Aren's eyes scanned the young woman as she walked towards him, saying something about picking him. Why Aren? He didn't know this girl, and he certainly didn't care enough to try and learn about her. His phone vibrated within his pocket, and he picked it out, holding both daggers with his right hand as he did this. He looked over the pact request with skeptical eyes.

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[color=0076a3]Pact Request for player ID: C-418
Do you accept? Y/N[/color]

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He didn't immediately choose, and instead returned his attention to the woman.

[color=8882be]"You want me to form a pact or whatever with you? Let me give you a few pieces of information first."[/color] He shoved the phone back into the pocket of his jacket, and returned the dagger to its usual place within his left hand.

[color=8882be]"One, I don't know you."[/color] This was plain and obvious, but considering the girl's hasty actions, it seemed that Aren needed to point this out.

[color=8882be]"Two, I don't trust you."[/color] Aren's voice had begun to sound clearly bitter and condescending, untrusting and unkind.

[color=8882be]"Three, I don't particularly like you." [/color]His intention was not to be rude, but to be honest, that sometimes meant being a bit rude. [color=8882be]"... Well, at least not at the moment."[/color] Aren glanced at the daggers in his hands, turning them slightly to watch as the light reflected off of them. [color=8882be]"Anyway, I'll think about it. It's not like we have to complete this stupid quest right this second anyway, right?"[/color]