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Location: Building 1 Cafeteria|| Interactions: Iris [@BunniesOfDoom]
Time: Late Afternoon
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[color=cfe4ef]“No need for apologies,”[/color] a soft smile curled up on the mothman’s face, shown by how his eyes curved slightly upwards from the bottoms. Iris had gotten to the door first; it made sense, seeing as Alphonse had been [i]behind[/i] her. He hadn’t been fast enough, it seemed. Ah well. [color=cfe4ef]“Ah, soup would be quite nice tonight. It is getting a bit chilly out,”[/color] maybe Borkus would be kind enough to heat up some nectar for him, if he did decide to eat. 

Four hands clasped behind his back as he stepped into the cafeteria, a soft thank you leaving given to Iris as she held the door for him. Gaze gliding across the room, he noted each figure he knew, and those that he didn’t. Velvet, a fellow nocturnal, who he had spoken to on occasion while most of the world slept. Qaymu, the dragon who resided only a few doors down from him; he liked Qaymu, although he knew better than to approach the dragon’s door. Max was extremely kind, for a human. One of the only ones that Alphonse felt [i]understood[/i] the plight of the monsters, and even though he was afraid, he did his duty. Truly admirable.

Khalid and Rebecca were viewed with a cocked head and slight blinks. He would have to introduce himself to these two, eventually. Rebecca was a complete enigma, and Alphonse wondered briefly how long she had been in the Umbra Rose. Khalid, on the other hand, did look vaguely familiar, although the mothman didn’t remember if they had ever actually spoken two words to each other. That should change, really. Alphonse needed to stop hiding himself away, and actually [i]make some friends[/i].

[color=cfe4ef]“To be honest, I came in search of company more than food,”[/color] Alphonse removed his gaze from the room around him, head swiveling back to Iris as his antenna twitched atop his head. Even socially avoidant people, from time to time, needed to do [i]something[/i] social to fight the loneliness that could consume them. [color=cfe4ef]“I was not expecting this many people here, though,”[/color] a light, somewhat nervous chuckle left him. 

The commotion from the kitchen pulled Alphonse’s attention away from Iris. [color=cfe4ef]“It looks like there’s a problem…”[/color] All twenty of his fingers steepled together in front of him, gaze somewhat concerned. There was always the garden, if he grew hungry enough, but what of the other residents? If they lost their food supply for very long, there could be [i]dire[/i] consequences. Alphonse wasn’t aware that that very thing happened earlier in the day. 


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