Re: Where now, Prince? (Grave)
Grave found the prepared food to be a more than welcome sight. He usually had a pretty big appetite, and farm jobs only worked it up more. What pleased him most, however, was the sight of cheese. He really liked cheese, to the point of adding it to every meal if he could get away with it. The house he was in, on the other hand, had definitely seen better days. Unfortunately, the girl probably wasn't able to fix it by herself, and there probably weren't many people in the area that could help her, if at all. Still, Cynder wasn't going to let that discourage him from eating, and he dined in worse conditions more than once - it was still better than snacking on jerky outdoors. And if he understood the glances he got from the demonic part of the group right, he'd probably need energy quite soon. Even if Envy or Roy were simply laying close to him, that draining effect could take out quite a bit out of him. And even though they changed their minds, he decided to be prudent anyway. Or maybe he was just really hungry.
Like the rest of the group, the half-blood didn't forget to introduce himself to their host, Marybell. "Likewise... Name's Grave." Deeming a short introduction sufficient, he glanced at Envy when she seemingly refused to speak. He knew this would hardly make a good impression on the poor farmhand - who was apparently still struggling to get used to everyone's presence - but it also got him wondering about the reasons behind such behaviour. It didn't take him long to realize that she probably didn't want to use her demon name - an idea he approved. At the same time, however, he also realized another thing: he had no idea what her real name was, and the silence suggested she either didn't know that as well or simply refused to reveal it... Worse, he didn't even think to ASK beforehand despite having more than a few opportunities, something that made Cynder feel a pang of guilt and shame.
Before he could contemplate his blunder any further, however, Grave noticed that Envy decided to take a rather... Unorthodox approach to eating. One that certainly didn't earn her any brownie points with Marybell. Letting the name thing slide, for the time being, was probably for the best. But perhaps it'd be easier for everyone involved if she didn't use her hair to handle food. Problem was, however, that Cynder had no idea what to say. He wasn't sure whether she'd even listen to him, but Hell. He could probably achieve something if he just acted naturally, no? "Most people would use cutlery for that..." He spoke as he procured himself some bread and cheese as well. "Really not sure if that was proper dinner etiquette." He added dryly.
