speed dating: round 1 (room 2)

[attr="class","pv0"]Syndra Mawdrey red:

[attr="class","pv00"]His first instinct is to drag the green haired girl away from all the idiots calling this room as theirs, going about whatever they had planned with their so called dates of the evening within the small space in a manner that ignored everyone else in it. It was disgusting, and if he would have known what this event was calling for from the start he would have never allowed Evan to write his name down for this; even dragged the boy out of the gala itself to stop him from putting both himself and him on that list. Syndra was probably another one of Evans victims in this mess, though at this point he wasn’t sure -- except a part of him thought she wouldn’t have been up for something like this, or at least that had been the impression she gave him. Sure she was annoying sometimes and had shoved her way into their group at moments but that didn’t place her everyone else's category.

He doesn’t look away from the window in view, tries to mark out how he’ll approach his possible escape from this shitty evening before getting to the spot -- and he doesn’t notice the man walk up to them, stopping in front and forcing Noah to do the same. His eyes are forcefully drawn to the man in his way, the same one he had left and taken Syndra away from near the door; there’s nothing to say, and when the man begins to speak he expects nothing more than a half-assed insult and comment towards his behavior like everyone else was giving. Instead, he got an actual civil response, one that actually had Noah listening than ignoring -- kept his footing stilled and his eyes locked on the figure.

The vigilante comment triggers a scoff from his pursed lips but that’s all he can give to what was said; there was no lie to be found, no unnecessary comment made. So instead Noah stayed silent, let the man speak and when he had chosen to leave -- giving the choice to Syndra to choose what she wanted to do -- he did nothing to stop him. He could see the window again without the man blocking his view, heard the footsteps of the other slowly fade. “Go enjoy your date,” he says, his voice low enough for the girl to hear. Truthfully he didn’t care if she joined him in finding some way out of this room, if she sat with him to distract his mind from focusing on everything happening around them or if she took the offer to enjoy whatever peace that was left with her date. He had appreciated the gesture, albeit silently to himself, but as he had said before she held no obligations.

With that he continued on towards the wall, keeping his eyes trained on the window that had caught his attention prior while hoping it was unlocked. It was still strange to think something like a quick gimmick speed dating game would be so prized to have the doors trapping their guests until the “fun” was over -- but so far Hoenn was turning out strange. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was just how things were in this region with what he had run into since arriving.

[attr="class","pv7"]haaa pls let the window be unlocked tho