"A festival?" Gil grumbled as he looked at a board just outside of a bar. He had ventured into Magnolia on a whim but had no idea that the town was prone to throwing festivals. "I haven't been to festival in quite some time. It's as if they're throwing it in my honor." The man couldn't help but give a slight smile at the thought. He had a habit of twisting things around to make them about...himself. "I suppose if I'll be attending this festival I won't have any need of going to this filthy place." With that he walked away from the bar that had previously just barely met his insanely high standards.
The festival wasn't to be held till later in the day which left the blonde man lost as to what to do. He was mildly irritable already because he hadn't had a sip of alcohol yet, and the boredom was only causing him to be more unbearable than he usually was. The constant stream of ordinary people just wandering about the streets, not paying him the slightest bit of attention fueled his agitation. Slicking his blonde hair back, successfully covering the crimson mark of Tartarus on the back of his neck, Gil spun on his heel. "I command you peasants to entertain me!" He simply commanded, his voice carrying down the street causing a few people to pause in their mundane lives to look at the crimson eyed man. He seemed to not care that so many were looking at him, if anything it seemed as if he was relishing in the attention.
The festival wasn't to be held till later in the day which left the blonde man lost as to what to do. He was mildly irritable already because he hadn't had a sip of alcohol yet, and the boredom was only causing him to be more unbearable than he usually was. The constant stream of ordinary people just wandering about the streets, not paying him the slightest bit of attention fueled his agitation. Slicking his blonde hair back, successfully covering the crimson mark of Tartarus on the back of his neck, Gil spun on his heel. "I command you peasants to entertain me!" He simply commanded, his voice carrying down the street causing a few people to pause in their mundane lives to look at the crimson eyed man. He seemed to not care that so many were looking at him, if anything it seemed as if he was relishing in the attention.