[ well he was talking to another player, and while that would normally take precedence to being interrupted, it's the memory of the voice, and the sight of that arm flashing, rusted and familiar. eiden sits up, a moment feeling the heat of the affliction barely subsiding to offer him clarity. ]

P—

[ which is precisely when the gentleman (or not so much) knocks pinocchio aside. eiden's brows furrow deeply. funny, he doesn't actually that pinocchio being treated like that at all, especially by some fucking rando he doesn't know. almost immediately, eiden makes eye contact with him, a gentle, knowing look that states that he will most certainly be going with him and not this guy who has proven himself to be kind of a dick!

eiden leans a little when pinocchio sidles up to him, and begins to slide off his own seat, collecting his robe together and immediately slipping his arm through the crook of his. ]

Yes, we have a lot of catching up, I bet. [ at the other guest with a polite smile: ] Rain check on this! - C'mon P... take me away, yeah?

[ softer, into his ear: ] Talk about showing your true colors.