Re: Scarlet Moutain
*Gielford finally finishes cooking and turns around to set up the table. He has developed an unfortunate habit after his long years of living of indulging upon the arts of cooking, focusing ever more inward as the meal finishes to perfection. It's his nirvana moments that ultimately allow this indulgence, yet, it also prevents his from any outward observation towards his guests or environment. In this case, not only were the guests gone, but the table has apparently been upturned, and the chairs broken and scattered throughout the room. He sighs, once again, his obsession with cooking perfection has detoured away from his actual goal of understanding exactly who, or what, the girl is, on top of solving his actual case. He mutters underneath his breath, full knowing that he is now further behind than before, and merely makes himself a bowl of the teriyaki beef fry before sitting down on the one unbroken chair. Wolfing down the meal, possibly too quickly, he coughs for a few moments before taking a large sip of some water. Patting down his face with a nearby napkin, he then leaves the room, hands within his pockets. Hopefully someone is still interested in eating after all
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