[SE] Bros before Hos

Zavien

Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.

"I don't know if I would've been much help. I almost had to roll myself home!" Zavien returns the laugh and gesture, placing a hand on his tight abs and puffing out his cheeks. The full feeling still lingers in his thoughts, recent enough that he doesn't need to experience it to remember how it pressed out against his stomach. However, the longer he waits to visit, the most Erica will insist he eats, adding a sense of pressure to go sooner rather than later.

Luckily, talk of floating and shrieking pumpkins is a much easier topic, making him laugh even harder. "Seriously?! Why did you follow the pumpkin in the first place?!" Zavien shakes his head in disbelief. How does a pumpkin look lost? The mental image of a drooping, bobbing pumpkin is absurd enough for his barking laugh to draw the attention of a nearby table, not that he notices, too absorbed in his conversation with Hawthorn.

Surprisingly (or perhaps unsurprisingly), with all the activities, sleep hasn't been an issue for the Dragoon and he chuckles. "I try! Training usually helps tire me out enough that I don't have a choice." He's been so busy, he hasn't had a lot of chances to go out to see the children nearby, but he makes a mental note to go in the morning when he leaves Mother Molly's (after all, he doesn't expect to leave anytime soon). 

A familiar name has Zavien smiling. "Oh! Flora? I met her just a little while ago! She happened to be visiting her brother in the city. I helped her kill some time." Her dragon, Spice, had been a little troublemaker that had them both trying to keep their laughter from disturbing the devotees of the Temple. He takes a sip of his beer as he grins to himself. 

Then mention of the Academy makes Zavien lean forward excitedly, his drink sloshing a little with his enthusiasm. "You should do it! I know I've really enjoyed being part of the Dragoons. I think everyone should find a community they can be a part of. I can't be your only friend after all." He gives Hawthorn a playful wink as he sits back again, knowing full well that he's not his only friend. The man's too popular for that. 

The idea of a tall building is more of a nightmare to Zavien and he grimaces at the thought, chuckling. "Yeah. I think I'll pass on that one." He follows the comment with a clarification, "I do still want to visit though! Maybe I'll come by King's End soon so I can stop by."

And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.