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Pierce gave Ihsan a puzzled look. He glanced down at the coffee in his hand, and then back to the currently sparkling djinn. "Well if I'd have known you had a personal vendetta against coffee, I would have drank it all before I came to your table." He grinned harshly. "Unless you were talking about me, but honestly that doesn't matter. If you keep talking the way you do and sparkling like a fairy princess, then you and I are gonna have to, heh, evacuate the premises pretty quickly anyways. You probably don't know, or care, but in the mortal world, a LOT of teenage girls currently have a bit of a frightening obsession with sparkly, er, non mortals." He gulped down the remainders of his coffee before continuing. "At least, you'll probably want to leave. I won't have to cause frankly, do you see me being all pale and sparkly?"

Pierce's grin dissapeared. "Threats? That's mature." He set his elbows on the table and leaned forward, squinting inquisitively, though the action looked a little ridiculous with the black eye. "What I want to know though, is why?Did I do something that upset you sometime? Or are you just bipolar? Cause last I recall, we were on good terms you and me. And I know you know its me. So what's the deal?" He watched as Ihsan stood and walked away without answering his question. It didn't really bother him. From his meager past experience with the Djinn, he had realized that the guy had definitely heard him, but would answer in his own time... if at all that is. He did actually hope that he'd answer though, because he had already decided that he liked the genie, and that having him as an ally would be most beneficial.

"I wouldn't get too close to those girls mate!" He called. "You're gonna make another one faint, and if that keeps going on, who's gonna bring me a refill? You? I don't think so!"


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Pierce kept a cool demeanor, but inside, he was bristling. Oookay, this guy may be some... immortal being, but he wasn't about to let him get away with calling him Filth... and for, as far as Pierce knew, no reason at that. He may just be a "lowly mortal" but if this pale and... slightly underdressed mental patient wanted to make an enemy of him... then he would find a way to burn him hardcore... whatever that meant.

This resolution was made even stronger by the fact that he was just covered in lukewarm coffee. It took all of his self control, but he managed to keep a straight face, sill not wanting to give Ihsan the satisfaction of seeing him get upset. Instead, he causally removed his hat, turning it upside down to empty the brim of any remaining coffee before placing it back on his head and giving the Djinn a disappointed look. Sure, he was probably going to flip out soon, but first, he was going to retaliate to this... unprovoked assault with his best asset... his tongue, before exiting the premises to... Beat a trash can with a baseball bat or something.

"Actually, the coffee goes in the cup mate." He said lightly as he stood. "It's cool though. I understand." He smiled sympathetically. "Why didn't you just tell me you were retarded? I wouldn't have judged." He removed his cardigan, twisting it to remove the excess moisture that was currently residing within. "The bipolar tendencies, the superiority complex, the obvious lack of hand-eye coordination... I'll bet you aren't even a "real life genie" are ya?" He shook the cardigan back open, spraying droplets of coffee everywhere before putting it back on, his belittling smile still plastered across his face. "Really now. Playing pretend is nice and all, but you should know better than to soil the clothes of an adult." He waggled a finger at Ihsan before turning and heading for the counter to pay for his coffee. "I'm sorry, but that poor boy spilled his coffee over there." He said to the man at the counter. "Would you mind helping him clean it up? I've gotta get. Oh!" He leaned in to the man. "And please be careful with him. He's a little slow." He whispered loudly.

[eesh... jerk. scream ]

Pierce entered the Cafe. It was becoming a bit of a habit for him really, though he got some rather uncomfortable looks from some of the staff due to the incident that had occurred the last time he had entered the establishment. Ergh, Ihsan. Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth. The pale genie obviously outmatched him on every intellectual level. It was infuriating. Not to mention the fact that Pierce still didn't know what he had done to make the guy not like him. Though he was used to having people not like him...

He ordered his coffee and leaned back against the seat cushions. Stuff like this usually didn't get to him... okay. It did. Especially if someone else beat him at his own game. He would usually have never even contemplated this, but Pierce had decided that the next time he saw Ihsan, he was going to corner him and try to... bleh, calmly and peacefully find out just exactly what it was that had ticked the genie off. He would be an incredibly valuable person to count as an ally, and a very dangerous one to count as an enemy, and even if they still weren't friends, it would add an iota of sense to Pierce's piece of mind...