Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150328063056/@comment-29458028-20150402113956

Crysius looked up and waved happily. Thavian (Raytheon's gey bro) looked up dirtily and resumed staring at his food. Raytheon himself nodded in acknowlegement, but otherwise showed no emotion.

The Butler pulled the seat for Ieda and guestured for her to sit. Felerine herself remained expressionless, until she said "hello! I hope you don't mind that we started early! I didn't know you were coming. Raytheon, please greet Ieda. It would be great if the two of you got married..."

Raytheon shot his mother a look, saying "no. There is someone I like, you know? I don't think she feels that way about me either. So stop the nonsense."

"Well, I just want you to get hitched to someone of repute as soon as possible, Raytheon. You are inheriting all the businesses and such. You can't be going after any common lady, right?"

"Shut up, mom. Just shut the fuck up."

"Impolite boy! This is not how you should talk to me!"

Crysius shook his head and resumed his food. The Chef was wheeling out a massive slab of veal, to be served after the plates were cleared.