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He had no intention of staying in Magnolia for long. It was the den of those who loathed him, who questioned what he did, who looked at him as though he was some sort of fool for leaving. He couldn’t have blamed them, regardless as to if he wanted to or not; At the end of the day, they were right in their assumption of him. He was a brash and indifferent individual, a paradox of apathy and overwhelming empathy. Someone who wanted everything, but would give away anything if it started to bore him in the slightest. A sharp tongue and sharper wit awaited those who dared to intrude on his pleasantries during his hot-second stay... [break][break]

God, pleasantries was a vast overstatement. [break][break]

A few scattered members of a particular guild looked at him with ire clear in their eyes, muted indifference permeating from his own. That was one of the few blessings of having naturally empty hues: There was nothing for others to judge or gain by staring through a voided window. Regardless, he and the group had exchanged no words, nor had they made any sign to initiate some sort of combat; They were merely watching him from the corners of their eyes, and Iago - never being the sort to hide his indifference or loathing towards someone - would meet each one of them with the same cold demeanor to his name. [break][break]

The silent exchange itself lasted only for a split second. [break][break]

Good. He didn’t want to waste his time. [break][break]

He adjusted his grasp on his bag, then continued his stroll through the town. His exact purpose in the location was one that Iago was still trying to determine; He could have ran by Fairy Tail to see how they were doing, but spite prevented him from doing so. He could have dropped in on a shop or two to see if anything had changed in their stock, but that would have only prolonged the inevitable fall of the Dead Eye Mage back into boredom. [break][break]

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyes locking on an interesting figure. A cloud was used as a steed - Ah, now that was a special sort of magic. Or perhaps it was common, and he simply hadn’t been used to seeing it out in the open. Nonetheless, he’d approach the other with little more than a dismissive and absent-minded wave. [break][break]

“Your legs broke or somethin’?”[break][break]

Of course, it was a blunt question. Calling out other’s apparent laziness was always easier than having his own brough to his attention. [break][break]

Not to mention the fact that it was funner, too. [break][break]

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