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Ambrose tensed up as more people filed into the room, which was his normal reaction whenever surrounded by a number of people he isn't quite familiar with. But he swallowed his discomfort, being on a reality TV show meant you had to participate with the group. So Ambrose resigned to stare at the disgusting glob of syrup on Ashanti's plate.

[color=7FFFD4]"You're gonna rot your teeth out with all that sugar."[/color] Ambrose's rigid expression melted into a soft smirk as Casimir strolled to his side. He snorted at Casimir's comment, [color=7FFFD4]"I could say the same to you, Casimir."[/color] He shot back, and reached up to try and pat down some of the more wilder curls atop his head. [color=7FFFD4]"I'm pretty sure I heard a bit of your music last night."[/color] He paused, [color=7FFFD4]"I [i]guess[/i] it wasn't half-bad."[/color] Ambrose said with a note of playfulness. Ambrose had only known Casimir for a week, and honestly, he was a bit surprised by how fast they had made friends. Or at least how fast Ambrose had become comfortable with him, which was quite a rare sight for the introvert.

Taking the last sips of his second cup of coffee, Ambrose's gaze drifted to Caleb who sauntered into the kitchen with his usual grin. Ambrose noticed the revealing clothes on him right off the bat, but he didn't let his mind linger long on it. Instead, he was slightly downtrodden as Caleb past right by without a single glance towards his direction. Ambrose breathed a light sigh and set the now-empty cup of the counter top. What did he expect? Ambrose had shown little affection towards Caleb so he should have expected something like this. And besides, he wasn't exactly looking his best.

But he raised his eyebrows at the small jab towards Casimir. He glanced up at his friend, to see if he would react to it or simply move on. "Uh, I think there is a bit of coffee left, you want some Casimir?" He asked, circling the counter top and reached up for another mug in the pantry. Pouring the last of the pot and offering it out to him. Ambrose knew that drama like this was encouraged, but he still couldn't resist his instinct to be a peacekeeper. 

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