Cyder was still rather busy amusing himself with the oddly bouncy-ball like apple in his hands, in a rather childlike manor. It was hard to see, but there was a rather friendly smile upon his pale lips as his head tilted from side to side, following the motions of the apple as it rolled between his hands. A few times his hands darted out of the long sleeves of his dark jacket to grab the apple, digging his black talon-like nails into the seemingly delicate fruit. But not once did the sharp claws even scratch the surface of it, let alone penetrate past its thin, red outer layer.

Though he suddenly stopped as someone else sat down at the bar. Normally he would not have bothered to take notice, but something poking at the back of his mind wanted him to take notice. Maybe just because the other was sitting at the bar too, or maybe just curiosity. It happened on occasion, all these years and Cyder did still have some child-like tendencies he had yet to fully grow out of, especially when he found himself in a rather good mood. It was rare these days, he might as well take advantage of it while he had it. His smiles were always fleeting, what was the worst that could possibly happen by saying hello?

Cyder stared down at the apple, sitting still between his hands. As he draped his head, his hood fell a bit farther down his face, causing him to frown a bit as loose strands of hair also fell into his face. Frowning was not how he wanted to start this. With a slight shake of his head, he lifts one hand off of the counter, grabbing the apple with the other. He mutters something softly before suddenly bouncing the apple against the counter. Despite its shape, it bounces perfectly like a round bouncy-ball would. It brings a faint smile upon his face before he turns his head to finally look down the line at the bar, eying the old man a bit cautiously. The old man looked like someone Cyder would normally target for an easy soul, but he had already collected five on his way over to the bar. He didn't want anymore today, in fact, he probably wouldn't want any more for a couple of weeks if he found something else to occupy himself with.

 With another shake of his head, black bangs now covering his eyes, he gives the bouncy apple a light toss onto the bar as it starts to carefully bounce right across the bar towards the old man. 

[i]Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Roll, roll, roll, roll. Stop.[/i]

The apple seemed to almost have a destined path, which it had no intentions of straying from as it went from bouncing to rolling before finally stopping a short distance from the old fellow. It had landed perfectly on its bottom, the stem and green leaf that were still attached seemed to spring to life a bit more after it had left Cyder's hands. Cyder on the other hand was just sitting there, looking at the apple and the old man from behind the shadow of his hood. Maybe he should have just gotten up and said hello. Now this was awkward. Was he going to bounce it back to him? Or was he going to eat it? Oh... Cyder suddenly hopped he didn't try to eat it. He knew it! This was a terrible idea, why did he even think of it. 

Without much warning, Cyder lifts his head up, letting out a loud groan before slamming his head forward onto the bar with a painfully loud thud. Though this only seemed to be to hide his face, as if realizing he was making a fool out of himself. What necromancer of his level did such childish things! What was he, six?!