RED WINE / o, joining

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An awkward laugh spilled from the lips of the young man as Lust seemingly expressed an interest in him, his chestnut colored eyes falling away from her form in some strange attempt to seem actively opposed to her. Ilijas didn't understand why he was mildly repulsed by the idea of being flirted with, just that he felt as if he was going against his morals themselves. There was still that girl who he didn't recognize in even the slightest but knew that he loved, possibly more than anything else, in his mind- so long as  the possibility stood that she was out there, he would hardly entertain the mere thought of reciprocating advances with another.

[b][color=gray]"If you ever find yourself in need of anything, myself and the others will always be at your disposal," He extended, albeit reluctantly. He was uncomfortable yes, but his innate urge to act gentlemanly despite the circumstance far outweighed his displeased feelings. He just hoped that she wouldn't take his words in the wrong way.