Azar was about to tease Trael by asking what he meant, but the man seemed to make a huge effort to distract himself with Caer. He blinked at Trael as he quickly looked away while handing him the hot pink jacket without another word. Azar remained standing as Trael hastily engaged Caer in conversation instead, turning to regard Trodai when he offered something different.
“Well… the pink does clash with my skin,” Azar said with a laugh, accepting the jacket from Trodai, but keeping the hot pink one in his hand in case he really started to shiver. Trodai’s clothing was comically large on him, but he rolled up the sleeves and made it work. Azar sat next to the other Pureblood, “I don’t think I’ve tried ranch,” He mused, looking down as their burgers arrived.
Azar didn’t have his custom utensils with him, but he refused to eat like a savage. He grabbed a fork and knife, slowly and gingerly cutting the patty and neatly taking bites. He glanced over at Trodai, “Can I have one of your fries?” He asked with a sweet smile, “Perhaps Caer will provide some of the salt for it,” Azar added, flashing the Annfyn a wink. As savage and perceptive as ever, Azar didn’t miss how the man was outright shooed away from his advances on the tiefling from before.
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