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[HEY EVERYONE, LOOK AT THIS DUMB GUY!

No seriously, have an image of the biggest loser you'll probably ever meet (and quite literally too), leaning back in a chair that seems almost too small to hold his bulky frame. He lifts a large, practically ape-like hand in a greeting wave once he can see the bracelet's view is focused on him, somewhere over the table in front of him and right beside his huge, boot-covered feet – where they're propped up against the table's edge, of course.]

Heeeey everyone! So I don't wanna be here any more than the rest of you do, I'm pretty sure, but... have you guys tried the food here?

[The sentence is barely finished before he's cramming one of the exotic delicacies before him into his mouth. It should be plainly obvious to the audience what it is.

A peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.]

Mmmm! We don't have stuff like this— [He pauses to swallow there. Yep, he was talking with his mouth full.] —where I come from. What was this called again?

[In the background, a very audible sigh can be heard – along with what, rather than an answer to his question, sounds a lot more like, "Stop that... you're going to break the chair." The voice is obviously female, but it sounds... well, bored. Nonchalant. Like this is par for the course.

It pretty much is.

Blondie here just chuckles merrily and starts chewing on another sandwich.]

I've got this, Sis. No need for the lecture. ... Aaanyway, so uh... my name's Snow. Snow Villiers. [The way he pronounces his last name sounds more like "Vill-ee-ahz". He pauses to let out a satisfied belch and then starts leaning even further back in his chair again as he talks, looking quite the image of the oversized little boy that he is.] —So yeah! You guys need me for anything, just say the word! Doesn't matter where I am, I'll be there as fast as I can. That's what a hero's for, after all.

[He grins crookedly and flashes the camera a wink. However, that's when there's a shift of movement – a slender, gloved hand that's most definitely not his, which abruptly catches hold of the back of the chair when he's not looking and— in the next moment, one of the man's heavy black boots is flying across the camera as he tumbles backwards. Cue the crash and the distinct sound of flailing.]

—Who-o-oa!

[And then Snow's grinning sheepishly as he hauls himself to his feet again, letting out a short laugh and rubbing the back of his head.] Well! Guess I shouldn't have been leanin' back like that.

[Yep... he's entirely oblivious to his "unseen" attacker.]

( OOC: Anyone in House Heimdal is welcome to bother them in person, too! :3 )

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Depends on if it fixes itself first or not.

[ Look, she speaks! But not in a very enthusiastic way at all, to be honest. She doesn't even move save to turn her head just enough to look down her nose at the fallen and now discarded piece of furniture.

And then back over to aim a very unimpressed look at the man responsible. ]

H-Hey - ! [She reaches out, but it's too late - the chair's thrown into a corner, and probably broken even worse now. With an impatient little sniff, she crosses her arms over her chest.]

Well, then, I'll tell someone we need a chair fixed.

[She glances at the woman, but her taciturn nature and striking beauty make a pretty intimidating combination, so Nakama has nothing to say to her just yet. She just works her way past them to the fridge, cloak billowing behind her.]

[He catches that look from Lightning. Lets it roll off him like a boss. Mainly because he's practically impervious to them by now. It's the whole hard-headed thing.

Probably why she has to resort to physical means, such as what occurred a moment ago...]

Hey, uh...

[He just got here and he's already ticking off someone who isn't Sis for once. Oops.

The fridge isn't far from where they've settled at the table, though, so his ever-cheerful voice just floats after the girl. Maybe a little louder so that it carries properly.]

It's just a chair, right? It'll be fiiine! So, do you plan on introducing yourself?

[ Psh, Lightning just shakes her head slightly and goes back to her own business-- although, actually, she's still listening in. It's not beneath her to try and learn more about the others hanging around the same House she's in, after all. ]

[For just a second, she looks like she's about to explode. But eventually, it works its way down to a low simmer.]

We live here, but it's not really our property, is it? It still belongs to the gods. So we've got to take care of it, out of respect for them giving us so much.

[Then, for the first time since she arrived, he gets a neutral expression. Not quite a smile, but she's not angry anymore. Small mercies?]

I'm Mako Nakarai.

Hey, even if they're offering their generosity, they still brought us here without our permission. So that— [He kicks a random piece of wood out of his way, sending it skittering into the corner where he tossed the rest of the broken chair.] —means I'm not gonna be a polite guest.

[In spite of his words, though, he levels another smile in the girl's direction. Hey, going from ready-to-burst to neutral is still an improvement, right?]

Glad to meet you! Snow Villiers.

[ Does Lightning get introduced again without her saying anything too, Snow? NOT THAT SHE CARES OR WHATEVER, but she does glance over at him while he drawls out his own weird way of saying his name. ]

Well then... you should respect the other people who have to live here. We've all got to share this space, and if no one cares about it, then it'll fall apart in no time.

[Nakama spares a glance at Lightning - all this silence is making her nervous. She's waiting for a jab or snide remark, because her bullies used to lurk in exactly the same way before striking.]

Weeellllll... I guess when you put it like that...

[Grinning awkwardly now, Snow cautiously rubs the back of his head as he turns his gaze behind him at the pile of broken wood in the corner. Then he'll be lumbering over to pick it up like a scolded child, frowning a bit as he stares at the dislodged legs and the cracked seat.]

Think they keep any tools around here for us to use?

[ ... Apparently not. The woman lets out a breath, vaguely impatient, but then... just lets it drop and lay still unaddressed. She's not particularly interested in running around sharing her name with just anyone who happens to look her way, anyway.

She is, however, so abraded at the direction this little scene is flowing in. ]

You think you can fix that, Snow?

I don't know... [Now that she's done all this lecturing, she realizes that she has no idea if he can even do what she's told him to.] Are any of the maids around? You could ask them...

Even if you just put it somewhere safe and make you sure tell someone it's broken, that's okay. We don't have to fix it right away, as long as it does get fixed.

No reason why I can't try and do something, right? Someone could've used this chair!

[Yep, now that the idea's been planted in his head... someone's gotta show off. Or something. DAMMIT, he will never run from his responsibilities again!! Not even a busted chair.

So he'll be kneeling down beside it, already attempting to push one of the dislodged pegs back into place, brow furrowed in concentration... and confusion... a lot of confusion.]

[ Oh, great. Great! Now he's all in hero-mode. Next will be the heartening speech, and the hand gestures, and--

Lightning strangles one hell of a sigh as she turns back in her still-intact chair, looking for all the world like she'd really like to just plant her face straight into the table-top.

Fortunately, she only frowns at Nakama instead, showing every bit of the classic 'look at what you've done now' expression on her face, even though she still says nothing to the girl. ]

[Oh no, now she's made the lady angry. Even with the good treatment she's received here, she's still twitchy about making any enemies, and she strongly suspects that the chair's beyond fixing anyway now that she gets a closer look.

So she crouches down beside him, picking up a piece of the seat.]

Look... you can't hammer that, you'd just have to glue it, and then it'd be weak. The next person who sat in it would probably break it again. I think it might just be best to throw it out and request a new one. Don't you think?

[A subtle glance back to the pink-haired woman. Was that okay?]

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