[Caliborn mostly showed up to see if there was anyone he could easily harass who he hasn't harassed in a while, but when he saw there was a pool table, that plan went right out the window.]
[The red-cheeked cherub has promptly glued himself to it, though he has no idea about rules for any particular games. Right now he's just getting a feel for the cue and knocking the balls into the pockets.]
[His form isn't awesome, but he more than makes up for it in enthusiasm. Even if he's normally a rowdy little shit, he's actually being relatively respectful of the equipment. ... relatively. It's the kind of misuse that comes more from unfamiliarity rather than intentional nastiness.]