<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9b/13/67/9b1367821532b3e938305cda6d55cd5b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Geb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15856903#msg15856903)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Ninja<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> In front of a wine stall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Nozomi <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None.</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Geb watched the dark-red liquid spill and cyclone into the bowl of the wine glass. It was like observing art. The sound, the color, the graceful motion; the sommelier held the glass by the stem out to the machine. Geb cupped the bowl in the palm of his hand and lifted the wine glass to his nose as he inhaled a deep, satisfied breath. He closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved in a pleasant smile. Strawberries; soil; and the bitter odor of alcohol as the short man described. He brought the glass to his jagged teeth and tipped his head back to ensure most of the liquid at least struck the back of his throat rather than leak out the gaps in his jaw. His tongue swished around in the pool before his throat flexed with an audible gulp. Lowering his head, Geb hummed a little as he tasted the sweet flavor. He sure did love sweet things.<br/><br/>“What do you think?” the sommelier asked.<br/><br/>Geb’s eyes smiled once more as he returned the glass to the man. “I like it,” he answered. It was the type of wine he would purchase and carry around the bottle until it was empty.<br/><br/><strong>Excuse me.</strong><br/><br/>The machine’s smile left his face. Who in their right mind would be wanting his attention? Slowly, he turned his head. The dim-glow of his inhuman eyes seeking a young face, but not clearly. He could have turned his head further—heck, he could have turned his head fully around—but he didn’t want to startle those around him. However, still unusual, his body turned in the direction of his head. When he completely faced the person, he wasn’t given a chance to really look at them before their hand snagged his nose.<br/><br/>Geb was startled and snagged the wrist of the offending hand. “T-T-T-T!! WHAT THE FUCK!” he exclaimed. His other hand snagged the cheek of the cat girl and started to pull on it, making their fight look completely childish.<br/><br/><strong>Hey! Stop that! No fighting outside the arena!</strong><br/><br/>Guards were trying to pull them apart, grasping their shoulders and trying to push them apart. “THAT’S MY FACE YOU LITTLE BITCH!”<br/><br/>The sommelier had stepped before his stall, spreading his short arms in an attempt to guard it from the fight that was taking place in front of a million gil worth of wines.<br/><br/>“Please! Not around my stall!” the man cried.</span>