A grimace tugged the courier's mouth down once more but his emphatic nod was entirely understanding. "Yeah. That's... kinda how I ended up livin' in King's End. Halo will always be my home, but the current leadership is, uh..." He shrugged. "We don't exactly get along, so. I go back t'see my sisters an' do my job, but I don't hang around for very long anymore." Which still hurt, but thanks to Alys and Hotaru and his friends in other regions, not as much as it used to.
Her desire to travel eased the scowl, bringing it up as he cleared his throat and tried not to get too much deja vu about what he had been like, six or seven years ago.
Except, y'know, not as good-looking, and actually terrible with people, and generally surly and with a big ol' chip on his shoulder instead of bright, personable young woman he was showing around right now.
"I dunno how much help I am," he admitted self-consciously, the tips of his ears warming in the dark. "But bein' a courier means a whole lotta travelin', an' meetin' lots o' people. Lot of 'em are good, but not all. Your old man isn't all wrong, there," he warned her.
He glanced around, remembering that he was supposed to be playing tour guide, and pointed towards a brightly-lit shop on the corner. "Over there's a real good place t'get maps," he indicated as they entered the Port proper. "An' the Hanged Man's th'best bar in town, down that street all th'way t'th'beach." He gestured towards a broad avenue leading in the general direction of the docks but a little ways off to the side. "That's th'place Flora runs," he added as an aside, since Cat had met the Doubletake already.
Her desire to travel eased the scowl, bringing it up as he cleared his throat and tried not to get too much deja vu about what he had been like, six or seven years ago.
Except, y'know, not as good-looking, and actually terrible with people, and generally surly and with a big ol' chip on his shoulder instead of bright, personable young woman he was showing around right now.
"I dunno how much help I am," he admitted self-consciously, the tips of his ears warming in the dark. "But bein' a courier means a whole lotta travelin', an' meetin' lots o' people. Lot of 'em are good, but not all. Your old man isn't all wrong, there," he warned her.
He glanced around, remembering that he was supposed to be playing tour guide, and pointed towards a brightly-lit shop on the corner. "Over there's a real good place t'get maps," he indicated as they entered the Port proper. "An' the Hanged Man's th'best bar in town, down that street all th'way t'th'beach." He gestured towards a broad avenue leading in the general direction of the docks but a little ways off to the side. "That's th'place Flora runs," he added as an aside, since Cat had met the Doubletake already.
