'Of course our Queen Mother put you in charge, you're the nerd.' He thought to himself with a very naughty grin. Quickly enough he'd shift his facade so he'd look agreeable.
"Brilliant idea Jace! But remember, I'm the one with the job at the foundry, so we have food to eat and things to make this existence here bearable." He looked at the rest of the rag tag group, noticing Sen had left the vicinity. Sighing, Uriel narrowed his eyes at the door where Sen walked out- At least he was taking his jealously somewhere that wouldn't involve Uriel listening to it. He had enough trouble with the humans at the market that day, let alone the constant eating of Dizzy.
"Seeing as I already WORK, Jace, that leaves me out of that plan- at least as a student. I'm going to check on Sen, he seemed thristy. Seeing as I have the MONEY around here, I guess I'd better be the responsible one and get him some nourishment. " He narrowed his eyes, which have rode the rage train many times in the past- at the doorway leading into Dizzy's room, before stepping out to see Sen.
Uriel pulled a bottle out from his coat pocket as he met Sen at the door, and handed it to him without letting his eyes upon him. He whispered;
"Dizzy almost got it, luckily I hid it in my secret compartment. Be at your best, I'll be at the foundry tomorrow." With that he walked back into the room, looking at Jace and Lance for a few moments before rocketing up to the second floor platform with a burst of fiery energy around the lower part of his body, where he kept his futon. Literally falling on his futon he called out to his 'brothers' below;
"Someone make sure Dizzy doesn't get his hands on any more food, for the love of our queen mother!"