<span style="font-size: 15px">Kevice was near sluggishly taking himself to their quarter tents, tired and eager to rinse the taste of oils off his tongue and iron out of his throat. Vasyli nearing him with a long stride and a high chin contrasted against his own overly casual and apathetic stature to an extreme degree. To the poor attempt at a compliment, he only offered a toothy grin and a short laugh, "Maybe for you mate, with that face and those legs and that whole mating ritual you do you're better off with several yards of stageroom between you and the crowd. No one's gonna get all touchy with a guy who juggles hot pokers for a living." Brash and without boundaries, that was how he talked to everyone-- well, just about everyone but the minotaur, that beast and his little damsel act alike were off limits. Not that anyone told him so, Mathis never had to make any boundaries there, Kevice was just smart enough to stay away from that, if not intimidated.<br/>
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"Someone's gotta roll around in the dirt out here anyway or else they'd think the old man runs a brothel with the way some of you are advertised." His smile dropped so that he could breathe in the evening air and let out a sigh, continuing on his way. All while talking, regardless of if the star of the show wanted to follow and get buddy-buddy or not. "I'm gonna eat, change out of this, have a smoke, not necessarily in that order. If you aren't running back to that shell of yours you can come dine with the whole family!" He creaked his head back, corner of the mouth quirking up in sheer amusement, "Your buddy'll be there anyway."<br/>
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All sounded good, really Kevice didn't care if the stuffy ol' elf tagged along or not, if he made enough noise with the human at dinner they'd be shut up or kicked out by Mathis anyway.<br/>
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Some of their troupe were already at the cafeteria, or what it really was, a crowded tent with old wooden tables laid about haphazard with a dwarf carrying in meals from the outdoor kitchen. Mostly cheap foods, never anything extremely awful like slop, but sparse seasoning depending on what was affordable, and usually incredibly meaty. Rakkurat carried a petite nymph on his shoulder, who gripped one of those large horns to steady herself, some of the packing crew passed in and out, some carrying feed for the horses, other retiring early to grab a bite to eat. Kevice parted for their beds, just to get out of those awful colors, the stitching on the silk was especially itchy, and though he wasn't fashionable really, the little fake coins and gold chains dangling off it were obnoxious. If he had it his way he'd be putting on a show in his shorts. By the time he was able to sit down at one of the tables with his plate, he was still shirtless, but clad in unremarkable beige and brown from the waist down with an old towel thrown over a shoulder for when he'd rinse off later.<br/>
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The room was fairly loud at this point, for once he minded his own business. It was only really when he got quiet that Kevice would start loud conversations or rile up the nearest man in the room. But it had been pretty noisy lately with the human acrobat causing a fuss... Or was it Vasyli? Either way, these things didn't happen before Osran arrived, so he'd call it as it was. Would the guy even join? Kevice wasn't around long enough to know anyone personally really to get them down to a science, and getting intimately involved with anyone here... emotionally at least, wouldn't sit right with him. He'd "flirt" as he called it with a few people here awhile back as a newcomer but Mathis quickly made it clear that it couldn't continue with his job being a long term investment.<br/>
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Speaking of Mathis, the boss himself entered to kind appraise and greetings, and returned that warmth just the same. A big pat on the back for the beast and a smile at the nymph, listening to requests from the dwarven chef, it was a nice atmosphere, but Kevice was never one to really participate unless it meant instigating something at someone's expense, even if it were just cackling and gossip.<br/>
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Watching the cheery, relieved and work-weary interactions as if spacing out himself, he wondered if he'd be refreshed enough after a good splash of water on the eyes to go out for a night of roaming.</span>