Disasterchild said:
"You needn't do that. We only wanted the facts, and now we have them. If you'll excuse us, we'll leave you to your affairs."
Code:
"You'll find us in the Canteen."
With that, the dragon began to leave, but Caim continued to type;
Code:
"If you need to let off some steam, I'm free to practice sparring with."
After that, Caim followed after his Pact-mate. Angelus chuckled upon his return,
"That was awfully nice of you. Do I detect pity? I wasn't aware you were capable of feeling it."
The swordsman gave a light punch in the dragon's arm,
"I'm capable of many things, dragon. You need only give the chance to show you them."
As they approached the Canteen once again, the dragon answered,
"Regardless of your potential, I still hunger; and I tire. Perhaps multitasking is the proper course of action?"
A silent laugh came from the swordsman, and he replied,
"My parents always told me it was not becoming of a prince to have breakfast in bed. Then again, I'm not really a prince anymore; am I?"
Thus, several
Grunts, Mooks, Redshirts, Workers noticed a man and a woman with a large haunch of meat wandering the halls, and looking as if they were having the time of their lives, regardless of the strange appearances about them.