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"Come on in!" He shouted, sarcasm dripping, aggravation clear. "Make yourself at home; Gren will need the company~!" Instead of taking down each article carefully and folding them for a neat unpacking, he ran his arm along the rail and dragged down the clothing, stuffing them into the case.

"All of this is about your stupid little friend named Alex. Stella and I are having a nice dinner, enjoying the wine. Boom! Alex shows up, playing the 'Luke, I am your daughter card'!" He leaned down to pick up a pair of shoes and throw them in too. "And do you what really, really bothers me?! The way she mocks me with how she says it. Everyone knows how much I yearn for a child of my own and then this... this degenerate comes here, trying to sway me with her false claims! Do you know how many reasons I could come with as to how this isn't possible; the first of which being that I moved over here when I was 30! 30! I didn't even start my antics again until I knew my company was safe to run, which took a few years! So, if the divine powers that be Angeles and her lover-boy wish to keep her here for 'protection', let them! I. Don't. Give. A. Damn!"

A raspy breath left him as he stopped shouting, actions slowing to that of an over-worked, exasperated, self-pitying man. "I just want it all to go away..." he whispered under his breath, frown wobbling slightly.

Enra sat quietly at a table whilst the chaos ensued around him, dodging and blocking with blue energy as needed. Although his face was stone, there was a softness in his eyes.

MacPere...

The word he knew this to be was "vengeance." Not the sick vengeance that surpasses its original purposes, but one that could not be completed. A vengeance that that was inflicted by life, but blamed on other things. Enra sat with a cup of tea in his hand that he had fished up during the sequence, his heart sagging under the weight of all the information he took in, but silent.

Enta, who had dozed off after his early-morning cleaning spree, jerked awake at the sound of shouting. Keeping a safe distance from the whole ordeal, watching as MacPere's attitude switched so quickly from contented joy to rage in mere minutes. His ears drooped as he watched him storm up the stairs and the woman follow. For some reason, he felt almost sick at MacPere's declaration of leaving.

Enra noticed Enta, who had obviously been much quieter than him, but awoke in the shouting. He forced a smile, waving at him.

"Don't worry about Macky, Enta. He's just going through a phase. A lot like y--"

He thought about it, stopping. He had almost forgotten about his lack of knowledge of Hana.

--yyyodeling seagulls. You know how those things go."

Yodeling seagulls? Really?!

Azana hesitated for a moment, watching as that fire in him faded...honestly, she couldn't tell which was worse. Gren wasn't there, Stella remained downstairs for her own reasons...it was up to her, she guessed. She put her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"If you do leave...tell me where. I'll send Gren your way..." She whispered, knowing that was what he truly wanted at the moment. Having him away from the Inn, she supposed, was a double-edged sword. Being away from the madness that seemed to fall upon the place now and then would be healthy, but if Gren was right about Kristen's prophecy, he could be left vulnerable.

Don't think that, Az...he has Fenyx's charm, and I'm sure Stella's number on speed dial. Do what's best for him, not what would make you feel better.

"That makes two of us," Sosol added to Enta's statement, eying the stage with a hum of thought. "Enta...remember that suggestion about a duet...?"

Thank you, Sol, Stella thought, a little anxious in her current position. She wanted to leave, but Azana had called her here to talk to Stacy. She couldn't just stand up and leave like that, but this was just quickly turning awkward. A distraction, anything would do...and hopefully Sosol's potential duet would provide it.

Enta nodded to Sosol, ears perked to hear his plan. "What do you need me to do?"