[i]Alon marveled at Lance's eyes; somebody always told him that when looking at other's, search their eyes first. And yet, he was always mesmerized. Whether it be their story or their colour, he loved the way he saw people. It was as fair a judgement as any; for one who'd seen much, he could make an accurate assessment. Seeing Lance's eyes for the first time in a while made him happy, too. As their eyes met, the coldness seemingly melted to him and all Alon saw was the confidence they hid, and the sorrows within. [/i] That's good, never expected you to really show up here. I mean, this was my home before all... but now it's in a new place under the same name. Neat, huh? [i]At the mention of his display, Alon looked down with a bit of embarrassment. It wasn't often some saw his emotions raw, let alone like that. The collective calm and cheerful mood he tried to spread was the image he tried to keep after all.[/i] Y-yeah... sorry about that I um just... needed a little release, y'know? [i]Alon smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his bionic nervously. It was a rare thing indeed, and Alon wasn't keen on having been caught in the act.[/i] I apologize if it was... [u]childish[/u]... [i]Spitting the word out like venom, he shook his head in disgust. It was clear he wasn't fond of it, but, willing to admit it all the same.[/i]

[i] Lance laughed.[/i] "We all have childish moments Alon, it's not a bad thing. Whether it's a hissy fit," [i] He waves a hand through the air, a cup of Starbucks appearing in it. It looked like something chocolate with whip cream. [/i] "Or buying a chocolate chip frappe because you have a teenager daughter who got you hooked." [i] He says with a grin, sipping from the straw.[/i]

[i]Alon's eyes widened before he fell into an inescapable fit of laughter, stumbling around as he tried to regain himself. More so, he was at ease, letting Lance know his emotions through and through; it was as if the mage were made of glass, and everything going on in his mind were visible to him. Recovering from the laughter, the mage just smiled to Lance, snapping in the air himself and grabbing a bowl of pink substances... ice cream.[/i] My last bowl. Cotton Candy, my favourite, though. We all have our addictions; damn the creator of ice cream, though. I can create many things, but nothing as good as this. Always makes it a challenge to get, especially in war times. [i]Licking at the ice cream, he looked up to the swordsmaster and smiled; it was weird. Two hardened people, one armoured and armed, the other a threat to nature itself alone... enjoying something so trivial.[/i] Daughter, you say? Mr. Lance, I had no idea you were a father! How did that come about? I'm certain I wasn't away for so long... lest I'm near 40 now...