Rantos
The man with 1001 waifus
Illiam Herlaa
So, Illiam's first pet was displeased with him, that was disheartening. After Selicity declared Illiam's fight as lame, which was a rating Illiam could agree with, she up and left. Illiam watched her leave with a blank stare, he wasn't quite sure how to feel about her discontentment with Illiam and his fight. Who was to blame for the poor show after all, Areum for hardly fighting back or Illiam for giving up? It was a hard discernment to make, who was truly at fault and was Selicity's dissatisfaction justified? Illiam dared not to ponder the question a second further. Seefi began talking, and Illiam gave his ear. She began singing his praises, which Illiam appreciated greatly. It was nice to see that at least one person still did not hate Illiam after the match. There was a pause in the conversation, a silence that Illiam did not feel like filling, a silence that was shortly interrupted by Seefi putting her hand atop Illiam's head.'Is she trying to comfort me?'
Because if so then it was working, if only a little. It was a strange gesture that was foreign to Illiam, but he could tell the intent behind it. Illiam even started enjoying it too, at least until Seefi pulled her hand away and mentioned getting lunch. "Before we do that." Illiam returned the gesture in kind, putting his hand on her head, and giving one of her ears a light tug. "Ahhhhh... so soft..." The boy trembled where he stood as he seemingly melted into a wave of pleasure. "Okay, ready now!" Illiam then quite literally dragged Seefi by the hand back to the mess hall. All the while he began talking, practically rambling, about how he couldn't wait to eat and all the foods he wishes were there. Bright eyed and talking about food, Illiam for a moment looked like a kid in his excitement. By the time they got gotten to the mess hall Illiam released Seefi's hand and pointed at a table near the corner of the room.
"Meet back there in five minutes, whoever can fit the most food on their plate wins. GO!" With that, Illiam ran off.
In five minutes Illiam would be back at the table just as he promised with a plate piled impossibly high with carbs in their many forms. His palate seemed to be leaning more towards meat, so that is what filled the majority of his plate. Illiam wasn't one to use utensils, so he would eat with nothing but his hands and a solitary napkin.
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