Tishe[/i].” his own mistress hushed at him as he lowered his ears flat for a moment and turned himself to move beside her, turning again he faced the group and allowed his rump to lower. Stumped tail not even reaching the ground from the position as he glared with darkened amber hues at those about. As another man joined within close proximity of his human he lowered his head in a tensed uncertain manner and huffed at him heavily with a partial groaned rumble. The voices were too many for him to understand, yet the scents of each person were memorable for future reference. He felt something off about those around him and this put him further on guard as he shook his head and emitted a paled whine. Something he didn't do often enough, this wasn't too easily picked up on by his mistress as she continued shifting her attention between the men and the new room-mate who decided to come step in as well. He huffed and lapped down his maw as he arose from his sitting position and shifting unsettled by the growing number. Words fell down on him from each person and he noticed the increased anxiety of his mistress. Turning slightly he rubbed his head against her leg in a comforting or attention seeking way and after that a fourth person came over, she removed the drunkard from the scene, though Koshmarik focused closely as he spoke words to his mistress, words he understood in the tongue they were placed. Moments of exchanged words passed before he head Acacia speak, “[i]If you'll excuse me for a moment. Koshmarik, priyekhat'[/i]!”, after this he began moving slowly yet elegantly, passing those from the group he stayed close by the young red heads side. His claws scraping lightly under him giving off light barely audible sounds of scratching, suddenly stopping he placed himself closer to his human sitting squarely in front of her at a table as she began mumbling to him with emerald eyes locked on his. He seemed intent on what was said and the scene may have made the girl look visible nuts in some sort of way.