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Oblivious to Enoch's actual blushing, Stacy got up and started to look around. "There has to be something here..." she mumbled to herself. "Ahah!" she pulled out a fan from one of the droors, grinning. She handed the paper-made object to him. "That should help!" she grinned, sitting back down.
"Nope! We didnt really have anyone in charge. There was only maybe 100 people there, and most of them were large groups of families. Not many people traveled there, more or less they vacationed there sometimes." Stacy continued eating soup, smiling as she did so.
"Well, I didn't really have a big family. My mum having me and my brother really took it out of her," she laughed. "Having twins while you're ill isnt the greatest thing. Then there was my daddy, and my grandmother! So there was five of us. Most families would have their siblings, parents, children, cousing, aunts and uncles living with them all at the same time!" Stacy grinned.
"I actually don't know where he is..." she laughed. "When daddy died, he went off on his own to do his own thing. We havent seen, or spoken to eachother in years. It's sad, actually, we were pretty close."
"Hopefully." She nodded, taking another large bite of her soup. It was almost finished. "He seemed to be the only friend I could keep growing up," giggling, she asked, "So do you have any siblings?"
"I hope you do too." he smiled at Stacy before taking a bite of soup.
"Yes, I have two older siblings, a brother and sister. They amounted to nothing though." he rolled his eyes, "My sister took of to be a prostitute, while my older sibling, my brother was found trying to bribe the general to raise his ranks. He was sent to prison."
Stacy blinked, staring at Enoch. She stared for a few moments, before stating, "You seem like someone who does not care about the bad happenings in his life...but it looks as if things like this are eating away at you. Are you actually bugged by those things?"
"Bugged by the wrong people do? Not completly, it's just if you do it please do it good. I do not believe in prostitution though. That does eat away at me." he chuckles a bit, before stuffing his face some more.
