Lukas, Melody, Akira, and Karrakas stood there without answering, staring at Percival.
Percival stared back at them, taking in their blank expressions, before chuckling. He ran a hand through his hair, tossing it stylishly over his shoulder.
"What's with those looks?" He asked, grinning. "Was I really that cool that you guys couldn't take your eyes off me?"
Nobody answered him, but he didn't even bother to wait for a reply. He simply waved a hand in the air and kept talking.
"I know, I know," he said with a bright laugh. "I'm awesome. It is a curse, really. That's actually why I rarely show off in front of strangers. Humility is important."
"But you four are clearly good hosts. You let me tag along, you shared your lights, and you gave me front-row seats to a great show. So I took it upon myself to be more free around you guys."
He stretched his arms, bending his back until his spine curved like a bow, then popped back upright.
