The King of Awkward

I am the king of awkward situations. I like writing them, too. Observe this gorgeous piece of awkward.

He opened the door and stared at a very tall man with short dark hair, a thin moustache and a long goatee. He was an older man, like Eocas. Perhaps the man was slightly younger. He stared at him. He knew the face, but he couldn’t place whom it belong to exactly. The man stared back.

They both stared at each other for a short bit.

Malkeon blinked.

Eocas paused, looking at them both. He blinked too.

“May I come in?”

The king of awkward, I tell you.

The King.

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