[center][b][color=limegreen][h1]Kazumin Nagasa[/h1][/color][/b]

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[color=limegreen]Time: [/color] Evening
[color=limegreen]Location: [/color]  Castle Dining Room
[color=limegreen]Interactions:[/color] [@potter] Lady Olivia/Percy, [@jj doe] Fritz, [@funnyguy] Lorenzo, [@helo] Leo
[color=limegreen]Mentions:[/color] [@princess] Charlotte/Anastasia/Edin , [@Rodiak] Zarai, [@Tae] Thea, Torvi, kalliope, [@Apex Sunburn] Sjan-dehk,  Asteroth, 


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Kazumin had his sights only on the decadent feast before him, his stomach rumbling angrily with a hunger that could rival a hibernating bear. Even as gloved hands moved without haste or wasted effort—a good quick rolling slathering of corn cob held in the left hand. A playful wiggling grab of the gravy bowl off the cart gave a heaped pouring over the buttery rich mashed potatoes then with a gentle tap of the bowl had seemingly reached for a fork; instead took hold of a knife and a sharp precise cut of chicken drum stick. With a merry hum, Kazu dipped the drumstick in the mashed potatoes swimming in gravy and took a meaty chomp as he dipped the corn cob following and alternated between hands. 

* [b][color=limegreen]Aww fuck..*sniff* so damn good. After all crap this past couple of days, I want to forget my problems tonight and just fucking eat till my stomach bursts with my pals. [/color][/b]* Sniffled the candy-suit-dressed blonde who felt like he was a kid let loose in a grand candy shop; a mountainous feast the ball paled in comparison. 

His hands flew at dishes one after the other where they were quickly scarfed or swallowed down, mindful not to eat too messily as he made sure to take brief pauses to do rapid small cleaning dabs from the napkin bib tucked at the collar of his shirt not wishing to stain the suit of his dreams and now living out the dream of partaking in this kingly feast normally of impossible reach for the two imposter noble pretenders. 

As he was reaching for the next drumstick the sounds of approaching footsteps and a voice speaking up nearby turned his attention to see Duke Lorenzo. 

Naturally, his eyes shifted to Kazumin next. [color=salmon]“That suit… I don't care what anyone thinks or says… That gets my stamp of approval.”[/color]

Kazu had a momentary wide panicked look in his eyes but then swung into action, putting Lady Agatha’s training instilled through countless cruel repetitions. In one quick continuously flowing motion, the blonde dabbed his mouth clean, took a moderate sip of water with two swishes then a gulp. A flap of a fresh napkin was used to rapidly wipe the gloved fingers clean then a playful toss letting the used napkin waft down onto a used plate as the now cleaned left hand lightly gripped the hem of his colorful hat.
“ [color=limegreen]Ah, you’re far too kind, especially coming from you Lord Duke![/color]” Exclaimed delightedly with a fond greeting raised and a respectful bow of the head. A scrunching flex of the right hand intending to offer a handshake but caught himself as one of Lorenzo’s caliber who didn’t initiate and thought against it. Opting to settle for a bright grin; brimming at receiving compliments from Charlotte’s step-father, whom he so far had demonstrated somewhat poorly up until this point to the man he respected.” [color=limegreen]By the way, your poem…*pats his chest* hit me deep in the heart and made me weep. And now it weeps with joy, my thanks. [/color]” Another light bow, appreciative wanting to show he meant every word. 

Then he turned his attention to Charlotte’s absent seat.” [color=limegreen]A shame we seemed to have missed Lady Charlotte..[/color]” Lifting his gaze to peer ahead glimpsed the next table over to spot Char chatting with Lady Thea, gorgeous in that sun-orange dress. It was difficult to not notice the more risque ways the ladies were dressed but then he caught sight of the hair clip. 

*[color=limegreen] Hm, a gift, maybe?[/color]” A pondering scratch of his chin, something he could use as an excuse to talk with Char when possible as there was a lot he needed to discuss, but that would have to wait. Noticing Leo nearby looking snappy in that vibrant emerald green suit, the embroidered gold design a nice touch. Seeing the look of disgust on the man’s face and waved back all friendly and mouthed.” [color=limegreen]Cool suit.[/color]” Thumbed up to the ever-looking sourpuss. 

Olivia smiled and looked at him. [color=lightpink]”Why yes, this is a grand feast. So nicely created by our esteemed ruler,”[/color]

Her statement caught his attention as he could sense the sarcasm underlying her words prompting him to seek out the king who just got done with his squealing prideful boasting of his piggy glee at the night’s gathering and festivities while digging into that neverending pile of ham and dishes.*[b][color=limegreen]Might as well all be pigslop to the man..but damn can he put it away.[/color][/b]* A shaking whistle out of disgusted awe.” [color=limegreen]Gotta to admit though, he has the appetite of a god befitting this grand feast. Let’s just hope it's only food.[/color]” An unsettling cringe briefly recalling the meeting…wondering why the man smelled of milk or why it left his stomach feeling ill.

Shaking his head wanting to rid himself of the unpleasant image before he lost his appetite and let his gaze wander for a bit to take in other folks he should try and visit. Like Princess Anastasia who he found near the king and queen,  in her corner surrounded by a seemingly fun group and chuckle.* [b][color=limegreen]Looks like she’s already getting the real party started over there, got to check how she’s doing soon.[/color][/b]* A quick drum of his fingers, eyebrows crinkling with concern, the lingering sadness of her song still a faint hum in his ears. 

Dismissing the thought with a sigh while pulling his attention from the king’s table to the table across again, scanning for familiar faces when he spotted Zarai.*[b] [color=limegreen]Hey hey! Zarai, heard she’s had it rough being in a wheelchair and people giving her looks…[/color][/b]* A slight frown as he observed her chat with who seemed to be that fierce woman with that Wolf he still hoped to pet. After a bit it seemed they were getting their flirt on at that.*[b][color=limegreen] Good to see Zarai in good spirits. If I find the bastard that roughed her up like that I’ll cane their legs till they share her pain.[/color][/b]* A mental promise made with an angry punch of his leg causing a jolting pain from his knee doing so.*[b] [color=limegreen]Gah! Bad aim..oww….Gotta try to chat with her too…might get to befriend the badass hunter chick and that wolf too.[/color][/b]” Already excited at the inkling thoughts causing some mischief with the wolf.* [b][color=limegreen]Hm…does the big wolf play fetch?[/color][/b]* A question to ask if possible. 

[color=lightpink]”Thank you, sir Kazumin. You look lovely as well,”[/color] She blushed at the sunflowers and laughed gently.

His head snapped back over, grinning widely.”[color=limegreen]  You think so? I admit I worried, it might be a tad too..much, but I wanted this suit to be special..to be me.[/color]” A cheeky raised brow at the blush.” [color=limegreen]And thank you as well, Lady Olivia. I thought to get sunflowers on the ride back, but a certain grumpy baron prattling about time this and stop throwing suits that.[/color]” An annoyed wave handing while peeking over his shoulder behind him to see Lord Asteroth struggling to maintain his composure, but glimpsing Kazu’s shameless eating antics left the displeased man exasperated.

An eye-rolling shoulder shrug as he shifted to lean forward against the table, turning back to Olivia, his eyes drifting back to the Amulet draping her neck. 

[color=lightpink]”Oh no, it was Charlotte’s. She was kind enough to let me borrow it. How sweet is she?”[/color]

A curious tilt of the head followed by a guilty pang taking notice of how stressed and tensed she was, his near slips certainly not happening and this wasn’t the first.”[color=limegreen] Really? Well dang, Char continues being the sweetest lady around. Should find a way to repay her and the Damiens for their kindness.[/color]” Lightly tapping his right index finger trying to think up an idea.

However, he would see Olivia’s tense state getting worse as the crowd continued to build from still-arriving guests. Eyebrows furrowing with worry when he glimpsed the amulet again then thought back to the hairclips and the idea hit him, one that could double as a gift and match for the group.* [b][color=limegreen]Char, you brilliant butterfly you! Got just the thing to make this detective group official, still need a name too.[/color][/b]*

He knew this probably wasn’t the time to be wasting on such things, but with how tense and difficult things had been, and hated seeing Percy unable to enjoy herself when surrounded by such succulent plentiful food and understood why better than most. 

For as wonderful as this feast was with the freedom to eat their fill, the memory of the less fortunate and poor was out there left fending for themselves. Sensing his own mood beginning to sour from dwelling on things he couldn’t change or do anything about, much like his panicking friend beside him. 

After some pondering, Kazu grabbed a fresh napkin and then rummaged through his clothes.”[color=limegreen] Shit..does anyone have a pen? Ah-..screw it never mind.[/color]” A dismissive push of both hands not wanting to bother fussing about that and dipped his finger in the gravy bowl. Without explaining or another word, he took a good look at the amulet’s design then hummed as he scribbled and scrawled a gravy-drawn amulet, roughly done and shaky lines, the butterfly almost looking like a bowtie.*[b][color=limegreen] Not my best work, but can’t go taking a gravy print of Charlotte’s jewelry.[/color][/b]* A studying hm as he used another napkin to wipe the gravy from his hand and turned intending to share his little handiwork. 

[color=lightpink]”All this food, and people are staring back home,” [/color]Her voice was hardly audible above the noise.[color=lightpink] ”It’s insane.”[/color] Olivia shook her head and continued eating and took more food, though guilt filled her inside. 

His smile faltered, uncertain how to respond without worsening the mood, his own constantly juggled as well, but tonight sought for them to have at least one fun night and whispered in turn. ”[color=limegreen] Insane..with selfish blind greed obscuring it.[/color]”  Pausing as he took in the countless sinful extravagance and noble folks shamelessly relishing in this sloven den of kingly showboating.” [color=limegreen]As much as I’d love to see you blast King Piggy while I carted up the food, we wouldn’t get a step before..[/color]” Shaking the unsettling image away with a gulp not wishing to continue them.”[color=limegreen] Best to get our mind off things we can’t help. You’ve been doing a lot of running…tonight try to enjoy yourself…ok?[/color]” Said with a soft comforting smile wishing he could do more.

Then, her voice rose to a reasonable level. [color=lightpink]”How are you doing tonight, Sir Kazumin?” [/color]

A huff of relief escaped his lips at a change of topic.” [color=limegreen]I’m doing quite dashingly. Got my fanciful candy suit, got all the food to eat, and a dazzling sunflower for company. I hope this evening can be plenty enjoyable for you as well, Lady Olivia![/color]” A clasping clap of the hands rubbed together, the bright grin returning to his face.”[color=limegreen] Course, the only thing that’d make this better is sharing this feast with the gang. Like Char and-[/color]” 

Just then another familiar face approached, addressing Duke Lorenzo and then Olivia.*[color=limegreen] Speak of the sneaky birdy now. Scary timing, but I ain’t gonna complain.[/color]*

For Mr. Kazumin, a forthright handshake completed the circuit of greetings.[color=#9354ff] “Master Nagasa. How are your injuries?” [/color]Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice to add, .[color=#9354ff]“Did the audience with His Highness prove fruitful?”[/color]

Taking hold of his hand with a firm, strong grip giving an appreciative nod followed by another slightly more bone-creaking grip upon Fritz leaning closer to share a word just for between them.”[color=limegreen] Why thank you, Sir Fritz. I will admit they still sting a tad..[/color]” A knowing smirk as his face tingled, the blow almost fresh still, and longed to *thank* his friend for the kindness. Then he asked about the meeting with King Edin having him chuckle with a nervous shrug.” Well..considering I’m sitting here with my head still attached and eating this apple.” Grabbing and munching a bite of apple both to be more poignant and to help settle his nerves.” [color=limegreen]Guess you could say it's been very fruitful. Basketful worth I’d say-[/color]”

At that moment the sound of a heavy thump of something or someone falling disrupted the flow of things. The muttering crowd made it hard to miss the duo that seemed to have fallen somehow.” [color=limegreen]Oof…ouch. That’s an unfortunate spill. Think they’re alright?[/color]” Craning his neck to try to get a better look but the crowd blocked the view too much so put it from his mind for now.

Releasing his grip on Fritz's hand and leaned back against the table where he felt the crinkle of his napkin drawing.” [color=limegreen]Ooh! That’s right. Since I got ya here Fritz, and you too Lady Olivia. Here..[/color]” A whistling unfolding and smoothing to better present it to them.” [color=limegreen]How’s this for the group’s symbol? A firebutterfly..ah! Can call ourselves the fireflies![/color]” Glancing over at Percy who inspired the fire and Charlotte the butterfly made it perfect in his eyes. 

“[color=limegreen] What ya guys think? The fireflies seeking to burn the truth out?[/color]” Giggling giddily with plans to gather up some pieces of wood for later, eager to put his whittling skills to use. 



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