Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-3293219-20190909192902

Midnight had entered the dining area, via the door this time, to stay in people's good graces. He opted to approach the slop on offer, with tentative steps.

He glanced around, looking for any sign of a bowl, though he came up empty. Not being very talkative, he didn't bother asking for one and instead brought his hands together before expanding them, forming some dark energy between them and straining, in his usual pained whisper.

It sounded like he was trying to lift a weight, that was just within lifting range. However, when he was done, a black, rather rough bowl appeared in his hands. He took a mound of the fishy slop and dropped it in, heading straight to the table with Lysilde as he was aware of how much she liked him.