That tables no couch. [OPEN]

Art eyed Leona up once more, shaking his head, he couldn't help him. "Please tell me you're not actually dating that guy though? A girl as beautiful and intelligent as you is way out of his league." He asked casually, he meant it to. Leona came across as a very nice put together woman, she was what you called 'wifey material' although he could never actually see himself taking a wife. One day he'd probably be dragged into an arranged marriage, a means of producing offspring to carry on the family name. But for now, he was enjoying the single life, his remaining years of freedom.


He took in her advice, there fresh cups of coffee arriving, with his new sandwich. He made work on the sandwich first, it was an odd transition. Going for a full blow fry up, stopping and eating a sandwich instead. But it would do the job of soaking up some of the alcohol in his system. "That works for me. I'm not a bigger lover of rules and regulations, But I don't mind playing by the book if it benefits me. I'm interested to see what the guild has to offer me, I appreciate the advice." And he honestly did. Art only had the habit of being an arsehole in two scenarios, one when someone was rude to him and two when he was feeling mischievous. But Leona was respectful and polite, so he felt no need to speak to her the way he had to Quill. It was all about perspective.

Art sat back a little, genuinely surprised that Quill had managed to get himself a girl like Leona. "Wow, well he's a lucky guy." It seemed unfathomable, but Art came the conclusion that Leona was either blinded by emotions or that Quill was good in the sack. Neither really mattered as it there was too many factors meaning Art wasn't really interested in pursuing Leona romantically. For starters having a guy meant crazy baggage, guys with boyfriends only went with you if they weren't that interested or wanted revenge. Not to mention in meant fighting the guy at some point which was always a hassle. Leona wasn't exactly giving him any flirty vibes, nor was she pushing him away. She was just being friendly, it was hard to pursue a girl like that.

He liked a chase, but preferably with a girl less accepting of his nature, the kind of girl that called you a pig but didn't mean it. She seemed okay with the way he had behaved to so. And lastly, she was a guildmember, he hadn't been sure guildmembers were the best girls to go for. He didn't want to crap where he ate, literally. He had seen a few nice tails, but he was still working on whether the consequences would be worth the benefits.

"Problem solving is an important skill, It would be foolish to get rid of someone like that." He told her, then listened further as she talked more aboutthe guilds requirements. "Muscle huh? " He let out a laugh, and here was a guy who didn't like using his magic. It was strong, but unless he could avoid it, he would rather not. He prefered a good old fashion fist fight, but the problems with wizards. Most of them didn't want to fight that way, they had magic so they used it. It was frustrating, and why he didn't tend to challenge anyone he could sense was stronger than him. Not because he thought he was weak, because then he would have to rely on Morte.

Seeing Leona sip her coffee, reminded Art of it's presence. Causing him to put down his sandwich, reach for it and take a swig. It was bitter, he realised as he put it down. He had forgotten this was a new cup, the one that had sugar was currently spilled on the Guilds floor. He grabbed the sugar bowl and heap a few spoonful's in. Mixing it in, adding some milk, he gave it and good stir before he tried it once more. Only to relish it's much more relaxed flavour. He loved coffee, but he couldn't take it black.

"So to summarise, if I want to do well here, focusing on research is key along with building a good reputation for the guild." It was clear enough, Art went to take a bite out of his sandwich only to feel a wave of nausea hit. He put the sandwich down , knowing full well that if he continued he would most likely spew. "This just isn't cutting it," He said, standing up. "Thanks for the info Leona. But I think I'm gonna head home and take a lie down. Sleep looks like my only option right now. I'll see you around, oh and if that hot-headed boyfriend of yours ever gives you a hard time, let me know." Not that she couldn't handle herself. He just thought it was polite to offer.

With a wave, he turned,  his food and coffee behind. He headed for his rented apartment where he would proceed to sleep for sixteen hours straight.

WC Breakdown:
Art: 4051
Leona: 2025
Total: 2025+4051 = 6076

1st. C Rank - 3000 [WC at time of completion] [3076 Remaining]
2nd. C Rank - 3000 [ 76 Remaining]