[If Taryon had been paying attention, he would have seen the growing coldness in Ereshkigal's eyes. He could have seen the silent desire for violence grow within her seemingly-calm demeanor. He was a happy, nosy man speaking to an angry woman whose biggest buttons have been pushed. Thus, he does not move fast enough to avoid the chopsticks flying at him like knives. Thankfully, they don't stab him, but they leave a nasty, red mark where they bounce off and clatter somewhere on the ground.]
Ough--! [Taryon careens to the side and covers his injured cheekbone with a cool palm. He looks up to apologize-] What was that for?!
[...With that failure of an apology, the full plate of whale sashimi is dumped on his face, then the miso soup over his pants. At this point, he's ready for someone to jump him from the opposite end and attack him. It wouldn't be the first time.]
Listen, we shouldn't be fighting here, why don't- [He ducks as a chair is thrown at him. It sails past him, over the nearby tables, and hopefully hits the wall.] Hey, hold on!
[The table is a bit much! He holds out his hand with the LILITH shield and activates the invisible forcefield.]
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Ough--! [Taryon careens to the side and covers his injured cheekbone with a cool palm. He looks up to apologize-] What was that for?!
[...With that failure of an apology, the full plate of whale sashimi is dumped on his face, then the miso soup over his pants. At this point, he's ready for someone to jump him from the opposite end and attack him. It wouldn't be the first time.]
Listen, we shouldn't be fighting here, why don't- [He ducks as a chair is thrown at him. It sails past him, over the nearby tables, and hopefully hits the wall.] Hey, hold on!
[The table is a bit much! He holds out his hand with the LILITH shield and activates the invisible forcefield.]
What are you doing?!