[ Oh. That turkey leg. Dark stops walking when he sees it, still and hyper fixated like a dog beneath a dining table. He looks back to the buffet heβd left as if maybe heβd missed that particular item, but only sees the empty tins and meat scraps heβd abandoned. So what the hell! The food here really hadnβt been that bad, but this elf kid (Darkβs brain: pointy ears + small = elf kid) had simply been hogging it all until now? ]
Oi!
[ Heβs always been confrontational. Strangers in fancy gowns are looking up from their champagne flutes to peer over. ]
You hogging the bird legs?!
[ He looms over Link whoβs sitting and casts a large shadow over him. ]
no subject
Oi!
[ Heβs always been confrontational. Strangers in fancy gowns are looking up from their champagne flutes to peer over. ]
You hogging the bird legs?!
[ He looms over Link whoβs sitting and casts a large shadow over him. ]